What do you guys think of Elijah? Do you think he's bluffing about his threats of killing Lara Jane? Is it possible that Kol is wrong about who he believes the murderer on the loose is? What do you guys think is going to happen next between Lara and Kol? thank you all for reading!
Lara Jane didn’t say anything, she just quickly as she could wash her hair and her body. Then she slowly stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in one of Kol’s thick and fluffy hooded robes. She watched Kol after she did that from where she was now sitting on the heated floor with her back against the vanity. Her eyes trained on his every move. After finishing up in the shower, Kol looked over at her when he turned the water off. She nervously handed him a towel, and he wrapped it around his waist. “I— uh...there are five guys with me. They won’t hurt you. I trust them with my life...They’re nice.” Kol tells her as he walked slowly into the main cabin, he groaned again in pain as he lifted up the ay bed pulling out two sets of his clothes. He had to take a few moments before pushing the daybed back down. His bite wound was throbbing pins and needles on fire kind of pain. — Kol watched his tribe harvest the moon wolfbane. Usually, he’d be out there helping them, but since
Lara I felt a jolt, from an engine starting up. My eyes opened to the sound of seagulls, and the calm sounds of the waves crashing. I was a little disoriented as to what was going on. All I really remember was Elijah opening the door to Kol's house, letting me in, to finding a note from Kol to Elijah, along with a duffle bag full of pills...then Elijah running after me...chasing me out of the house, through the backyard and onto the dock and to Kol’s boat. I shivered at the flashbacks of last night, my heart hurt and ached knowing that Elijah was one of the best liars ever. If there was an award for being the king of all the liars Elijah would easily be awarded it. All those times and opportunities that he could’ve hinted or told me about...I know one doesn’t just simply tell someone that they’re selling drugs—but he was my best friend. One of my dearest childhood best friends. I thought our friendship was strong but it too was built on top of lies— or at least that’s what it felt l
“Kol, don’t tell me that it’s a temporary problem when I've been drowning over you since that night you drowned.” Lara's voice got softer and softer. It was like she couldn’t even look at him. “But it is, daisy love...I have to leave this town with my tribe whether you believe me or not. It's my duty. I have to go. And-and I promise I'll come back to you.” Kol tried wrapping his arms around her waist but she pushed his touch away as she shook her head, she was clearly upset. It’s not like Kol takes pleasure in leaving her again, hell he just got back. He didn’t expect to be leaving again or at least so soon. He’s not exactly leaving this town and Lara off on a good standing either, ‘he came back from the dead’, she found out what he did for a living, Elijah goes and does whatever the hell he chooses and really fucks up, she gets lost at sea all night, Kol’s rut happened and he feels ashamed of what he did even though she never told him to stop or anything. Now she’s feeling ill and
Lara I’ve never seen so much rage in Kol's eyes and in his demeanor before, it was stronger than a tsunami’s powerful rage of the ocean... My tea mug slipped from my fingers that previously were grasping tightly onto the clay cup. It shattered onto the wood floors of this boat, just in front of my bare feet. I quickly moved as far as I could into the corner of the daybed. I froze in fear. ...And I couldn't look away, my eyes were locked on Kol. Even if I wanted to look away I didn't think I could do it. My fear took control of my body. Kol fell to his knees as if he was fighting something off, even when there was nothing attacking him, he didn’t let up on fighting “that” something back. He was shouting for me to go to Santo, but I didn't. I couldn't...I couldn't stop watching him…. He was on his hands and knees trying to control something from coming out of him or something. Was I right? Was Kol mentally ill? Was he a psycho? My train of thought was blown away when Kol’s legs
Kol What would distinguish a night from a dream? Within the former, there are fears, anxiety, and sadness...You are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. Your mind knows what lies in the darkest corner of your soul and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. My dream dangles a fantasy beneath my nose, giving me a teasing smell of what I want, but cannot have. A normal, happy life with Lara Daisy-Jane. A dream is what I wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could’ve been silenced and not have become a reality, but could’ve stayed a figment of my tired imagination. I thought I could trust Lara with my secrets regarding who I was and what I became uncontrollably… She wanted me to show her that I could just change and become what I told her just as if it was nothing like it would be so easy for me just to shift into what lingers inside me. She just assumed that I could control everything that I beco
