'Play that Funky Music White Boy' Hush/ 3 Wishes Group SL Fts: Jeremy, Rebekah, Freya, Caroline, Marcel, and Salem Special mentions:- Bessie, my beautiful bat!
'Some of this 70s-80s sh*t ain't half bad!...'
Kol mused thoughtfully adding a skip and twist to his step as he continued to make his way down the hallway "What ya recon Bessie? Care to dance?..." He mused happily down to the bat in his hand. It didn't matter he couldn't hear his own voice echo out down the silent passageway. It didn't matter that Bessie was just an ornate object, literally just a bloody bat with the emphasis on the word bloody! Everything always somehow felt a little better when he had his walkman blaring. What was it they said nowadays? 'Music can soothe the savage beast?' it put a smile on Kol's face. F ucking imbeciles!
They couldn't even get the quote right! Nic and he'd been with Willian Congrieve back in 1697 the night he'd penned the words for a new play called 'The Morning bride' and they'd definitely been...
'Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. To soften rocks or bend a knotted oak'
It had been a bloody glorious night filled with much mead and lots of pretty girls. Lots of dancing and the flowing of fresh blood followed. Unfortunately, it had ended pretty abruptly after he'd told Nic that he intended to make the playwright his nightcap. While he'd been dancing with the pretty little corpse of his latest meal Nic had snuck up behind him and rammed a bloody dagger in his heart! Nic and his bloody love for the arts! Maybe it was just as well... The quote would never have come to fruition if he hadn't and people these days would never have been able to 'balls' it up as they had; making the quote seem more personally depicted about him! An image of Nic rolling his eyes in irritation and disdain whenever he heard someone deliver the stuffed-up quote suddenly popped into Kols mind making Kols face break into a broad grin... It was bloody brilliant! In a way an eternal payback for the dagger that night- even if only Nic and he knew about it!
Making a mental note to scrap the 'f ucking imbeciles retort' whenever he heard the quote in the future, Kol lifted 'Bessie' vertically before himself and started to move the bat in time with the music that poured out of his walkman and began to jig and jive his way once more down the passage.
"Heyyy do it now..... yeah hey"...
He found himself beginning to sing at the top of his voice! It was bloody beautiful! Perfect! A lip sync dream! It didn't matter how loud he sang the lyrics- or if he even got the bloody words right! 'No one could hear him and be able to criticize!' "Yeah... there was a funky singer... playing in a rock n roll band..." He brought Bessie in close, using her as a makeshift microphone before spinning himself and the bat in a circle mid-stride.
"And never had no problems... yeah...Burnin' down the one-night stands..."
When suddenly up ahead a door in the passageway slammed open with force. In an instant, it was filled with the malformed figure of a hunchbacked servant. Not quite man... not quite beast Kol had a moment where he paused, taking in its malformed lumbering form as it ascended down the passage towards him. If not for the circumstance maybe he'd of taken pity on it... The grin slowly grew wider on his face... 'Who was he bloody kidding!!'
Happily, he lifted Bessie with the gusto of a 'baseball batter intent on making a home run' and marched down the passage to meet it. A moment later he was stepping sideways with his left leg as his right shoulder twisted forward; bringing 'Bessie' around in the perfect arch making contact with the left side of the creature's head!... As if in slow motion Kol watched as the bat made contact, the force splitting the servant's skin like ricepaper upon impact. The way the whole side of the creature's face wobbled, almost like jelly around his bat's girth... the spittle that sprayed in clumps from its jiggling lips, absorbed mid-air by the splatter of blood which coated the tip of 'Bessie' and began to run in ribbons down her shaft. instinctively Kol closed his eyes against the overspray. The thud of impact would have been bloody glorious if he could have heard it over the music still blaring out from his walkman!
The undeniable cracking of bone cushioned only by the flesh on its cheekbone!
Impulsively, he pulled the bat back towards him when he felt the force of resistance...Instantly he opened his eyes. 'What the bloody hell?' The creature was still somehow alive and worse! It had somehow managed to grab hold of his bat! Instantly a 'tug o war' erupted and they began to push and heave each other down the passage in a bid to gain control of Bessie with neither of them, him or the floundering creature willing to give up their hold or succumb to the other!
As he felt himself being propelled backward to slam into the wall of the passageway, with the creature using Bessie as a ramming rod; Kol could literally see the bloody smirk on Jeremy Gilbert's face in his mind; Losing his bat to the half-dead bloody creature!- Or worse! If it somehow managed to kill him!
He'd never live it down! He'd be the bloody brunt of not just Gilbert's jokes...but his own family's too! Instantly Kol gritted his teeth and gripped the bat harder, using all his force to keep the creature from using the bat to pierce his chest cavity, pinning him unceremoniously to the wall behind; And lifted his left knee up towards his stomach, as he dropped his right shoulder and extended his left leg inwards, delivering a swift forceful kick into the gut of the hunched over servant causing it to relinquish it's grip as it stumbled back with the impact! Instantly Kol lowered his left leg and brought Bessie up to his right shoulder. Stepping forward with his right foot, he lowered his right shoulder extending his left arm horizontally across his body to propel the bat with as much force as he could muster, forward into the creature's already bloody head.
The world seemed to move in slow motion, as the bat made impact! The creature's blood and spittle once again mingled, spraying out across Kol's face, only this time... He didn't close his eyes! No more bloody leaving it to chance! This time he was gonna make sure the bloody bastard died! As the servant stumbled backward; arms flaying out around him, in a futile bid to keep his balance, Kol swiftly drew Bessie back towards him and raised her one last time...
She was beautiful! The way her shaft gleamed crimson with the creature's fresh blood and gristle; the fragments of bone and flesh! The way she moved in his hands, sending the blood and gristle like a fine mist into the air as she began a...
'Dancin and singin, and a movin to the groovin And just as she hit, Kol stepped forward and shouted Play that funky music, Bessie!'
Instantly the creature became airborne! Flaying, backward it connected with a hallway window, shattering through it upon impact to land unceremoniously in a lifeless lump of bloodied flesh and shards of glass upon the lawn outside. Impressed Kol couldn't help but fist pumped the air with Bessie, breaking into a broad grin as he smugly sang to the bat...
"Play that funky music right... Play that funky music beautiful Bessie... Lay down the Boogie and play that funky music till it dies!"
And made his way over to look out of the shattered window. Almost the instant he caught sight of the group gathered outside under the shade of the trees, then his good mood was shattered! Not only did they seem to be standing there carefree... But did that cat really just bloody turn into a bloke? Resting Bessie one-handed against his shoulder,Kol reached into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed his phone, and awkwardly punched in a text to Bekah and Jeremy... using his thumb.
'You guys better get out front ASAP!!'
Then, letting out a big sigh, he casually climbed out of the shattered window and slowly strolled over to where his older sister was waiting with an unlikely trio as his thumb worked overtime trying to type out the message that e could shove in all their faces for them to see...
"You took your time Freya! Where'd you find Blondie? Why'd you bloody bring Marcel? He ain't one of us! He needs to get over it! He ain't ever gonna be a real Mikaelson!.... On second thought, GOOD IDEA!!.... If push comes to shove- We can use him as bait! And wait! Wasn't that other bloke a cat just a minute ago?.... What is he? ... The Cheshire bloody cat or something???..."
