Mirabelle<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lklau1Hy021qiyk0yo1_500.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Suddenly a voice behind her caused the red head to jump, her deep blue eyes shooting to the door. There in the door way stood the king of New Orleans, his arms were crossed and he seemed smug about something. Mirabelle let out a huff, turning back to the pile of clothes in front of her and starting to shove them back into the laundry basket. "Nooo, i'm just crawling around in a pile of dirty laundry for fun." Her snippy response was laces with obvious sarcasm before she continued.  "I can't find my favorite dress, it's turquoise and short and suddenly just went missing. I'd needed it for a party tonig..." Her ranting came to a stop abruptly as she stood up, arms crossed over her chest as if she was was mocking his stance "Why do you care? Come to bug the poor little human since there's no one around for you to kill?"<br/><br/>Belle of course refereed to herself as human. Even though her true species was a Siphoner she had been 13 when she stopped practicing magic and had lived as a human ever since. Deep down the girl hated what she was, trying her hardest to convince herself that living like a human would make her one. There was an incredibly good chance she didn't have any of the powers she used to hold anymore anyway and what was a witch without powers? a human.<br/><br/>Snapping out her daze Mirabelle let her eyes drift over Klaus's form. He was fairly muscular, no doubt from all the fighting he had contributed in for the last 1000 years. Despite this he still kept his slender form, avoiding looking like the incredible hulk even with all the strength he possessed. Granted even the weakest man on earth if he was a vampire could make a human crumble  however it took a whole new strength all together to make even the strongest species grovel at your feet and that is the strength that Klaus possessed.  Thinking about that made the red heads skin produce goose bumps, causing the girl to shiver softly.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kol<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://ak-hdl.buzzfed.com/static/2015-03/27/0/enhanced/webdr09/anigif_original-grid-image-17374-1427429592-11.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Kol was quite enjoying having his fill of the busty brunette, even her screaming at the top of her lungs brought music to the originals ears. Suddenly out of no where a pain so intense it could make the devil himself scream in terror had made it's way from the tip of his toes and through his physical structure. As it engulfed his body it brought with it an indescribable suffering, one that was so painful he had no choice but to let out an animal like screech mixed with a scream that mimicked the sounds the petty humans let off when he  terrorizes them. Along with the pain came a burning feeling that swept through his whole body as if someone had just thrown him in a pile of burning logs. However having been burned a live before he could say this was undoubtedly worse than anything that fire could cause, no this worked it's way on the inside of his skin, on the parts more sensitive than the outer layer could ever be.<br/><br/>Dropping the girl automatically Kol Mikealson grabbed the wall of the building he had pushed the brunette against, scraping against the cement as he slid to his knees. His other hand came to peel at the of his neck as if he was trying to dig into his skin and pull out the very things that were being subjected to the pain, feeling it would be better to have them ripped from his body than to feel something such as this. He slowly came aware of what was happening, his veins were boiling which meant that a witch had casted them to. It also meant that it took a very powerful with to perform a spell like this and that this witch must be in close proximity enough to perform the spell.<br/><br/>Forcing himself to open his eyes the vampire, through the blurry eyed pain that he was being subjected to had met eyes with the very witch forcing him to endure this hell. The blonde sure enough was chanting the tune of the spell, her blue eyes fixated on him as she done so. At that moment he never wanted to kill anything more than that little witch in front of him, he  was sure that this thought was what got him through the torment. The vision of being able rip the very tongue from the mouth that was chanting the curse, to watch the pain in her eyes as he pulled her intestines out of her stomach and lastly being able to taste the blood that has caused his own to boil.