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Pairing(s): Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Salvatore!reader, Platonic!Salvatores x Sister!reader
Summary: The real reason you return to Mystic Falls is revealed to your brothers.
Warnings: Emotional Neglect? (on the Salvatore brothers side), Betrayal (duh), Blood, ANGST, Violence, Klaus getting dagger happy, Klaus being incredibly cruel and deranged (normal Klaus behavior), Reader is traumatized (because of Klaus), Reader isn’t really a good person, A lot of neck snapping, Katherine Pierce, Inaccurate historical depictions, Switches between past and present, Some timeline errors and changes, Uses of Y/N, Kol not showing up til like 2k words in, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (what a shock.)
Notes: THIS WAS ORIGINALLY TITLED ‘THE ART OF BETRAYAL’ BEFORE I DECIDED ‘THE DARKNESS’ FIT BETTER!
Reader is ten, turning eleven when she meets Katherine. She isn’t turned into a vampire until she’s 19.
Pizzelles are an Italian cookie. (Yes, this is random. Yes, this is kind of important.)
Canonically Kol was daggered in 1821 because of his lovely iteration of Hamlet, he wasn’t undaggered until 1901. In this, we’ll say he was still daggered in 1821 but was undaggered some time before 1870. Again with the dagger stuff, Rebekah is canonically daggered until 1887 after all the Marcel thing, in this she was undaggered some time before 1870.
And finally, a big thank you to @wholoveseggs for all her support and encouragement while I’ve been writing this because without her, I probably wouldn’t have finished this!
Word Count: 16.3k (goodness gracious)
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been one hundred and forty-six years since you had seen your brothers. Actually, it had been one hundred and forty-six years since they had seen you. You kept tabs on them over the years, always so close but not close enough for them to find you. As far as your brothers were concerned, you were dead and technically you were.
In truth, you didn’t want to see them but you had to. You had to for him.
So here you were, driving past the Mystic Falls welcome sign. Your jaw clenches at the sight of it, you hadn’t been here since 1864. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to turn around, that you didn’t want to be back here, that it was going to hurt you. You shoved the feeling away and continued driving until you reached your destination.
The old Salvatore Boarding House, your old home.
You take a deep breath before walking up to the door. It’s wide open and you can hear Stefan and Damon arguing inside. Your best guess is Stefan tried to walk away from Damon by slamming the door on him and all it did was make Damon angrier and he flung it open.
You followed the yelling to the living room, they were so caught up in their argument that they hadn’t noticed you leaning on the door frame.
“I see you two still fight like cats and dogs… I’m sure this is about some silly girl,” you finally speak up, announcing your presence.
They both immediately stop and look at you.
“Who the hell are you?” Damon asks instantaneously and you couldn’t blame him, the last time he saw you, you were just a kid.
You pout, placing a hand over your heart, “that hurts Damon.”
Letting out a dramatic sigh you place your hands on your hips, “I guess that’s fair though… I mean, it has been a really long time, one hundred and forty-six years in fact and I was just a little kid then.”
“I was about this tall…” you gesture with your hand then gasp, bringing your hand to your mouth, “And the last time we spoke was in this house, in this room!”
Stefan’s eyes widened a bit, his face becoming one of shock and realization, “Y/N?” he whispers.
You smirk and Damon scoffs, “That's not possible, our sister is dead.”
“Well, you’re not wrong about that, though, I believe the proper term is undead—“
You’re cut off by Damon rushing at you, slamming you into the wall, and holding you up by your throat.
“Damon.” Stefan warns.
“This isn’t Y/N, Stefan! It can’t be! This is some sick imposter! I don’t know how they found out… but Y/N… she’s been dead for over a hundred years!”
You knee him in the stomach, causing him to double over and drop you, “Undead.”
Damon grunts, stumbling back but he quickly recovers, “Okay, let’s say you are our sister… Why now, huh?! Why find us now, after a hundred some years?!” he shouts.
You scoff, standing up straight, “Because I saw you both die! I saw father shoot you both dead! You remember that night right? The night you both tried to save Katherine? The night you were turned?”
You paused for a moment, directing your next words to Damon, “The night you told me I wasn’t your sister anymore.”
You knew being back here would be hard, you knew it would hurt. What you didn’t expect was for Damon to seemingly forget everything that happened in 1864. He looked away from you causing you to scoff.
“That woman ruined our family the moment she stepped foot in Mystic Falls.”
1864
Mystic Falls
You stood next to Stefan, rocking back and forth on your heels as you watched the carriage approach.
Your father had told you that a woman was coming to stay with you all, a woman named Katherine Pierce. You were excited for her arrival, you loved Stefan, Damon, and occasionally your father but you were ecstatic to have another girl around.
The carriage opened and two women got out, you followed Stefan down the stairs, standing right next to him.
“You must be Miss Pierce,” your brother says with his hands still behind his back.
Miss Pierce smirks, “Please,” she reaches her hand out for him to take, which he does, “Call me Katherine.”
They stare at each other for a moment, seemingly having a silent conversation before you interrupt, “Hello!”
Katherine seems taken aback by the sudden voice but puts on a smile, “And who might you be?”
“Y/N!”
Stefan chuckles and places his hand onto your shoulder, “This is my little sister, father jokes that she’s my shadow,” your brother teases, “She’d be following Damon around as well but he’s off at war.”
You frown at the mention of your other brother, not noticing the way Katherine’s gaze hardens.
Katherine would grow close with Stefan over the next weeks and unfortunately for you, she made it abundantly clear that she didn’t like you. You couldn’t figure out why but Stefan continually reassured you that Katherine had no problems with you so you tried to let it go.
Then after some time, Damon returned home and you were overjoyed. You had always been close with your brothers, they were practically your only friends. You had been lonely since Katherine had arrived due to Stefan’s infatuation, you hoped now that Damon was back you wouldn’t be so lonely.
“Damon!” you cheered upon seeing him, “Day! You’re back!”
He chuckles, “That I am!”
You rush to hug him which he quickly reciprocates, patting your head. But his gaze focused elsewhere.
“Who is she?” he points.
You turn to see who he’s looking at and sigh, “That is Miss Katherine Pierce, she’s been staying with us for some time now.”
You beckon Damon to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think Stefan may be in love with her.”
Your eldest brother raises a brow and stands up straight, “Hm? Well… I suppose I should introduce myself to our guest…”
Just like that, Damon was infatuated as well. It was as if Katherine was a siren and both your brothers had been tricked by her song.
You watched Katherine as she led on both your brothers, knowing that at least one of them would be getting a broken heart. Though, you had a feeling they’d both end up heartbroken.
The one event that really broke you was when both your brothers were nowhere to be seen on your birthday, and when you did find them it was like they had no idea what the day was.
You hated Katherine, but you weren’t scared of her. Until you saw her true face.
You knew what she was, a vampire. Your father had told you stories about vampires, they’re evil monsters. He told you if you ever even heard whispers of a vampire that you had to tell him and he’d take care of it.
So you told him and he came up with a plan that you would enact within the week.
“What is that delicious smell?” Damon asks as he walks into the kitchen.
You let out a little laugh, “I baked cookies! Would you like one?”
“I’d love one,” Damon takes one of the cookies from the tray, patting your head as he did.
