Kol Mikaelson-The Wild Original

thanks to Kratos_theLycaon and Couchpotato149 who pointed out about the wickery bridge sign i actually had that in the draft but it dissapeared in the edit anyway i edited it back and thank you guys again and am always happy to interact with you guys and here is the bonus chap for the powerstones milestone 

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Kol's POV

The last time I stood on this balcony, my neck was broken—while I was breaking Matt the footballer's hand. Oh, Bekah. She gets attached so easily. Then again, so do we all. If it's someone we care about, the enhanced emotions amplify everything to the extreme. It's maddening, really.

It's why I despise Damon Salvatore. No, not despise—detest.

Funny, isn't it? These heightened emotions dictate so much of our family's drama. Without them, half our issues wouldn't even exist. But vampirism doesn't allow such luxuries. It's like asking water not to be wet: intrinsic, inescapable, and utterly infuriating.

As I listen to the argument between the doppelgänger and the elder Salvatore…

Hmm. So that's what happened. This "doppel-whore" loves playing games, doesn't she?

Oh well. Let's see what needs to be done.

"Ah, you must be Matt," I said, extending my hand with an exaggerated smile.

He hesitated but eventually shook it.

"I'm Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah's brother," I introduced myself, my grin widening.

"I trust I don't need to remind you not to toy with my sister, do I, Matt?" Tempted as I was to break his hand again, I merely tightened my grip until his face paled.

"Good lad. Off you go, then."

Third-Person POV

As Matt scurried away, Damon Salvatore appeared, his obsession with Elena as evident as ever. It's almost pitiful—like watching a moth relentlessly fling itself at a flame. Katherine didn't care for him, so now he fixates on her latest lookalike.

Damon charged toward Kol, all righteous fury and zero forethought. Typical.

Kol grinned maniacally. "Well then, shall we?"

With a swift motion, Kol sidestepped Damon's lunge and drove his elbow into Damon's back, sending him sprawling onto the balcony floor.

"You know," Kol mused, inspecting his hand, "I considered crafting a hammer-axe about this size, but it wasn't exactly portable. Modern problems require modern solutions. A little creativity goes a long way, doesn't it?"

Damon hissed as his injuries healed and launched himself at Kol again.

Kol moved with eerie precision, dodging Damon's attacks effortlessly. His strikes were surgical, each one designed to crack bones or incapacitate. The commotion attracted an audience—Elena, Stefan, the Originals, and even Esther appeared to watch the spectacle.

Finally, Kol seized Damon by the neck, twisting it painfully for all to see.

"Say your goodbyes, Damon. It'll be a while before you see anyone again—if ever." With deliberate malice, he snapped Damon's neck and let his body fall limp.

"I've got a new specimen to experiment on. Ciao, family—and invited idiots." With a smug grin, Kol began dragging Damon's body away.

"Kol, I told you—no violence," Esther said sternly, stepping forward.

Kol turned, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, dear mother, I've inflicted no violence upon you since your resurrection." He leaned closer, his tone dripping with mockery. "I've been a warrior for a thousand years. I won't change my ways just because you've decided to grow a conscience. He attacked me, and now he's my trophy. If you want to stop me, step into my path."

Esther hesitated, her expression blank, then stepped aside.

Elena's POV

I leaned against the doorway, listening to the faint hum of voices downstairs. Stefan had gone to check on Damon, leaving me to brood over yet another near-death experience in Mystic Falls. Sometimes it felt like all we did was survive—and barely at that.

A sudden crash echoed from the balcony, followed by a hiss of pain. My heart leapt into my throat. Damon.

Without thinking, I bolted toward the noise, my pulse racing as I rounded the corner and saw the scene unfolding.

Kol Mikaelson stood in the center of the balcony, looking as smug as ever. Damon lay crumpled on the ground, his neck at an unnatural angle.

"Kol, stop!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I stumbled forward.

Kol didn't even flinch. Instead, he smirked, dragging Damon's limp body across the floor like a sack of flour.

"You can't take him!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my tone.

