six feet under (your skin); kol mikaelson

chapter two

The room was small, dirty, and dimly lit by a few nearly spent candles. There were no windows and no door, just an empty room made of crumbling wood, a handful of candles, a crumpled pile of what looked to be dirty blankets heaped in a corner, and an overwhelming smell of wet earth and dust. At first, Juniper was alone in this room. She glanced around curiously, confused as to where she was and how she'd gotten there. Last thing she remembered was laying next to (an adorably) pouty and irritated Kol who tried to sleep as she prattled on about her love for patterned socks and how she was so sad now that she died because she could no longer buy cool new socks to wear. The ancient vampire had been thoroughly uninterested in her sock collecting habits and entirely unsympathetic to her newfound dilemma of being too incorporeal to wear anything on her feet save the tattered white sneakers and athletic socks (with no cool pattern btw) that she'd died in.

Kol had truthfully contemplated a myriad of ways that he could get rid of the annoying poltergeist that had been clinging to him practically since he'd first encountered her. As usual, his mind conjured many violent situations in which he could rip the girl limb from limb, crush her windpipe, throw her from a cliff, ect ect. But none of those would work because he'd already killed the annoying bitch so she wasn't able to be killed again. So far as he knew, at least. Though that did not stop Kol from imagining all the ways he would have liked to go about murdering her, which is what eventually lulled him to sleep. The vivid visions of carnage and bloodshed downing out Juniper's chirping voice and calming his nerves enough to allow him rest despite his talkative and unwelcome guest. It seemed that she'd fallen asleep just before him. Kol wasn't an expert on the daily habits of the deceased, but he would not have imagined a ghost needing sleep. June, however, laid still and quiet beside him on the bed. He knew she was unconscious because otherwise she'd never have stopped talking. He glared at her sleeping figure, envisioning more bloody ways to rid himself of her, as he too faded into sleep.

Juniper was no longer alone in the room she'd found herself in. Much to her pleasure, Kol appeared out of thin air, his powerful presence taking up more space in the cramped room than his body actually required. "Welcome to my humble abode!" June cheered, truthfully just glad to not be alone. She hated being alone. She was still confused where they were and why, but she cared much less about the finer details now that she had company.

"It's a hovel..." Kol grumbled, still tired and foggy with confusion. "I've seen outhouses nicer than this."

"Yeah okay, maybe it's a bit of a fixer upper. But it's got...character." The ginger girl smiled as she further took in their surroundings. By character she meant dirt. There was a lot of dirt.

"Where the bloody hell are we anyway?" Kol questioned, noting silently and with annoyance the lack of visible exit. "We were sleeping in my room... this is not my room."

"OUR room." June corrected, deciding that anything that belonged to Kol belonged to her as well. Because he killed her so she can lay claim to whatever of his she wants. That's like ghost law or something.

"No." He snapped without any real bite to his words, too busy examining the room and pushing and tugging various points of the wooden structure to try and make his own way out. His attempts remained unsuccessful. Despite his strength and the seemingly dilapidated state of the building, no amount of force had any result. The wood remained unmoved and the room remained enclosed, no matter how hard he yanked at the wood boards or how forcefully he tried to push his fist through the walls. He noticeably felt no pain from these attempts either, not even a slight twinge on his knuckles. "My room. I'll get rid of you soon, trust me."

Juniper rolled her eyes, used to the vampire's grumpy attitude despite having only known him for a single day. It didn't bother her. She was familiar with being unwanted. And she was familiar with not giving a shit and doing what she liked regardless of who it annoyed. The ghost sat herself on the floor, wishing the place had beanbags or something for her to sit on besides her own (deliciously plump) ass. While Kol continued trying to trash the building and make his way out, escape from the tiny room but more importantly put distance between himself and the ghost girl, June trailed her fingers along the dusty floor. She drawed little doodles in the dust, absently.