The first step of the plan was complete, now all you had to do was sit back and wait.
It wouldn’t take long for Katherine to come back to the boarding house with Stefan, he goes and sits on the couch while Katherine begins to go upstairs. She turns to give Damon a look and he immediately rushes to follow her up the stairs.
Moments later there’s a scream, followed by shouting from your father, Damon, and some men you don’t know. Stefan is off the couch quickly and at the steps immediately.
Multiple men are dragging Katherine down the stairs while Damon yells at your father. Stefan stands in shock as you reach his side. Katherine is taken out of the house by the men and put into a guarded carriage. Your father holds Damon to the wall as the carriage leaves your home, finally, his eyes land on you and he lets go of Damon, rushing to you, he places a kiss on your head.
“You were right, my dear. You did good.”
With that, he rushes out the door to the carriage, leaving you alone with your brothers.
Stefan’s voice is quiet, “You know what she is…”
“And you told father!” Damon shouts.
“She’s a monster Damon!” you yell.
He scoffs, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re ten! A child!”
Your frown, “My birthday was a month ago Damon… I’m eleven… or have you forgotten?”
“It doesn’t matter! How you could be so cruel… I don't understand… I don’t recognize you… you’re no sister of mine. Not anymore.”
“Damon!” Stefan yells.
Damon shakes his head, shoving past you to the door, “Let’s go Stefan! If we’re quick we can save her!”
And just like that, they rush out of the house without sparring you a second glance. They didn’t know it at the time, but moments later you would run out of the house after them.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
“I never went back home… it wouldn’t be home if you were both dead... So I ran and ran and didn’t look back… I travelled all over… never staying in one place for too long.”
Stefan steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug and you allow him too. It had been a century since you had hugged anyone, you almost forgot how to. He pulls away to get a better look at your face, how you’ve grown since he last saw you.
“How old are you? Physically?”
“It’s rude to ask a woman’s age, Stef…” you giggle before giving an actual answer, “Nineteen, I was turned in 1872… which I guess makes me your big sister.”
He chuckles, “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Damon crosses his arms, “How’d you turn?”
“Willingly, if that’s what you’re asking… my boyfriend at the time turned me, we wanted to spend forever together.”
“Ironic, sounds a lot like my story with Katherine.”
You furrow your brows, “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying, you’re a hypocrite.”
You scoff and Damon takes that as his signal to continue, “Where is this boyfriend of yours now?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“Dead.” you lie.
“I’m sorry Y/N,” Stefan smiles softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.
Suddenly, the floorboards creak causing all of you to look at the sound. There she stood, Elena Gilbert.
“Oh… I’m sorry I didn’t realize you had company…” She clears her throat, “Uh… Stefan, you called me?”
Thinking quickly, you speed away from Stefan and slam the girl into the wall. You weren’t dumb, you knew who she was and you knew she wasn’t Katherine but your brothers didn’t know that you knew. Everything would be fine as long as you didn’t kill her, he wouldn’t mind if she was roughed up a bit.
“You keep the bitch around?! After everything?!”
Stefan and Damon sped to your side, Damon ripping you away from her.
You scoff, “You still protect her!”
“This isn’t Katherine,” Stefan says before pulling Elena to him, the girl holding her throat.
“Looks exactly like her!”
Damon rolls his eyes, pulling you farther away, “We know. We have eyes. It’s weird, some weird, freaky nature thing but she’s not Katherine. Smell her, she’s human.”
You turn your attention to Stefan and Elena who are both looking at you, waiting for your next move. Stefan is ready to jump in front of Elena to save her, you almost roll your eyes but resist, this would be like 1864 all over again.
You walk over to them, slowly, tilting your head at Elena.
“I’m Elena…Elena Gilbert.”
You give her a half smile, “Y/N. Sorry.”
You hold out your hand for her to take, which she does after looking at Stefan to make sure you were safe.
“This happens a lot, you’d be surprised…”
“No, I wouldn’t be. Katherine’s a bitch. A lot of people want her dead,” you pause, “Consider getting a tattoo on your forehead,” you brush your pointer finger and thumb across your forehead, “‘Not Katherine’.”
Elena giggles, “In size forty font.”
You crack a smile, she seemed sweet, you almost felt bad about what was going to happen, almost.
“You’re a friend of Stefan and Damon’s?”
“I’m their sister,” you smirk, chuckling at the shocked expression on her face.
“Our sister who we thought was dead up until about five minutes ago,” Damon adds, still suspicious of you.
“I didn’t know you were alive either until I heard rumors from some vampires that fled from here…” another lie.
Stefan and Damon share a look and you look between them, “What?” You ask.
“The tomb vampires.”
Stefan pats your back, “C’mon, we got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Well, this is lovely but are we going to discuss what we’re here for?” A new voice cuts in, she looks familiar but you can’t quite place her.
Elena on the other hand looks terrified, “You…”
“Like he said, a lot of catching up to do,” the woman smiles.
You all sat down in the living room while the woman who you learned to be Rose began to pace back and forth while speaking, “Okay, you have to understand, I only know what I’ve picked up over the years- and I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. That’s the problem with all this vampire crap but Klaus I know is real.”
You keep your expression neutral, you had been told the story of Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce as you knew her and how she escaped her death by Klaus and Elijah both. That’s why this woman was familiar, she had played a role in the escape.
“Who is he?” Elena asks.
Damon speaks up, “He’s one of the originals. He’s a legend,” he widens his eyes for dramatic flair.
”From the first generation of vampires,” Stefan gestures with his glass.
“Like Elijah?”
Rose sighs, dropping her shoulders, “No, Elijah is the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He’s a foot soldier, Klaus is the real deal.”
You look down to hide the smile on your face, Elijah? The Easter Bunny? Now that was a funny joke.
“Klaus is known to be the oldest…” Stefan adds and that almost makes you giggle.
“So…” Elena begins, “You're saying the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?”
Well, not the oldest.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Damon sighs, standing up, “No, what they’re saying is, I mean, if what she’s saying is true—“
“Which it is,” Rose cuts in.
“—And you’re not just saying this so we don’t kill you…”
“Which I’m not.”
Damon sighs, “Then… we’re looking at a solid maybe?”
“Look,” Stefan says, going to sit next to Elena, “Elijah’s dead so no one else even knows you exist.”
This makes you look up, unless these idiots found a white oak stake, Elijah was not dead, he was simply resting and he’d be pissed when he got back. You only hoped that he’d stay clear of you, you still held a soft spot for the man and you didn’t want to rat him out, but you would if you had to.
“Not that you know of,” Rose adds.
“That’s not helping…” Damon mutters.
“I’ve never even met anyone who has laid eyes on him, we’re talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction!” Stefan argues, “For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bedtime story…” he looks at Elena, trying to reassure her that she’s safe.
Rose scoffs, “He’s real and he doesn’t give up. If he wants something, he gets it.” Well ain’t that the truth.
“If you’re not afraid of Klaus then you’re an idiot.” Rose adds. Also true.
“Well, what about you little sister?” Damon asks, gesturing to you, “You ever heard of Klaus?”
“No.” Yes. “I doubt he’s even real.” He’s very real.
“You mentioned you traveled a lot,” Stefan looks at you, “You’ve never heard of the original vampires?”
