Kol could feel the blood congealing between his fingers; becoming sticky as it cooled. He wasn't sure how long he'd stood there just watching her. She hadn't changed at all. Not since the last time he'd seen her. She was still beautiful. How long had it been? five...six years? and yet she still made his heart yearn. She was the only one! The only one who'd ever been able to do that to him! And again he found himself wondering where it had all gone wrong. When the exact moment, he knew that they were no longer traveling together along the same path in life. She hadn't noticed him yet. Standing in the shadows of the art gallery watching her. Watching as her long brunette locks swayed gently with her movements while she leaned over a canvas upon her desk.
Davina Claire, the only woman to capture his heart and cast it aside, just as quick! Already the resentment, the hate was trying to creep into his thoughts...That bloody book and misfit 'createn' that had made it all possible!- Lucifer Morningstar- He hated that name! He hated the uncontrollable rage, of jealousy it made him feel, even after all this time! He hated that it made him feel weak, that it made him feel so frustrated; so vulnerable that he could as easily drop, to sob uncontrollably upon the floor, as he could fly into a blind rage of angry bloodlust and wraith. The name, Lucifer Morningstar brought out the worst Kol and Davina Claire, that bloody 'Book of Damnation' five or six years...it wasn't long enough to forgive or forget!
Closing his eyes, Kol tried to steady his thoughts. He wouldn't be that bloke. The one who let his emotions control him and lost their s.h.i.t because of it! He'd spent the last five years trying to convince himself he didn't care about any of them. Davina Claire, Lucifer Morningstar, the bloody book, or the fact he had a daughter resulting from it all that he'd never laid eyes on! A daughter that had never been given a chance to know him! A daughter that probably called that bloody tosser' Morningstar' her Father!! Kol bit down hard upon his lip, and for a moment he tasted his own blood before the wound healed. Then slowly he exhaled and opened his eyes. He was going to keep his cool. Keep his s.h.i.t together, if it was the last thing he did! Methodically, he calmly stepped from the shadows into the dimly-lit light...
"Who knew the optic nerve was so long? Surprised his a**hole didn't come with it."
Kol smirked smugly as he watched Davina jump at the sound of his voice before turning to face him. Calmly he lifted his left hand. The Guard,( some tosser, 'Morningstar' had probably hired to help protect Davina) hadn't faired too well. Idly the Guards eyeball swayed: hanging by its fleshy optic nerve between Kol's fingers.
If Davina was surprised to see him, she didn't show it. Instead, she looked surprisingly calm. Unperturbed even! It was almost unhinging. Had she been expecting him? He'd thought about seeing her again. allowed himself to believe that she'd possibly be happy to see him. Now he wasn't so sure.
Immediately he felt his eyes narrow as the torture once again began to set in, images flashing by, swifter than any possible visible moments. Images of them knowing he was coming, setting up traps for him to walk straight into... Images of her turning him away, of not letting him see his daughter... of Davina kissing Morningstar in front of him...and he felt his grasp upon the optic nerve tighten as he cautiously took a step closer to Davina.
Would she try to cripple him with the spell that caused excruciating aneurism after aneurism, while her angel wannabe bad boy came at him as he crumbled from behind..? F.u.c.k! he'd ram that Guards eyeball down her bloody throat, he'd pluck that angel's wings, fallen or not, and use them to stuff him like Thanksgiving turkey! They'd never stop him, no matter how many times they killed him, or tried to...He'd never rest until he got revenge!
He was losing control once again, and he knew it! Lifting his head Kol glanced around him at the pictures hanging upon the Gallery's walls, and at the sculptures scattered here and there, upon the floor: while he tried to recollect his thoughts, to gain control of his emotions once again. And finally, when he felt some manner of calmness returning to his logic, he let his gaze fall once again upon Davina's face and her beautiful blue eyes...
"I'm guessing you know why I'm here?" He announced, not giving her a chance to reply as once again he stepped closer... "You've no doubt heard the Necromancer is hunting hybrids for their power... And your poncy Morningstar can't ptotect our daughter or you from him... You may not like me much anymore Davina, You may not like my family... But we're the only bloody ones who can keep you safe! So I'm not asking you... I'm telling you! If you won't come with me willingly, I'm still taking our Daughter!"
