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                               "No!" Annabelle used her magic to make the stake fall in the fireplace then made Elena fly harshly against the wall. The doppelgänger groaned.

This angered Elena and she quickly grabbed another wooden stake then sped to Annabelle and stabbed it into her stomach, she backs Annabelle into the wall making her stick against the wall. The witch groaned as Elena twisted the stake inside her, she felt the blood drip down and heard Beatrice cry out to her sister.

"I'm sorry..." Annabelle whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. Beatrice knew Annabelle wouldn't be able to save her— if she's even alive by then.

"I want you to feel like how I felt." Elena whispered, glaring as she pushed the stake deeper into her stomach "I'll let you watch Beatrice die. Then I'll kill you." She smiled and walked away as Annabelle coughed out blood.

Elena grabbed a stake and started music, dancing to the tune and her hair flipping. She looked to Annabelle and smirked "Dance." She told her and Annabelle shook her head making Elena roll her eyes and bought a stake to Beatrice heart threatening "I said dance!"

Annabelles head trailed down to the stake deep in her stomach and she slowly moved her hips, groaning in pain as she felt her stomach and back rip. She struggled but moved her hips side to side, it didn't look dancing, it looked like she was trying to get the stake out while moving around to the beat and tears streamed down her cheek making Elena smile at the sight.

"Enough. God, I almost feel bad." Elena admitted falsely and smirked "Almost." She winked then in a flash, she stabbed the wooden stake into Beatrice heart making Annabelle let out an ear piercing scream.

"Forgive me before I go." Beatrice groaned, a tear streaming down her cheek as her neck turned gray with veins.

"I forgive you." Annabelle whispered, knowing Beatrice could hear her. Beatrice smiled as her nose turned gray and her body slumped, giving into the chains and Elena smiled widely, laughing at the scene.

"That was dramatic." Elena laughed, throwing her head back in amusement "It's such a shame I didn't have blood to enjoy that. Hmm, maybe I should have just filmed it for sport. You know, if I ever feel sad, it'll definitely make up my day."

Elena began walking towards her while Annabelle hung her head low "If you're going to kill me, just get it over with." She managed a smile "But even when I'm dead on my last breath, I will hunt you down, Elena. And I'll hurt you in ways only I can."

The doppelgänger found her threat funny "That sounds hot." She laughed "Okay, enough with the chitchat. I'm going to kill you. Now, I have many options on how to kill you but I've always been really picky."

"Cant be too picky since your with Damon." Annabelle mumbled.

"Sheesh, I get it, bad decision." Elena shrugged but just then, her neck was snapped and Kol appeared in front of Annabelle as she choked out blood.

"I agree with Elena." Kol smirked, eyeing her up and down "That was hot." He pulled out the stake then pulled her to his chest.

Annabelle grasped onto him, allowing herself to break into tears as she felt blood drip down onto the ground while Kol sped away, she was letting out soft quiet cries into his neck, feeling the wind cool her wound but it also stung her, she held onto Kol tighter as her eyes fluttered.

"Hold on, darling." Kol whispered, quietly cursing and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Kol noticed this "Don't you dare close you're eyes on me." He sped into the Mikaelson mansion and everyone stood up at the smell of strong blood.

The smell was euphoric, they could only imagine how good her blood tasted. Kol laid her down on the couch and her eyes were shut but she was still breathing— barely. It hurt to breathe so every time it came out as soft grunts.

Kol quickly bit into his wrist, he bought it to her wrist as her breathing slowed down. When she felt the metallic liquid on her lips, she sucked on the blood, her hands slowly moved up and hugged his wrists to her mouth, desperate to get rid of the pain she's feeling.

They all looked at her with worry— except Katherine who was using a nail filer on her nails but would glance at the brunette every few seconds, hiding her slight worry. She clicked her tongue as Annabelle sat up.

Annabelle took a deep breath. Kol opened his mouth to speak but she spoke first "I...um.." she struggled to speak, afraid she'll break down "Can someone just bring Beatrices body? I want an un funeral." She pursed her lips.

"I'll get it." Caroline volunteered and Annabelle stood up, feeling dizzy but Kol steadied her.

"Thanks." Annabelle murmured to the two as she breathed shakily, shifting uncomfortably "I'm gonna go shower then tell Stacey and mom about the news." Her voice broke and she quickly walked away.

All eyes turned to Kol "What happened?" Rebekah asked, her eyes darkening.

"I don't know." Kol shrugged, pretending not to care anymore but he could feel his anger boil "By the looks of it. Elena killed Beatrice then stabbed Annabelle and was about to kill her, maybe I put it in the wrong order but I couldn't care less."

Caroline scoffed "Please, even I could tell you care about her." Kol gave her a look "So what was with your desperation to make sure she's alive?"

"If she dies, the protection cast on my family and I would be broken. If that wasn't the reason, I would have already killed her." Kol went up the stairs.

Annabelle walked out of the shower, talking to her sister who was now in tears. "And you couldn't do anything to save her?" Stacey sniffled and Annabelle felt guilty.

"No...I'm sorry." Annabelle whispered "Hey, can i um please talk to mom?" She asked, frowning and Stacey didn't answer, she was to sad to speak. She only gave her crying mom the phone.