“Never.”
1870
New Orleans
You had showered off all of the blood, trying to rid yourself of the horrible memory. Why was it that vampires seemed to be everywhere you went? And now you were staying in a house with not one, but four vampires.
Sighing, you get out of the shower and change into the outfit Elijah had provided for you, it was a simple night gown, reaching past your knees. You find your way to the guest room that Elijah had shown you and curl into the bed, unable to sleep. You stay in that position all night, not getting even a wink of rest.
When morning comes, you make your way downstairs to the living room, “Elijah?” you call out softly, knowing that he’d be able to hear even the faintest of whispers.
There’s a whoosh behind you causing you to spin around on your heel, expecting to see Elijah but you don’t. A man stands by the couch, smirking.
”I see my brother has taken to copying me. Bringing home his very own charity case,” the man announces as he drops down on the couch to sit, urging you to sit down as well, you do in fear of upsetting him.
You fidget with your hands out of nervousness and he cracks a smile.
“No need to be scared, love. I’m Klaus…” he holds a hand out for you to take and you do, rather reluctantly.
When you don’t say anything, he continues, “Did my brother say something about me?”
You shake your head, “No, not you.”
“Oh? Not me? Did he say anything about my other siblings, do tell me. I’m just dying to know.”
You look around the room before turning back to him, “He said I should be careful around Kol…”
“Ah, my little brother, yes, he can be quite reckless… and rather… insatiable…”
“Are you talking badly about me to our new guest?” a voice that you assume belongs to Kol fills the room.
Klaus clicks his tongue, holding back a laugh, “No, no, little brother. Simply warning the girl of your tendencies…”
Kol scoffs, before leaning over the back of the couch, his chin practically touching your shoulder as he whispers to you, “Don’t listen to him, darling… or Elijah for that matter.”
You jump a bit and tilt your head away from him, inadvertently giving the vampire easy access to your neck. He chuckles and surprisingly, leans away.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Kol! Elijah already said you’re to leave her alone!” a blonde girl comes bouncing into the room, pulling Kol further away from you.
In a flash she’s in front of you, holding her hand out for you to take, “I’m Rebekah! It’ll be nice to have another girl around!”
She then looks you up and down, taking in your current outfit, “Now this just won’t do, come now,” she reaches her other hand out for you and when you take it she pulls you off of the couch.
She quickly begins to pull you towards the stairs just as Elijah comes back into the room, he sighs upon seeing you and his sister.
“Do not overwhelm the poor girl, Rebekah.”
“Relax Elijah, I’m only going to get her a change of clothes… and we must do something with this hair!” she twirls a piece of your hair.
And with that, Rebekah practically drags you up to her room.
“Sit.” she guides you to a vanity chair, “You’ve got gorgeous features but this hair… this dress… they are not doing you any favors…”
Your face flushes, “Oh, I haven’t had much money for clothing let alone food… It's been hard to find work and I never really learned how to do my own hair… my brother used to do it for me and he’d allow me to braid his… I just can’t seem to do so when it’s my own head.”
Rebekah smiles softly, “You needn’t worry, I have plenty of options for you!” she rushes to her closet, opening it to reveal a plethora of different dresses.
She holds up a gown with a bit of lace detailing that goes up to the neck, “This will do nicely. Much better than this night gown…” she says as she brushes the sleeve of the dress you currently wore.
She hands you the gown, “Go now,” she points to the bathrooom, “get dressed and I’ll do your hair!”
You do as she says and come back, having her help you tie the back.
“Now, let’s fix this hair.” she pushes you back down into the chair, “Would you like a braid?”
You nod, “That would be lovely…”
Rebekah hums, “You said your brother used to do your hair… Where is he now?”
Your eyes widen a bit before you look down, “Oh, uhm, he’s dead… That’s why I ran from home…”
“You’re a runaway?”
You crack a smile, trying to be as confident as possible, “Was my ratty appearance and lack of cash not enough to give that away?”
Rebekah chuckles, “I suppose… were you always poor?” she asks, nonchalantly.
“Oh Heavens no. My family was very wealthy… the wealthiest family in our town. My father was a landowner.”
“You didn’t think to take any money before running?” She raises a brow.
“I was only eleven at the time and had just witnessed… something awful…” you take a deep breath, you hadn’t ever spoken about this out loud, “I needed to get away.”
Rebekah frowns, dropping your hair, “Elijah said you’re seventeen, you’ve been on your own for six years?”
You nod and Rebekah’s frown deepens, “That’s a long time to be alone… that must have been awful.”
“I’ve managed,” you shrug, “I went back once, a week after I had left when I got second thoughts… I found out that my father had also passed. I came across a newspaper, they believed that someone had killed my father and taken me…”
“He was killed?”
You hum, and Rebekah picks up your hair again.
“Did they ever catch his killer?”
“No… but I have a suspicion it was a vampire.”
“Why would you think that?” she asks as she finishes your braid.
“His head was nearly ripped off.”
A few days later, Klaus found you. Elijah was dealing with other matters so he wasn’t there to monitor his brother's behavior.
You were alone when he found you, in the kitchen. Baking was something that you enjoyed doing at your old home and after running away you hadn’t been able to. Elijah welcomed you to use the kitchen and bake whatever you’d like, saying he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable during your stay.
“Not too broken up about your father being murdered?”
The sudden voice causes you to jump, spilling the cup of sugar you were holding.
“You startled me,” you sigh, beginning to clean up the sugar.
“You’re easy to frighten,” in a second, Klaus is directly next to you, making you yelp, he smirks, “Now answer the question.”
“What?”
“Your father…” he practically circles you, “You think a vampire killed him? You didn’t seem too sad about it.”
“I… it was six years ago… wait, you were listening when I was talking to Rebekah?”
Klaus hums, “Six years is not that long,” he ignores your question, besides, you already knew the answer. “Well, to a vampire at least. I suppose I could buy that if your heart wasn’t racing.”
You let out a breath, “Klaus—“
“Yes yes, I know Elijah has told you to stay clear of me even if you deny it…”
“That’s not—“
“You didn’t like your father!” he exclaims, making your eyes widen, “I’ve figured it out, huh? What was so awful about the man? Do tell.”
You scowl, you knew you shouldn’t mouth off to the vampires but Klaus was testing your patience, “Not that it’s any of your business but, he… he killed my brothers.”
“Brothers? Plural? Interesting, you only mentioned one to Rebekah. You’re lying to us now?”
“I- No! I only mentioned the one that did my hair! I didn’t lie!”
“Withholding the truth then,” he smirks.
You sigh, “Elijah knows everything already, I’ve told him everything. I haven’t lied, both my brothers fell for a vampire- my father got involved…” tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, “…he ended up killing them both… I assume the vampire- that she got away, that she killed my father… that’s why I’ve been alone.” tears begin to stain your cheeks.
You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes when the door opens. Klaus has a sheepish expression when Elijah enters the room.
“Niklaus,” he practically hisses, “What did you do?”
“Nothing! I simply asked the girl a few questions!”
Elijah narrows his eyes, “I’m sure.”
You went upstairs and stayed there for the rest of the day, trying to avoid everyone. You were deep in thought when Kol’s voice startled you.
“My brother made you cry? He does tend to have that effect on women.”
