I'm not sure where this came from, I haven't written something like this before. WARNING, the story is rated M for mature themes and angst, there's also some violence. This is a one-shot, at least for now.

"What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it. Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from. And nothing to escape to. One is always alone."

For some reason that quote crossed Kol's mind, even if he couldn't remember who had written it or when he had read it. He hadn't really understood it before, until now. The truth was that he didn't believe in actual hell, this world was close enough. Over a thousand years and in the end nothing had really changed, people were still the same. He didn't care about them, he never had, but he had cared about his family, despite of their differences. Now a half of them were dead and he had almost killed his little sister with a white oak stake.

The damn cure would ruin them all; apparently he was the only one who saw that. Nik and Rebekah did nothing and Elijah was nowhere to be found. The rage in him was growing by every passing second, someone would suffer tonight. Perhaps he would slaughter every single person in this hellhole someone called a bar. He was sitting at the corner table, concentrating on his drink when something made him to look up. No way…

The woman who had just stepped inside was certainly in a wrong place. Blonde hair, pretty face, a white dress… There was even a damn rosary on her neck. She looked around calmly and headed to the counter. Some drunken men whistled when she passed them, but she didn't seem to care. Her blue eyes were scanning the room; clearly she was looking for something. Kol wasn't really surprised when her eyes stopped on him, women always noticed him.

Unfortunately for her, he certainly wasn't on the mood for some meaningless small talk, although he had already decided that she would be his dinner. Perhaps he would toy with her first; the pure and innocent ones were his favorite toys. She certainly seemed to fit in that category, probably some good girl looking for excitement; surely she wanted to tell all her friends in a Sunday school about her wild little adventure. Slowly she approached his table, keeping her face free from emotions.

"Well…" he started when she was standing next to him.

"No," she interrupted him.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me…"

"Keep your mouth shut, I don't care what you have to say," she stated calmly.

For a short moment, Kol was actually confused.

"What…"

"Hush," she said demandingly. What the hell, no one hushed him.

"I said keep your mouth shut." She paused and leaned towards him, touching his ear with her lips. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

He was sure that he had misheard her, this couldn't possibly be real.

"Come," she said holding out her hand for him.

"What are you…"

"I have no problem replacing you," she interrupted him calmly. "There are plenty of men here."

"Wait just a second; you want me to…fuck you?"

She smiled.

"I thought that you're either deaf or stupid. Come."

She turned around and headed towards the backdoor. For a second he actually hesitated, it had been a very long time since someone had managed to surprise him. Apparently the little Sunday school girl was naughty. Well, he certainly had no problem with that. He grinned and followed her outside; she was standing next to a garbage can. The alley was dark, but of course he had no problem seeing her. This had to be too good to be true.

"My name…"

"I don't care," she interrupted him again; apparently she liked to do that.

"So, let me get this straight, you don't want to talk or know anything about me, you just want sex?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Someone's slow… I thought I already made that clear. So, what are you waiting for, a red carpet?"

He frowned before stepping in front of her; she was almost a head shorter than he was. Such a delicate little thing… He cupped her face and was about to kiss her, but she turned her face away.

"I don't kiss," she stated.

"Well, I like a lady with standards," he replied grinning and pushed her against the garbage can. She took her dress off, revealing her white lace bra and panties. He looked at her from head to toes, she was absolutely delicious.

"Come here," he growled and grabbed her arms. She looked at him calmly when he removed her bra and lifted her on the garbage can. Dirty and kinky, just how he liked it. She tilted her head back when he caught her nipple between his tongue and teeth, while his fingers played with her other nipple that was already stiffen. Where had this girl come from? He let his hand to wander all over her body while his mouth continued to devour her breasts. Her body was responding his touch, like she would have been never touched before and he could easily smell her arousal, but she didn't make a sound, she only bit her bottom lip. He looked up and frowned, he wanted to hear her moan. Her gaze met his, she didn't seem happy at all.

"What are you waiting for?" she snapped.

His eyes narrowed.

"You want a quickie? Fine by me."

He grabbed her panties and slid them roughly down her legs before he unbuckled his belt and lifted her down, wrapping her legs around his waist. She cried out when he slammed into her fast and hard. In that moment he felt the thin barrier he had just torn and instinctively stopped moving.

"You're a virgin?" he asked disbelievingly.

She opened her eyes, giving him an annoyed look.

"No kidding, Sherlock. Now shut up and finish the job."

For a moment he was actually stunned, but he got over it quickly and continued moving in and out of her. God, her body felt amazing. He quickened his pace, claiming her body completely. He groaned in pleasure while she bit her bottom lip again, refusing to make a sound.

"I want to hear you moan," he groaned.

"No," she muttered, biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding. That awakened another kind of hunger in him. Perhaps he wouldn't kill her, not before claiming her again few more times. His Sunday school girl… There was something on her hand, but he certainly didn't notice that, he was about to reach his climax and bit her neck at the same time. She would satisfy all his needs… The sudden pain in his chest cut his thoughts off and made him to let out an angry growl. The Sunday school girl had just stabbed him.

"Oh dear," she said looking at him callously. "I hope I didn't spoil the moment." She had hit his heart and even though she seemed to be using a normal knife; that paralyzed him for a moment. She pulled the knife out and sank it higher. "Oh no, I believe that was your lung."

He stared at her furiously and she gave him a smile before cutting his throat. Her eyes…Oh great, she seemed to be some kind of psychopath; he should know that better than anyone. Damn bitch… He fell on the ground; it would take a moment before he would recover. She sighed and picked her dress up.

"Hmm, so that was sex. It wasn't too bad, but I don't get what everyone is fussing about. No big deal, just like taking a life."

She looked at her bloody knife and turned her eyes on him.

"I just don't get it, what kind of person simply agrees to fuck a complete stranger who threats him like crap? But I suppose it's not entirely your fault, your gender tends to let the wrong body part to do the thinking. Oh well…"

She picked up his jacket and took his wallet and car keys. He was still unable to move, the damn woman had managed to catch him off guard.

"Bye bye, lover," she said sending him a flying kiss. "Raindrops keep fallin' on my head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red. Cryin's not for me. 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'. Because I'm free. Nothin's worryin' me…"

The damn woman was actually singing while walking away. If he could only stand up… He pressed his throat with both hands, trying to make the bleeding stop. The most annoying part was that he was turned on as hell. But that bitch would certainly pay…

"Dear God!" a man's voice said. "Hold on, buddy, I'll get help!"

"Come…closer…" Kol managed to say hoarsely.

The man kneeled next to him and that was all what he needed. After his wounds were healed, he dropped the man's body on the ground, jumped to his feet and zoomed towards his car. It was gone, his brand new car. Damn psycho woman…