fixation?kol mikaelson

WE ARRIVE IN FRONT OF ZANDEW LOUNGE. "Do you really think they went back to the bar?" I ask as I climb out of Damon's car. Damon opens the trunk to get the weapons. "Where else are they gonna go? It's all cabins and vacation homes; they can't get in anywhere."

Damon hands Jeremy a gun and Jeremy puts it behind his back as Damon then hands him the compound bow. "All right. There you go."

"Fine. Let's get this over with."

I wish that my brother didn't have to get wrapped up in all of this. Elena and I became vampires because of our heavy involvement with the supernatural, but Jeremy... Jeremy doesn't deserve this. He could have lived a normal life.

"Jer..." I say softly.

Jeremy pulls back the compound bow and gives me a reassuring nod. "I can do this, Alivia. It's ok."

Damon looks at Jeremy. "Listen, just go one at a time, only shoot for the heart, don't hesitate, and don't miss."

He hands Jeremy an arrow and he frowns. "Save the teaching moment. You don't have to pretend like you give a damn about me just because Alivia is here."

Damon glances at me with an eye roll. "I'm trying to keep you alive, dumbass. Come on."

I push between Jeremy and Damon. "Why don't we all try and not fight? It would make things easier."

We head into the bar, and music is still playing. Jeremy holds up his bow and I spot a giant blood smear can be seen on the ground. Damon walks around it and I follow his path.

"Something's not right."

"Clearly," I remark.

We follow the trail of blood into the back cold storage room. A giant pile of the vampire corpses are in the corner. My face wrinkles in disgust at the massacre. All of these people's lives wasted. Just for them to be killed for no reason and force us to kill more people in order to find the cure. It's cruel to kill all of these vampires in the first place.

"Looks like we're gonna have to find some new vampires. What a waste."

"What the hell happened?!" Jeremy exclaims.

"I confess... I did it."

That voice. Kol walks into the room, holding his hands in the air and holding back his own laughter. "Kol?" I gasp.

"Darling, good to see you. Sorry about the mess. Ugh, it was a little crowded when I arrived, and I prefer more intimate gatherings." Kol moves closer to my face. "And we could definitely arrange one, Alivia."

"Piss off, Kol."

"Jeremy. We need need to have a little chat." Kol takes a sip of bourbon from the bottle and smirks at my brother. "Care for a drink?"

"He's underage, and I don't like you, so let's just cut to it," Damon snaps.

He turns to me once again, and I'm tempted to accept because of his pretty face. "You, darling?"