Kol chuckles, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe of the room Elijah has you staying in. Your eyes widen and you turn your back to him, probably not your best move considering he’s a vampire but Elijah had told you to stay away. It was bad enough that you had spoken to him earlier but at least then his siblings were around, now you truly were alone.
“Like I said darling, you needn't be scared.”
“Elijah told me not to speak with you, he wouldn’t have told me that for no reason.”
Kol scoffs, “He’s always so dramatic.”
You don’t respond and Kol sighs, “I’ll go if you want, I simply wanted to make sure Nik didn’t upset you too badly… you’re too pretty to be upset over him.”
You blush, he sounds genuine but you couldn’t trust it. You also didn’t want to upset Elijah, he was the one who was giving you a home after all. He could easily kick you out and back onto the street to fend for yourself.
“I’d just like to be left alone… please.”
You hummed mindlessly in the kitchen, swaying while you baked. It had been three months since the Mikaelsons had allowed you into their home, Elijah promised he would find you your own home soon enough but he had been so busy with other duties.
You didn’t mind, you had grown used to living in their home. Ironically, living in the house of deadly original vampires had been the safest you had ever felt. The Mikaelsons had completely changed your opinion of vampires in just a few, short months. Rebekah had become a close friend of yours, Klaus had stopped his frequent questioning and began to see you as a friend (he never apologized but you knew he felt bad when he gifted you a necklace), and Kol… well… Kol was complicated.
After he had checked on you that day, you became curious about him. Elijah’s warnings only did so much to curb your curiosity. At first you had listened, avoided Kol at all costs but there was just something about him that kept pulling you in.
You would often find your mind wandering back to him. His face, his hair, his eyes, his cheshire-like grin…
Kol was determined to get you to break your walls down, he would find you all the time, whether you were painting like Nik had taught you, braiding your hair like Rebekah, or even just laying in your bed. He would find you and you’d just chat.
You brought up Kol to Elijah once, you wanted to know what was so horrible about him because when he was with you, he was sweet. Elijah wouldn’t give you a clear answer, just reminded you that he was dangerous. You wouldn’t mention how much time you had begun to spend with Kol to Elijah, in fear of making him upset.
But he found out, just like you knew he would.
“Miss Y/N, may I speak with you?” Elijah asks as he enters the kitchen.
You turn to look at him, just having finished the dough for the cookies you were making, “Of course, Elijah.”
“I notice you have become quite close with Kol as of late.”
You gulp, looking down, feeling guilty, Elijah had asked one thing of you and you weren’t even able to do that.
“I’m sorry, I know I—“
Elijah holds up his hand to silence you, “Please.”
You let out a shaky breath and Elijah lowers his hand, “I’ve never seen my little brother care for someone like he cares for you… especially after such a short amount of time. You… you’re good for him. He’s changed… so no more of this sneaking around like children,” he waves his hand to gesture around.
Your face flushes, “Oh we’re not… we’re just… we’re not together…”
Elijah smirks, giving you a knowing look, “I never said anything about a relationship.”
1871
New Orleans
“What are you reading?” Kol asks as he drops onto the couch, sitting next to you.
“Frankenstein,” you hum, not bothering to look up from the book, turning a page.
Kol nods, “I’ve heard of that one…”
You two sit in silence for a moment before Kol sighs dramatically. You close your eyes, composing yourself when Kol sighs again. You mark your page and close the book, finally turning to look at him.
“What Kol?”
He shrugs, “I’m bored.”
“Bored?”
“Very.”
You sigh, “Can I at least finish my chapter before we go off to cause whatever chaos you have planned?”
Kol rolls his eyes, “Fine,” he draws out the word.
Just as you’re about to pick up the book again, Kol drops his head into your lap, laying across the couch.
You tense up immediately, “Kol. What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to finish your chapter, darling,” he mumbles, “Your thighs are very comfortable.”
You sigh, forcing yourself to relax, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his touch or him being this close, it was that it made you nervous. You were falling for Kol, you knew you were and every touch, no matter how small, made you nervous. Touching was common with Kol, you had a feeling it was how he showed affection.
It didn’t take long for you to finish your chapter, “Kol,” you say quietly but get no response.
Your brows furrow and you look closer at him in your lap, he was breathing evenly, his eyes closed. He was asleep. He looked peaceful, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked innocent and angelic.
You weighed your options, you could wake him up and put distance between the two of you… or you could let him sleep, curled in your lap, while you read another chapter.
You decided on the second option and it definitely had nothing to do with the fact you wanted to keep him so close.
It was calm, everything about the moment was so domestic. You wished you could stay here forever, reading a novel while an original vampire laid asleep on you as you brushed your fingers through his hair.
Unfortunately, no nice thing could last.
The door to the compound flung open, angry footsteps filling the silence.
“Niklaus, wait a moment. Let us think about this.”
“There is nothing to think about!”
Kol tenses in your lap at the loud voices, stirring in his sleep. He sits up, forcing the sleep from his eyes.
Klaus enters the living room, glaring daggers at you. You don’t seem to pick up on his angry gaze, “Did you get it?” you ask excitedly.
You had mentioned a few weeks ago that your mother had a cookbook that contained all of your family's recipes. After she died, the book remained in the study of the boarding house. You were sad, you wanted the book back because you couldn’t remember any of the recipes and Elijah had offered to go get it for you.
You told him not to be ridiculous and that he’d have to travel the whole way to Mystic Falls to get it, he seemed to tense a bit at the name but insisted nonetheless. So you told him about the boarding house and where he would find it, Klaus insisted on accompanying him.
“Yes.” Klaus answers coldly, dropping the book onto the coffee table.
You squeal and lean forward grabbing the book, “Thankyou!” you begin to flip through it, “You have no idea how much this means to me…” you look up, trailing off when you finally notice the look on Klaus’ face.
“We found something else too,” his tone is detached as he tosses a picture onto the coffee table.
You recognized the photo instantly, it had been taken shortly after Katherine arrived in Mystic Falls. It was of you, Stefan, and Katherine. The three of you had smiles on your faces, though, it was obvious Katherine’s was fake.
“Her,” he points to Katherine.
“What?”
“Don't play dumb with me,” Klaus practically growls, “This is the vampire you mentioned?”
You gulp, nodding, “I- yes, that’s Katherine…”
“Katherine?” Elijah muses, “Is that the name she’s using now?”
You didn’t miss the subtle way that Kol slid forward on the couch, or the way he placed his hand on your thigh, attempting to hide you behind his arm, to shield you from Klaus’ fury.
“Where is she?” Klaus keeps his gaze locked onto you.
“I don’t know… I haven’t seen her since I ran from home…”
Kol squeezes your thigh to try and calm you down, to reassure you that he wouldn’t let Klaus hurt you even if he tried. You were grateful for him and Elijah, Klaus was impulsive at times, especially if he thought he was being betrayed.
After a considerable amount of time, Klaus had calmed down. He and Elijah explained the story of Katerina to you, how she had escaped her death, and how Klaus wanted her to be scared before he killed her. How he wanted her to suffer.
Just like last time, Klaus didn’t apologize, the day after you found three books on your nightstand, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and Les Miserables.