Kol finally stopped, turning to me with an expression of mild amusement. "Even his brother is silent, so why are you shrieking, you demented harpy?"

The words stung, but I ignored them, my gaze flickering to Stefan. He was slumped against the wall, his arms hanging limply at his sides, blood smeared across his chest.

"Leave him, Kol," Stefan said, his voice strained but steady.

Kol's grin widened. "Oh, Stefan Salva-whore—or is it Salvatore? In any case, perhaps you'd like to join him?"

Before Stefan could respond, Kol blurred toward him, grabbing his wrists and wrenching them with a sickening crack. Stefan groaned in agony, collapsing to his knees as Kol placed a foot on his chest for leverage.

"Stop it!" I screamed again, tears streaming down my face.

Kol ignored me, his focus on Stefan.

"Kol, enough!" Klaus barked.

Kol glanced at Klaus, feigning surprise. "Still think he's your friend, Nik? He's betrayed you at every turn. Even Bekah's done with him. But fine. Consider this the last time I show mercy to this harlot and her boyfriends. I've got a new toy to play with."

With that, Kol resumed dragging Damon's limp body away, leaving the stunned group in his wake.

I stood frozen, the weight of Kol's words sinking in. Stefan was groaning, trying to pull himself together, but I couldn't move to help him. The shock of seeing Damon's limp body and Kol's ruthless actions rooted me in place.

Klaus stepped forward, his expression a mix of frustration and irritation. "Kol, you're playing a dangerous game," he said, his voice low and threatening.

Kol turned to face him, dragging Damon's body behind him like it weighed nothing. "Oh, Niklaus, spare me the lecture. You'd do the same if someone dared to insult your honor—or are you turning into one of these sanctimonious fools?"

Klaus growled, his fists clenching, but he didn't make a move to stop his brother. For all his power and bravado, even Klaus hesitated when it came to Kol's unpredictability.

"Elena," Klaus said, his voice softer now, though it still carried an edge. "You'd best stay out of this. Kol's mood isn't exactly… stable."

I shook my head, finding my voice. "This isn't about me. It's about Damon—and Stefan! He's going to kill them!"

Kol chuckled, his laughter cold and devoid of humor. "Kill them? Oh, you do overestimate me, doppel-whore. Damon will live, though he may wish otherwise once I'm through. And Stefan? He's lucky Niklaus still fancies him useful."

"That's enough, Kol," Klaus snapped, his tone sharpening. "Take Damon if you must, but leave the rest alone. You've made your point."

Kol hesitated, his smirk fading for a brief moment. "As you wish, brother," he said finally, though his voice carried a note of mockery. "But remember—this mercy you preach won't save you when the time comes."

He turned and disappeared into the night, Damon's lifeless body in tow. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by Stefan's labored breathing.

Third-Person POV (Aftermath)

As Kol vanished, Klaus turned back to the group, his frustration evident. "Clean up this mess," he ordered, gesturing toward Stefan and the shattered furniture. "And for the love of whatever gods you pray to, keep Damon away from Kol in the future after he gets back. I won't intervene again."

Elena finally rushed to Stefan's side, her hands trembling as she helped him sit upright. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Stefan winced, holding his broken wrist. "I'll be fine," he muttered, though the pain was clear in his tone. "Elena… you shouldn't have gotten involved. Kol's dangerous."

"I couldn't just stand there!" she protested, tears welling in her eyes. "Damon—"

"Damon made his bed," Klaus interjected, his gaze icy. "And now he must lie in it. Kol isn't known for mercy, and you're lucky he left you both breathing."

Elena's jaw tightened, her fear giving way to anger. "This is your fault," she spat, glaring at Klaus. "Your family keeps tearing this town apart, and we're the ones who suffer for it!"

Klaus's expression darkened, and for a moment, Elijah stepped in their direction just a little as Elena wondered if she'd gone too far. But then, Klaus laughed—a low, menacing sound that sent chills down her spine.

"My dear Elena," Klaus said, his voice dangerously soft. "You've yet to understand what suffering truly is. Pray you never do."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Elena and Stefan in the wreckage of the balcony.

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