Kol My joint burnt my finger because I forgot I lit it. I brought it up to my lips one last time, taking a big hit from it before I put it completely out in the ashtray that was in the middle of the small table. Looking over at Lara again I sighed, walking over to the small drawer next to the daybed and I opened it pulling out a pair of boxers, as I let my towel around my waist fall. With boxers and jeans on I reached for a hoodie from the same drawer when I did so the very old small box that was under the hoodie I grabbed had caught my eye. I stood there looking at it for a few moments longer before I slipped on the dark olive-colored hoodie over my head. I went to shut the drawer, but my tempting hands stopped pushing the drawer shut. my left hand quickly reached in and grabbed the small black velvet box as my right hand closed the drawer completely once my other hand pulled the box out from the drawer. I looked over at Lara's sleeping body once more, reaching up to grab a smal
It’s been three weeks since Lara had witnessed Kol's rage episode when he shifted and turned into a beast. Ever since they got back from the moon wolfbane harvest, she’s been texting him at all hours of the night with questions after question, articles after articles about werewolves, and ‘facts’ about them. Kol didn’t mind her researching about lycanthropy, he’s actually glad that she is because she wants to learn about who he was now, but it definitely has its cons...meaning mostly everything she’s been reading and taking notes about is ninety-seven percent false information. He’s just thankful she’s not been egging him on about shifting again, letting his rage take over. She sort of understands that he needs to take drugs to keep himself in check...but not fully. She really believes in him and that he could actually handle his rage to the point that he wouldn’t need the wolfbane. Kol tells her time after time she mentions that, that he doesn't have free will, that all the lycan bl
Lara The old record player, which is placed carefully on a stack of even older books, plays soft melodies in the background. Stevie Nicks croons about the ocean tides, and I can't help but move my body along with the beat. My uncle Bodaway bought it for me on one of his business trips. It's old, barely able to keep together, but it’s a treasure. Today is June 20th, it’s the first day of summer, and the darkness is still looming outside the semi-drawn window, slivers of light peeking through. The sky was pitch black, except for a couple of stars splattered against the heavens. The shadows dance among the room, playing hide and seek with the glow of the bedside lamp. Kol was outside on a phone call, every now and again I could hear him yell. Whoever he was talking to must be his family...when people agitate him, he just would threaten them before hanging up. He’d never put up with it. I push the drawer close with my hip and pull the shirt over my shoulders, securing the buttons
lara “let’s get your heart pumping and your blood moving, belle” doctor hiroshi says as he led jasper and i into another white room with workout machines. i knew what was coming next, i’d have to take off my gown and bring this cream-like stuff and massage it -in a creepy overly handsy way- into my stomach and upper chest, he said it was something that had to be done in order for the circular monitors to successfully attach to my skin. he’s been forcing me to run five or more miles a day saying that i should be able to run faster and longer before nearing to pass out. he ignored me regarding the reason why i was in the hospital and that i couldn’t have my body to be stressed out. “you work for them?” i blurt out as i watc
lara “the world is going to be taking a turn for the better, and it will be all thanks to you and your pups.” i said nothing in response to what he was rambling on to me as we sat in an all white room that had white everything. he had forced me to sit with him for dinner. i haven’t touched my food, it just was going to become cold and be wasted. i didn’t know what was in it. it could be laced with poison or drugged. “there will be less problems, less diseases, and a cure for cancer,” he said with a smile as he sliced a piece of his steak. “just less to worry about.” he winked at me as he placed a slice of his steak into his mouth. everyone since i woke up has been telling me that i was so vital to this lab, and their rese
