Kol's eyes landed on the building he was headed towards, he hadn’t been out like this in a while and he was ready to enjoy the night. If there was any place he would never see Lara Jane, it would be here. He pulled to the front of the building, handing his keys to the valet driver. His boot clicks against the pavement as he walks towards the double doors of the club. Stepping inside felt like stepping into another world. The whole place was dimly lit, and the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume lingered in the air. Kol walked past a nicely dressed man holding a tray with drinks. He grabbed one and quickly threw his head back, finishing the fruity cocktail in mere seconds. He needed some real alcohol. He quickly found the bar and as soon as the woman working behind the bar sees him she smiles wide. “Kol.” She grins, already pouring tequila into a small clear glass. Kol nods, watching her bend over into the mini fridge behind the bar, grabbing a lime wedge and putting it between her l

Lara It's been silent for what felt like hours but in reality, it has probably only been just under an hour. I haven't heard Kol move or speak— it's been just totally silent. I slowly made my way to the light switch, turning it on all the while my eyes did not look anywhere but that dark corner on the far side of his bed. I gasped and I saw blood, lots and lots of blood —my body rushed over there before my brain could process what was happening. I saw Kol curled up in the fetal position on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. There were dark bruises up his whole spine, ribcage, torso…dark bruises everywhere. How? What is happening? What is going on? I know— I know for a fact no one broke into the house or was in the room with us. My eyes never left that dark corner where all the horrific sounds originated from. I didn't understand. Did he do this to himself? Did he do this because we fought? I didn't recall Kol being like that— He was still keeping something from me? "K-Ko

Lara I could feel the nervousness falling over me, a rush of adrenaline making my hands shake and my heart racing. I step into the hallway, looking down one way and then the other hoping to see a mop of wavy dark hair somewhere. I lean down and grab the small ring, and the paper. I stepped into the hallway a little further to see if I could catch a glimpse of Kol. Before I can stop myself, his name falls from my lips and drifts down the hallway. "Kol?" Instead of hearing or seeing anything to confirm that he was around, I hear my voice echo back. My stomach turns, an uneasy knot of guilt forming inside of me. I step inside and close the door, leaning against it my eyes meet Elijah's eyes. "What is that?" He reaches out for me to hand him what I had hidden inside my closed hand. I bite my lip and reach my hand out, opening my fingers. The ring and paper laying in my palm. "It's- Kol got me this ring at the beach fair and I never took it but- I'm- he I don't know he seemed so upse

The crashing sound of the waves around him filled Kol's ears. He looked up from the drink he had in his hand when one of the lower-ranked alphas in his tribe walked over to him. Kol took the joint away from his lips, “Speak,” he exhaled the smoke as he looked up at the alpha in front of him. “Uh...we got a call from Elijah saying that Lara is dead—” the guy says, slightly confused as to why this concerned them and why it affected Kol so much. Kol grabbed him by his shirt not even caring where his joint and where his glass landed. He could feel the pain and his rage started to boil within him. “What do you mean?!” Kol yelled while clenching his jaw in anger. “What does he mean she’s dead?!” He roared. Everyone stopped what they were doing and became silent, even the ocean, and the crashing waves around them became quiet. “He says if the eels, The Chemist, or the ocean doesn’t kill her, he will.” Kai the alpha held his hands up in fear of Kol. Kai was an older alpha than Kol was

Lara I felt a jolt, from an engine starting up. My eyes opened to the sound of seagulls, and the calm sounds of the waves crashing. I was a little disoriented as to what was going on. All I really remember was Elijah opening the door to Kol's house, letting me in, to finding a note from Kol to Elijah, along with a duffle bag full of pills...then Elijah running after me...chasing me out of the house, through the backyard and onto the dock and to Kol’s boat. I shivered at the flashbacks of last night, my heart hurt and ached knowing that Elijah was one of the best liars ever. If there was an award for being the king of all the liars Elijah would easily be awarded it. All those times and opportunities that he could’ve hinted or told me about...I know one doesn’t just simply tell someone that they’re selling drugs—but he was my best friend. One of my dearest childhood best friends. I thought our friendship was strong but it too was built on top of lies— or at least that’s what it felt l