A few weeks had passed since the Mikaelsons found out about your history with Katherine. And you all went on with life like nothing had happened, Klaus would occasionally ask about Katherine and you would always answer his questions. Katherine was why your brothers were dead. Katherine was the reason you hated vampires. And the Mikaelsons were the reason you didn’t anymore.
“My mother used to make these when I was little… this is actually her recipe- well, my great grandmother's recipe,” you tell Kol as he watches you close the pizzelle iron.
He hums, reaching for one that’s cooling, “In all my life, I’ve never had one of these…”
Your eyes light up, “Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask you this! I know you eat my baked goods… but does human food actually taste good to you?”
Kol tilts his head, “I’ve told you numerous times, darling, you’re an excellent baker…”
“But that’s not what I asked, I wish to know if you enjoy them…”
“Your treats are delectable… as are you,” Kol flirts, leaning closer.
Your face heats up at his comment, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Kol Mikaelson.”
“No?” he raises a brow, his face just inches from yours.
“Well, maybe somewhere…” you whisper, your gaze flickers to his lips.
He smirks, “And where would that be?”
“You tell me…”
The tension between the two of you was thick, it had been for a few months now but nothing had come of it. The two of you danced around each other and your obvious feelings, Rebekah would tease you about it, often remarking on how you could do better than her brother.
Just as his lips were about to brush against yours he pulled back, “Darling…”
“Yes, Kol?”
“The iron.”
Your eyes widen and you quickly turn back to the pizzelle iron, standing up from your chair, opening it quickly, coughing a bit as the smoke hits you directly in the face. You use the tongs to toss the burnt cookies onto the cooling rack as Kol doubles over in laughter.
You glare at him, before letting out a small laugh, “You distracted me! This is your fault!”
He smirks, standing up to his full height, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, “I’m a distraction?”
“Yes… you are.”
He presses a kiss to your temple and hums, “Too bad you’re stuck with me…”
You pull away a bit to look up at him, “You think?”
Kol stares at you, debating internally about what to say, “I think… no, I know,” he takes a deep breath, “…that I have completely fallen in love with you, Y/N Salvatore…”
A smile appears on your face, “Well I know that I am utterly in love with you as well, Kol Mikaelson…”
He smiles before capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The arm around your waist tightens, he pulls you impossibly close and you loop your arms around his neck.
A low whistle followed by clapping causes the two of you to break apart, Kol didn’t let you get too far though, still keeping his hand on your waist.
“Took you long enough,” Klaus smirks.
You cover your face with your face with your hands, completely embarrassed but Kol just seems annoyed by the interruption.
“Is there something you need Nik?” Kol asks, rolling his eyes.
“I was just wondering what that burning smell was, wouldn’t want our lovely home to burn down. But I see now our little baker was just… preoccupied…”
“Rebekah!” Klaus shouts, causing your eyes to widen.
“Nik no!” you retort, peaking through your fingers, but you knew it was too late.
“What the bloody hell do you want now?” Rebekah asks as she walks into the room.
Klaus smirks and then gestures towards you and Kol by tilting his head. Rebekah immediately notices the hand around your waist and gasps.
“Finally! I thought you two would be dancing around each other forever!” she squeals.
“What is all this shouting about?” Elijah asks, entering the room while adjusting his cufflinks.
Kol pinches the bridge of his nose before leaning over to whisper to you, fully aware his siblings could still hear him, “It’s like they all come out of the woodwork at the most inopportune times…”
Elijah spots the cooling racks of pizzelles and makes his way over, immediately picking up one of the burnt cookies. He holds it up and raises a brow at you, waiting for an answer.
Klaus begins to cackle, speeding over to Elijah to take the charred cookie from him, “Brother, Y/N got distracted…” he points at Kol, “the distraction.”
Elijah lets out a little chuckle, clearly amused, “Yes, well, try not to get distracted in the kitchen… we eat in here.”
1872
New Orleans
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Kol holds your face in his hands.
“More than anything… I want to be with you.”
Kol chuckles, “My darling, you’re already with me, you already have me.”
He takes your hands and places them over his heart, “This dead heart belongs to you.”
You giggle a bit at his words and he smiles before frowning, “I just… I don’t want you to think you have to do this for me…”
You smile softly, “I know, but this is what I want, I promise…”
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve already had my witches make you a ring… a gorgeous ring for a gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl…”
You giggle again and pull him in for a kiss which he quickly reciprocates. After a moment he forces himself to pull away. He scoots til his back is against the headboard then pulls you so you’re sitting with your back against his chest.
Kol brings his wrist to his mouth, fangs protruding and bites into his own flesh before holding his wrist near your mouth for you to take. Both your hands grab onto him, pulling his wrist as close to your mouth as physically possible and begin to drink from him.
He groans at the sensation and brushes some of the hair from your face, “Atta girl… that’s it… just a little more… good…”
When Kol decides you’ve had enough he pulls away, chuckling at the way you try to follow his now healing wrist, “My, my, already so bloodthirsty…”
You look up at him and pout, some of his blood dripping from your lips. He could get used to sight of you and blood, his two favorite things, together. He gives you another kiss, tasting his own blood from your mouth.
Pulling back, he sighs, “This is the part I don’t like.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek, “You’re the only one I’d trust to do this… it’s okay, my love, it’s what I want.”
Reluctantly, Kol brings his hand up to your neck, “I love you, my darling.”
“I love you… now please, kill me.”
He winces at the sound of your neck breaking, squeezing his eyes shut. He lays in your bed, holding your body, brushing the hair from your face while softly humming until you wake up.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
You stare at your daylight ring, spinning it on your finger.
“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!” Damon snaps his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention.
You jump and look at him and then at Stefan, now noticing that Elena left.
“Are you alright?” Stefan asks, tilting his head.
“I’m fine… just… lost in thought.”
Damon’s gaze stays focused on your ring, “Is that your daylight ring?”
You hum, looking up at him and then at Stefan, before holding your hand up to show off the ring, “I know, it’s not nearly as gaudy as yours.”
Stefan chuckles but Damon narrows his eyes, “It’s not a wedding ring,” he notes.
“No…” you state but it sounds more like a question.
“So the guy can ask you to die and be forced to drink blood for the rest of eternity but he can’t get down on one knee and pop the question?”
“Damon…” Stefan sighs, they had just gotten you back and he was worried that all of Damon’s passive aggressive comments were going to drive you away again.
You scoff, “He didn’t ask me to do anything, it was my choice. I wanted this. We… we didn’t need to be married to be in love… it just wasn’t the right time for a wedding anyways…”
Stefan seems a little shocked, “You asked him to turn you?”
Before you can respond to Stefan, Damon interrupts, “This was your first boyfriend?”
“He was my first everything,” you state matter-of-factly.
Both Stefan and Damon groan in disgust at your words and the implication of them.
You roll your eyes, “Oh grow up.”
Stefan stands up, “And on that note, I’m going to school… make sure Elena’s okay…”
You fake pout, “You don’t wanna hang out with your sister after not seeing her for so long?”
“That’s not—“
You cut him off, “Relax Stef, I’m kidding. Go.”
He gives you a curt nod and heads out of the room, leaving you alone with Rose and Damon. You almost forgot Rose was here, she had been quiet ever since she had finished her speech about Klaus. Damon gives Rose a look and she nods, leaving the room.