"H-Hello." Aurelia wiped her tears, regaining her posture. Annabelle didn't answer, she gripped her head and slid down the wall, sobbing. "Annabelle, listen to me. This is not you're fault okay? This isn't you're fault." She assured, knowing her daughter would feel guilty.

"Mom I could have saved her. I was so blinded by rage from our past that I couldn't save her. Maybe if I—"

"No, you tried to save her. That's what matters. Beatrice knows that. I know that. Don't put this on yourself." Aurelia soothed.

Annabelle nodded "Yeah. I'll bring her body. We'll have a proper funeral. Only us as a family, okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you more, mom."

-

Kol went to the Salvatore boarding house after everyone was asleep. He saw Elena standing up, rubbing her forehead and he didn't waste a moment, he sped over to her and grabbed her neck, slamming her against the wall and she seemed to be shocked, not expecting the sudden harsh movement.

Elena then raised a brow, hiding her shock. "Kill me." She smiled. "Stefan and Damon will ring bell loose on all of you so do it. Kill me, Kol. I bet you want to. After all, I killed you once, I killed Beatrice and I almost killed your precious Annabelle. Please do it. Kill me."

Kol smirked and leaned closer to her ear. "But that's too easy." He, in a flash, grabbed wooden stakes and drove it through her palms, attaching her to the wall.

Elena groaned and Kol grabbed two others, he lifted her knees up and stabbed her kneecaps to the wall and she let out an ear piercing scream making his eyes light up in satisfaction as he grabbed more stakes, her scream of pain being music to his ears.

Kol took a stake and drove it in her stomach. "Not so fun, eh?" Kol took her head in his hands and began searching through her mind, looking through what she did to Annabelle and his anger only grew.

With a smirk, Kol released her head and began moving the stake in her body while Elena screamed again, breaking out in tears of pain and agony.

Kol rolled his eyes. "Don't you ever stop crying?" He asked, walking over to the disc and he played on music before speeding back to Elena and she already knew what he was going to make her do.

Kol lifted her chin up to make her look ag him, her eyes not bloodshot. "This is gloomy..." he sighed but couldn't hold his wide smile.

"Why don't you brighten it up and dance a little. Now, I know you can't move your feet but anything is possible." He compelled them poured himself vervain and slumped back in the chair.

Elena groaned and tried to move her feet but her feet were literally not on the ground and every part of her ached. But, Kol compelled her to and so she began moving her hips, palms and attempting to get her feet back on the ground but to no avail.

Kol took a sip from his bourbon, watching her with amused eyes. "I'll take a wild guess and say this is for Damon?" He asked, making conversation as he looked back to the bourbon with amused eyes.

"Ah, as much as his taste in women are bloody horrible," Kol judging-ly eyed Elena "his taste in drinks are great but I am quite famished." He stood up and walked over to where he smelled blood, other than Annabelles strong smell.

Kol found a blood bag, smiled and opened it then began drinking from it with a smirk as he walked back to Elena. He made it to her and stopped.

"Do you want some, darling? You look rather pale." Kol faked worry, bringing the blood bag close to her.

"Yes."

"Go on then, what are you waiting for?" Kol smiled. "Take it." He compelled and Elena drove her hand through the stake and she let out a cry. "Oh, that's enough. I almost felt bad." He then mocked "Almost."

"Let me go, Kol." Elenas voice is strained and rough.

"Oh, but I'm not going to leave until you beg for me to kill you." Kol smiled and picked up a rather sharp knife. He walked over to Elena with a taunting smirk

Kol put it on her shoulder and trailed the knife down, watching as she began bleeding but she quickly healed making him frown. "Well, that's no fun." He sighed.

As if an idea popped to his head, Kol grinned and sped away, leaving Elena confused until he returned with five bottles of water...only, it wasn't just water, it was vervain and it reeked of vervain that Elena managed to cough from its strong smell.

Kol took a bottle and lifted her chin up, he shoved it down her throat, making her drink it and she tried to pull away but he only pressed it more, squeezing the water out of the bottle.

"That's it...that's a good girl." Kol grinned and Elena began coughing as Kol opened another bottle but he didn't make her drink it.

While Kol hummed to the music, he slipped on gloves and made his way to Elena. He ran the bottle through her hair and she screamed as he massaged her scalp, moving the bottle to every inch of her skin.

Kol knew that her hair wouldn't dry up meaning the vervain will stay to burn her skin and as a bonus, she wouldn't heal as fast as she did before.

"Please...stop Kol."

"Oh, but darling." Kol mused, caressing her cheek "I'm only getting started."

The rest of the night was filled with unbelievable torture.

So, Kol cares for Annabelle, I think some of us are beginning to learn that.  Anyways, he cares for her but he doesn't want to show it...

Anyways, I just found out that some of you cried in the chapter 'kill me' which brings me happiness as an author, especially since it was unintentional. (I'm not a psychopath but it's a real goal)

Please, if Kol would torture someone for hurting me, i would love to be tortured.

I want their love to be different from his and Davinas but also to share the same passion.

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