“do you actually believe him?” “yes, i got to…” bodaway sighs looking up at the night sky, he is just admiring the stars of the universe. “...i must believe him, for if she’s actually gone i don’t know what i’d do.” he exhales.-you could hear his heart ache. “what if this is all a part of his broken heart for two trying to cope with her death?” bodaway turns to his life long friend ganesh, he looks up at him with heavy eyes. “i’m not getting my hopes up for her still being alive,” he tells his friend, “I’m giving my niece the fighting chance to be found dead or alive by putting my trust into-” “the luna beasts can’t be trusted,” ganesh cut off bodaway with a heated tone in his voice. “we haven’t ever spotted one since-” he trails off, shaking his head. “t
kol based on how i’ve studied octavia during the past three months, there’s no reasoning with her. you’ll have to give her what she wants, if one doesn’t...she will make your life a living hell. i was already living my personal hell since lara passed. “what about i bring you home and we drink a glass of wine when we get there?” i suggested, already annoyed. “whatever,” she responds and points a finger at my chest playfully. “let’s go to yours.” “let me get a taxi.” i murmured, raising my head up to stop one that was about to drive past us. i didn’t help her get in the backseat and walk around to get in on the other side.
kol “let’s get another round of shots! we are getting married tomorrow!” octavia exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck as i just sat motionless at the bar. she was pregnant, yet she still chose to party for this one night before my impending doom became a reality. i’ve been drinking, to the point santo had a sit down with me, two weeks ago, saying that i’m not becoming the man that lara would’ve wanted me to be. i didn’t give a fuck. she was gone...she left me. while i’m stuck
kol i don’t remember a single second of anything from telling lara daisy-jane i loved her to waking up to a blinding ceiling light and the sound of a ceiling fan spinning. bodaway and this other man were chatting by the door that led to the outside. i opened and closed my eyes a few times, and my surroundings didn’t change. i tried to move my arms and i couldn’t. i tried again, but I couldn't. i look over to my wrists and saw that i was being restrained in a bed. “are you going to kill me?” i blurted out, my voice raspy. my eyes darted over to them once again, and they quickly looked over at me.
kol day dreams of her and i keep coming into my mind, like fast waves, not like the slow gentle waves of the tides of the ocean that gently hit the store. who was i to deny my sweet daisy a jar of pickles and a milkshake at the fine hour of ten in the evening? if she had wanted fresh crepes from her favorite small french cafe for breakfast every morning. i’d gladly order her crepes, and go get them every morning before she woke up. she was munching on the sour food i never found appeitizing while we laid in bed watching the television. i heard her crunching over the volume from the mounted screen and i chuckled. she turned toward me with a questioning glance as to why i was laughing when the topic of the movie was a family experiencing a terrifying haunting in their ‘new’ house that was built in the year 1963, th
kol bodaway took me to the location where they found elijah’s car. it was completely wrecked, it had fallen into a deep creek that was at the bottom of a short clif. bodaway just watched me as i paced back and forth scanning the creek’s bed and murky water. i kept shaking my head, as i was unable to catch a scent of her, or see anything that belonged to her. “i know it hurts, kol.” bodaway said softly, as he lit a cigarette. i just looked over at him and he was looking at me as if his eyes were trained on me. i walked over to the elijah’s half-sunk car, stepping into the creek doing so. i swam up to
kol ~ last year, july 30th ~ i didn’t realize lara was back until she had shaken me awake, and when that barely worked she sat herself on top of my torso, causing slight discomfort enough to wake me. i let out a groan as i squinted up at her, she had a cheeky smile and her bottom lip was bitten between her teeth. her loose sandy blonde ringlets atop her head framed her beautiful face better than i could have imagined in my sweetest dream. “hey there, mr. sleepy head.” god, her voice was what i lived for, and i could never hear it enough throughout the day, she could talk my ear off, or talk me into slumber and i would still crave to have the silky melody to consume me.