“I thought you hated vampires,” Damon states, taking the spot on the couch where Stefan once was.
“I did… until I met him.” Them.
Damon stays quiet for a moment, his eyes soften a bit, “This guy must have been special.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “He was… I really loved him, Damon. I really do still love him…”
Your brother sighs, scooching closer to you on the couch. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him.
“I am happy to have you back, you know… it’s just… you’re not the same kid I left behind, you’ve grown so much, to me you’re still the little girl whose hair I used to braid…”
“It’s okay, Day… I get it… I do,” you smile, using the nickname you used to call him as a child.
He ruffles your hair, “Why don’t we go out, I’ll show you around town… it’s practically the same, just modern.”
“I… uhm…” you sigh, “I’m tired to be honest, I traveled a long way to get here… and I think all the ‘excitement’ just made me even more tired…”
He nods, “Alright, I’m assuming you want your same room, you remember where it is?”
You stand up from the couch, “How could I forget?”
You leave Damon on the couch, making your way to the stairs. You take note of Rose who was standing near the kitchen doorway, she had clearly been listening to your conversation. There was no such thing as privacy with vampires.
Your room was exactly as you had left it, you could tell that no one had even entered the room in years. If you had to guess, you’d say that the last ones to enter were Klaus and Elijah— they had also retrieved your favorite teddy bear on their mission to get the cook book. There was dust floating around and cobwebs everywhere. You let out a sigh just as Damon makes his way up the stairs to you, he must have remembered the state of your room.
“No one’s been in there since…”
“I know,” you cut him off.
“We didn’t want to disturb it…”
You sigh, “Can I just… have another room for now?”
He nods and leads you down the hall to one of the guest rooms that had been maintained over the years, “I can get you extra blankets? Extra pillows?”
You shake your head, walking further into the room and sit on the bed, “This is fine.”
”Alright, well, I’ll let you sleep,” as he’s about to leave, his hand goes to the light switch to turn it off.
In a second, you’re off of the bed. You grab his hand causing him to groan in pain, you were sure you broke fingers but you didn’t care. You couldn’t let him turn off the light.
“Ow!”
You let go after a second, “I… I’m sorry…” you mumble.
“Jesus! If you didn’t want it off you could have said that!” he waves his hand around, wincing as his fingers snap themselves back into place.
You just blink at him, and he sighs, “Just get some rest.”
He reaches for the door this time, you grab it as it’s about to close and he stops, “Yeah?”
“Don’t close the door.”
Damon raises a brow, “You want the light on and the door open?”
You nod, “Please…”
“You can sleep like that?”
“It’s the only way I can sleep.”
Damon goes to open his mouth, but quickly shuts it, deciding that for once in his life he should just be quiet. He nods and leaves it at that, you let out of a sigh when goes, dropping down onto the guest bed.
You want to close your eyes but you can’t. It’s too dark.
Stefan eventually returns and finds Damon sipping on bourbon as usual.
“Our sister is strange,” Damon announces the second Stefan steps foot in the door.
Stefan sighs, “Alright, I’ll bite. What happened?”
Damon sets down his glass, “She’s upstairs, sleeping.”
“Okay?”
“With the door open, the curtains open, and the light on.”
“Damon, just leave it alone.”
The older Salvatore scoffs, “Come on Stefan, that’s weird.”
Stefan shrugs, “I didn’t say it wasn’t. I just said to leave it alone. We just got her back, literally today and if you keep pushing like you always do, you’re going to push her away. Again.”
“Don’t act like this is all on me. We both pushed her away… pushed her right into the arms of some scummy vampire and now she’s stuck like us. Well, at least it sounds like she actually got to make that choice.”
“I thought we were past that,” Stefan lets out a humourless chuckle.
“We’ll never be past that.”
“I was just joking before about you two constantly fighting…” you mumble as you walk down the stairs.
Damon smirks, “Stefan loves to bicker.”
You raise a brow, “So it’s only Stefan then?”
You swiftly make your way across the room to the bourbon and grab a glass, you turn to Damon, “May I?”
“Knock yourself out.”
Humming, you pour yourself a glass, looking at Damon over the rim of the cup, “You and Rose woke me up earlier, safe to say I’m disgusted…” This was a lie, you never fell asleep in the first place.
Damon rolls his eyes, “Now who needs to grow up?”
Stefan sighs and takes that as his que to cut in, “You sleep well? Besides that…”
You take a sip of the alcohol before responding, “Like a baby.”
Another lie, you hadn’t slept ‘like a baby’ since 1914.
1914
New Orleans
“He’ll never let us leave, he’ll never let us be happy.” Kol holds you tightly in his arms, “This is the only way…” he pulls back to hold your face in his hands, “I’ll find the diamond, my witches will do what we need, and then we will leave this place, my love. I want to show you the world, just as you wish but we can’t do that with him looming over us.”
You swallow, “I am tired of watching him hurt you… all of you.”
“And I do not want him to ever hurt you.“
Klaus had been a friend to you over the years but the one thing you disagreed on was how he handled his siblings. It broke your heart to watch any of them be daggered and put away in those wretched boxes for however long he deemed necessary. It drove a rift in between the two of you and you knew Kol was right, with how tightly of a leash Klaus kept on Kol, it was only a matter of time before Klaus saw Kol as a threat and daggered him again.
Besides, it wouldn’t be killing Nik. It would just be giving him a taste of his own medicine for once.
“Okay…”
“Okay?”
You nod and Kol lets out a small chuckle, half smiling at you, he presses his lips to yours.
Pulling back, he looks you up and down, “All you have to do is look pretty, which is an easy task for you considering you always look gorgeous.”
He takes your hand and has you do a twirl, admiring the way your dress moves as you spin, “Absolutely stunning.”
You roll your eyes, giggling as he spins you right into his arms, “Always such a charmer.”
“Only for you…” he presses a kiss to your head, “You head down to the party I’ll be right there.”
You hum, connecting your lips one last time before heading downstairs, blending into the crowd around you. Soon after, Kol would make his way downstairs, he snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and whispering into your ear.
“Rebekah knows but do not fret… she’s going to help us.”
Only she wouldn’t, Rebekah ran straight to Klaus and told him everything.
All of you were currently on the stairs, posed for a family photograph. Kol had his arm wrapped securely around your waist when Klaus raised his glass, taping the side of it with a knife to attract the attention of everyone in the room. He starts by thanking those invited for attending but then makes a special toast to Rebekah.
He looks at you and Kol while speaking, “It is especially gratifying in times when treachery runs deep to know you have someone you can trust…” he turns back to face Rebekah, smiling at her, “A toast, to you, my sister.”
Kol tenses, the two of you share a look and quickly begin to make your way up the stairs. You make it to the top of the stairs before Kol does and just as he’s about to join you, Elijah speeds in front of him. Elijah grabs Kol’s arms, successfully detaining him as Klaus slowly walks up the stairs. You’re frozen in place, unsure what to do and Kol looks at you. He knows this will be the last time he sees you for a very long time so he decides to commit your features to memory. He regrets not asking you for a dance earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I do apologize for the disturbance! But, what’s a Mikaelson party without a little squabble…?” He reveals a silver dagger.
“Y/N run!” Kol shouts and you listen.
