Apparently Julie killed off Kol because he was too dark of a character. If that’s true then she really must lack brain cells especially if she thinks the other vampire’s are all rainbows and sunshine.
April knew her actions were stupid, she knew that running was probably the worst thing she could possibly have done, but she didn’t know what else to do. She was afraid, and she needed to get away. This was the fastest she’s ever ran, so in that moment she was proud of herself, but the pride quickly vanished once a screech left her lips, feeling his grasp on her arm. She looked up at him, fear clear across her features. Shaking her head at his question. “N-no.. I knew it was stupid, before i did it.” She admitted, almost as if she couldn’t stop herself. She was to frightened to even think, never mind speak. She was bound to begin babbling.. Or at least she was going to be honest, nerves usually did that to her. “I’m not pathetic, but i don’t know why i ran, i knew i couldn’t out run you, i just needed to try..” She whispered, looking down for a moment. “W-what are you going to do with me?”
Kol grasped her arm tighter, using his grip to bring her closer to him. He narrowed his eyes as he glared down at her. He was annoyed by her attempt to run, he didn’t like when potential prey attempted an escape. However, he couldn’t deny that a chase did make things more interesting. “Well, I can’t blame you for trying. Regardless of how fruitless it was,” he stated, a shadow of a smile appearing across his features, although when he spoke, it was still in the same threatening tone as before. He didn’t want her to mistake his amusement for tolerance. “Before I wasn’t going to do anything but then you ran, so allow me to prevent that from happening again.” As soon as he had finished speaking, dark veins came in to view beneath Kol’s eyes joined by a set of fangs that appeared in his mouth. He leaned down closer to April, digging his fangs in to her neck suddenly. Kol let out a low, satisfied moan as a cascade of warm blood flooded in to his mouth. He drank the blood quickly, careful to take enough for the girl to become much weaker but not enough that she would pass out. Only the most skillful of vampires had mastered the art of judging the amount of blood required for this and Kol, having had many years of practice was one that knew what he was doing.
Kol leaned back against the brick wall behind him, pausing for a moment to take in his surroundings. A cool breeze swept past him and carried on down the alleyway, dragging fallen leaves and discarded wrappers along with it. He was unfamiliar with the town that he currently found himself in but he wouldn’t let that bother him. Being over a thousand years old, he had learned to become adaptable. The setting didn’t matter to Kol, he looked for the same thing regardless of which town he was in. A young girl out alone at night, choosing the wrong alleyway to take a short cut through. A malicious grin spread across Kol’s face as the small, red haired girl made her way towards him. Kol didn’t waste any time. Before the girl had a chance to scream for help, Kol had grabbed her, pinning her against the alley wall as he dug his fangs in to her neck and began to drink her blood.
The night was young and the town of Mystic Falls, although dull was Kol’s chosen destination. He strolled aimlessly through the streets, on a path that would no doubt lead him towards The Mystic Grill, the lone bar in a town he had once been confined to. It was strange to be back so many years later. The town he had grown up in had changed so much, just as Kol had himself. The once innocent and carefree man had changed in many ways over the years. Of course, a thousand years was a long time, it would be a challenge to find somebody who in that length of time, hadn’t changed. As he reached the The Mystic Grill at the end of his path, Kol entered it heading straight for a seat by the bar. He ordered himself a drink from the girl behind the bar, drumming his fingers on the wooden bar in front of himself as he awaited his drink.
“Hmmpphh…. sorry Caroline might tolerate the presence of you Mikaelsons but I don’t.”
“Well, that’s me told. I guess I’ll just leave you alone then. Is that what you want?”
The old man looked away, lips parting to release a sigh. Had Kol known how foolish he sounded, Elijah would have been eager to say something smart.
Elijah had mourned his brother’s death, as did Klaus and Rebekah. The Original’s hand sought out comfort in his pocket before looking back to give his young brother eye contact, “This is no time to discuss how anyone acted on behalf of your death, brother.” The older man tilted his head gesturing a hand, “I had mourned over you, there is no denying that. If not the same as Rebekah, or Niklaus, it pained me as it did to see Finn fall without a proper goodbye.”
Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s words. He didn’t believe them for a second. He had seen exactly how his siblings had reacted to his death and from what he had seen, Niklaus was the only who had given it a second thought. “Where is the harm in discussing it right now, brother? There’s no time like the present,” Kol stated, narrowing his eyes at his older brother. He couldn’t help but feel that the only reason Elijah wished not to discuss it was because he feared how Kol would react. Given that he had a habit of over-reacting at times, sometimes causing him to inflict pain on those around him, it would have been a legitimate fear. Kol was not going to let it go though. “You are a liar, Elijah. You don’t care that Finn is dead, nor do you care that I am.”