You rush away making Klaus sigh, looking at Rebekah over his shoulder, “Catch her,” he commands.
Kol looks at his sister, a pleading look in his eyes as he struggles in Elijah’s hold— watching her run after you, knowing that it would be near impossible for you to outrun her.
You hear Kol’s pained scream as Klaus shoves the dagger into his heart, trying to fight your tears as you run. You were outside when Rebekah caught you, slamming you into the wall.
“Bekah please…”
Her eyes scan your face, your fear, your grief, and she loosens her hold, “I have never had a true friend until you, Y/N… please… forgive me for what I am about to do.”
Rebekah takes your face in her hands, staring into your eyes and you begin to panic, knowing what is about to happen.
“You promised you’d never do that! All of you did! That you’d never take my choice away!” you fight against her.
“Look at me,” her voice becomes hypnotic and you find yourself unable to look away from her eyes, “You’re going to forget Kol, you’re going to forget that you were ever in love with him. You’ve never even heard his name. You are going to forget all about Elijah and… me. All you will know regarding the Mikaelson family is that you have to keep running from Klaus. You don’t stop, you don’t stay in one place for long, you keep running.”
Your eyes have completely glazed over, pupils dilated, “I keep running from Klaus…”
Rebekah pulls back from you, staring at you as your eyes go back to normal, “Y/N?”
“I… I’m sorry, do I know you? I… nevermind that I need to get going, I’m sorry again,” you say, walking past her before using your speed to get farther away.
Rebekah lets out a shaky breath, knowing that Klaus will not believe that you were able to outrun her. She brings her own hands to her neck and snaps it, falling to the ground.
Maybe he’d believe that.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
A few days had passed since your arrival in Mystic Falls, while everything had seemingly calmed down a bit, there was still the looming presence of Klaus.
You had been briefly involved with their plan of getting the moonstone from Katherine, you knew it wouldn’t do them any good and it was clear they were grasping at straws to try and save the doppelgängers life. After contacting him, he told you to just continue on as is so you wouldn’t raise suspicion. You had witnessed Elena’s attempt at a self-sacrifice play, which she failed at terribly due to your brother's intervention… and Elijah’s.
Damon was incredibly annoyed when he found out Elijah was still alive. And after a lot of back and forth and changing of plans, you managed to convince Damon to let you accompany him to the bar to confront Jules. You refused to be on babysitting duty with Jeremy.
You made it your mission to avoid Elijah, knowing that if you saw him you’d end up telling Klaus in fear of him interfering with their plan. You already knew that Elena and her group of friends would try to interfere but you could handle them - you had plans. Caroline was meant to be the vampire… but you had plenty of options for a vampire, maybe even your own brothers. Tyler Lockwood was a werewolf, but you needed a backup, which is the whole reason you went to the bar with Damon. You wanted to get an idea about Jules so that it would be easier to get her.
Jules was smart, she wouldn’t drink the wolfsbane and she instantly knew what you and Damon were. That wouldn’t matter, you knew when it came down to it - you’d be able to capture her with ease. You backed down from the argument, not wanting to fight in the middle of the bar but Damon didn’t. He kept pushing just like he always did.
That brought you to where you were now, back at the boarding house with Damon and Rose. The two were clearly having a moment so you decided to take a step back into the living room. Just as you do, a large wolf jumps through the window, slamming you into the ground. You hold its jaw, pushing its mouth away from you in fear of being bit.
“Damon!” you shriek, “A little help would be nice!”
Damon goes to the fireplace mantel, picking up a sword, taking a swing at the wolf. It lets out a pained sound and releases you- now going to attack Damon. Before it’s able to turn your brother into a chew toy, Rose jumps in front of him, taking the brunt of the attack. The werewolf sinks its teeth into her shoulder, infecting her with its deadly bite.
Your brother slashes the wolf once more and it takes off into the night, knowing it wouldn’t survive another hit from the blade. You let out a sigh of relief, turning to look at Damon and Rose.
“How bad is it?” Damon asks Rose, helping her off the ground to examine the bite.
“It hurts…” Rose whimpers.
You frown, already knowing what is going to happen, you knew of the false hope that she would get.
Damon’s eyes widen, “It’s healing!”
Rose tilts her head to look at her shoulder better, “Oh my God… I thought a werewolf bite was fatal!”
‘It is’ you want to say, to warn her of what is going to happen about how she’ll lose her mind. But you stay silent.
“I thought…” tears fill Rose’s eyes and Damon pulls her into his arms.
“You’re going to be okay…” he reassures her, giving you a look.
You press your lips together, nodding, leaving the room to give them their moment once more. Allowing them to live in a fantasy where Rose would be okay.
You made the decision to disappear for a few days, leaving your brothers and Elena to deal with Rose. Both of them left numerous messages on your phone.
“This is what? Call two hundred and twenty four? You’re really not going to answer them?” Klaus muses.
You sigh, shaking your head, “No. I’m not. They just want help with Rose… I don’t… I don’t want to see her like that, losing her mind… I’ve seen that happen too many times before.”
Klaus hums, “Let me guess, you’re going to ask for my blood to heal her?”
“No,” you shake your head, “She needs to die, she knows too much about you and your family, she’s a threat… besides she’s probably dead now.”
“Our family,” Klaus corrects.
You continue, ignoring him, “I just thought she’d die with a stake in her heart not from going insane.”
“Still sensitive.”
You choose to ignore his comment once again, playing the latest voicemail left by Stefan.
“Y/N, I don’t know where you are or why you left… I’m worried though… about you, about Elena… I miss you… can you please come home? Listen, Rose is dead and Damon is doing what he does best— deflecting. He’s got this new girl… Andie Star I think? I- I don’t know what happened that night, maybe you got bit too? I really hope not… Maybe you got scared… you ran… just please at least call me if you’re not going to come home… I need to know you’re okay. I love you.”
“I presume you’re going back now?”
You nod and Klaus smirks, “Excellent… I’ll be making my appearance soon.”
By time you arrived back in Mystic Falls, Elijah had been ‘dealt with’ as Damon put it. That made you anxious, you doubted they had found a white oak stake but the only alternative was a dagger, and that thought made your stomach churn.
Leaving had fractured the trust you built between your brothers, you knew it would but that was fine with you. The less you knew regarding Elijah, the better. You told them the truth, that you knew Rose was going to die - painfully and out of her mind. Damon was angry that you didn’t tell them and Stefan understood.
There was also the little fact that Katherine had been released of her compulsion. You had to admit, you were a tad anxious she’d find a way to Klaus and find out about your deal. If she ratted you out to Stefan and Damon, every part of your perfectly calculated plan would be ruined. Hopefully, Klaus would be enough to distract your brothers from you so they wouldn’t get too suspicious.
It was no secret that Niklaus Mikaelson liked making an entrance and being as you were currently not getting all the intel since they still didn’t trust you fully— Klaus decided to use one of his favorite tricks which you suggested. Body possession.
On the night of the school dance, Klaus possessed Alaric's body, revealing himself to Bonnie and Elena with dramatic flair and then he killed the Benett witch— at least that’s what you two thought.
The truth of Bonnie’s fate would be revealed on the night of the ritual when she showed up to kill Klaus with the help of Elijah.
Elijah had dug his hand into Klaus’ chest and you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t fight Elijah, that was one fight you’d certainly lose, not to mention Bonnie and all of the others being there, they’d stop you before you could lay a hand on him.
Klaus looked at you, silencing your fears with one glance before looking back to Elijah and confessing the truth, “I didn’t bury them at sea.”
His gaze flickered to you and Elijah looked to where his brother was, he hadn’t seen you in so long but still, he trusted you, so when you nod your head ever so slightly… he believes Klaus.
Two days had passed since the ritual and Klaus was now a hybrid. You had spent those two days following Elijah through the woods, cleaning up Klaus’ mess.
In fact, that’s where you currently are. It had been practically silent between the two of you, neither of you wanting to start the conversation, after all it had been nearly a hundred years. That was until you decided to open your mouth after arriving at another camp that had been ripped apart.
You move a body and scoff, “He’s not even draining them. He’s killing for sport.”
Elijah hums, “You sound shocked, you should know by now this behavior is expected of Niklaus.”
“He’s wasting perfectly good snacks,” you grumble as you throw the body to Elijah who catches it with ease.
“You’re thirsty?”
“No, Elijah, I’m annoyed,” you throw your hands up, walking closer to him, “It’s been two days since the full moon, why is he still a wolf?”
“I don’t have the answer to that.”
“Okay, well, what if he’s stuck as a wolf? Hm? Then what? We’re going to put him on a leash and have him lead us to the coffins?”
Elijah lets out a chuckle, “While that image is amusing, I’m sure he’ll be turning back soon.”
You sigh and go back to cleaning up the bodies in silence, when you’re done you both continue to follow the trail that Klaus was leaving behind, you had no doubt you’d soon run into more bodies.
“What have you been up to for the past century?” Elijah asks, walking so close that your arms brush against each other.
You come to a stop, and it takes Elijah a moment to stop and turn back, looking at you slightly confused.
“Are you serious? I was trapped, Elijah, and when I wasn’t trapped I was running from him,” you jab your finger into his chest, “from you.”
Elijah looks down at you, a frown on his face, “I haven’t been doing Niklaus’ bidding since he said he dropped all of them into the ocean… he implied that he had found you as well… that you were gone… I never did want to hurt you, Y/N.”
“Well it didn’t seem that way to me. I didn’t know that. I’ve spent the last century looking over my shoulder, not staying anywhere for more than a moment because I knew that no matter where I went, you, or him, or some minion of his would be waiting. And when I wasn’t running I was trapped… there… all alone…”
“Y/N—“
“I know what we did was unforgivable,” you say, taking a step away from him to continue following the trail and he follows, “but what he had planned for me was just cruel…”
“If it’s any consolation, none of us agreed with Niklaus’ ‘gift’.”
You let out a humorless laugh, “Is that what he called it?”
“Yes, it was intended to be given to you for your engagement… obviously you were shown sooner than intended… it was his disturbed way of welcoming you into the family officially.”
Your brows furrow, “What engagement?”
Elijah stops, seemingly realizing his mistake, “I apologize, I thought you knew… Kol…”
You stop and turn to him, “He was going to propose?” your voice breaks a bit as you will away your tears.
Elijah sighs, stopping to face you, “He had rings, new daylight rings… I do not know much of how he planned to propose, just that he planned to do it after the new year… You two had been together for so long I assume he thought it was time to ask…”
You blink a few times, before clearing your throat, “Let’s just find Klaus.”
He nods, continuing to follow the path, he can practically feel the emotions rolling off of you. Grief, sadness, anger, and even jealousy. Then there was the look on your face, the look of heartbreak. Even after all these years, he still hated to see you like this. He would always feel guilty, after all, he was the first one you met, the one who introduced you to everyone. He would forever feel at least somewhat responsible for your pain.
1869
New Orleans
It had been five years, nearly six since you ran from home, since your brothers were killed, and you were still having a hard time settling down. You found yourself in New Orleans, you loved everything about it, but there was one problem. It was hard to find work as a woman and even harder as a seventeen year old so you adapted to stealing.
You would wait by stands or alleyways and wait for the perfect target, you’d typically go for men who held their heads high as if they owned the world. Men who were so well dressed that you knew they had money to spare. Sometimes you’d even hang out near bars to find men stumbling around, too drunk to notice you taking their entire wallet.
It was late now, you were leaning against a wall when you saw him. A rather attractive man dressed in a fancy suit, you had no doubt that it had been tailor fitted to him. He begins to walk down the street, walking right past you, seemingly not noticing you. There weren’t as many people out now, normally you’d use the strangers during the day as cover but this man clearly had too much money for his good, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
As quietly as possible, you push yourself off the wall and follow behind him. You smirk when you see his wallet in his back pocket but just as your fingers graze what you assume is real leather, his hand snatches your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, dangerous.
You curse yourself for being so reckless. You swallow your pride and decide to try and flirt your way out. Men with the kind of money you knew he had, always enjoyed being flirted with, it boosts their already over-inflated egos.
You giggle while leaning a bit closer, “You’re even more handsome up close…”
He chuckles, “Is that so?”
“And this suit… it fits you so well…” you brush your hand along his chest.
“That’s very flattering…” he smiles, bringing his hand up to cup yours.
Hook. Line. Sinker. You had him.
“But I know what you’re doing.”
You did not have him.
Your smile fades away and you pull back from him. This had never happened before, most of the men were too dumb to figure it out (at least until they got home and found their wallets missing), it was just your luck that you’d try and rob the only smart guy around.
“How old are you?” He looks you up and down.
You gulp, “Seventeen, sir.”
He pulls his wallet from his pocket and holds it out to you, “Take it.”
“What?”
“Take it, you want my wallet? Take it.”
With shaky hands, you reach for the wallet, it was embarrassing being caught like this but you needed the money.
“Thank you…” you trail off, realizing you hadn’t learned his name.
“Elijah Mikaelson.”
Your eyes widen at the name, you had heard of the Mikaelsons before. A rich, powerful family and there were whispers all around that they were the thing you hated most. Vampires.
He smirks at your reaction, “And you are?”
“Y/N.”
He nods and smiles but it quickly fades when he glances at his watch, “Well, Miss Y/N do try to stay safe… you never know who or what may be lurking in these streets, especially at this time of night.”
And just like that, he was gone. The next time you saw him was after the new year when he pulled a newly turned vampire off of you. You saw him a third time when this exact thing happened again, you didn’t know why but you it seemed you were practically vampire bait.
After these two incidents, Elijah decided it wasn't safe for you to be on the streets any longer and invited you to come stay with him for some time before he could find something more permanent. An idea you were not so eager about when he confirmed that he and his family were in fact, vampires. But you couldn’t pass up the offer when he was offering you an actual bed to sleep in and numerous necessities. Little did either of you know that the compound would become your permanent home.
Present Day
Mystic Falls
After your conversation you had fallen behind Elijah, walking slower to keep the distance. When he called out that he had found him, you hardly even picked up the pace.
“You’ve been busy…” Elijah remarks, leaning on a tree.
“That was… amazing.” You hear Klaus’ voice before you see him.
And when you do see him you groan, spinning around and closing your eyes, “You could have told me he was naked.”
“Did you think I was carrying around his clothes these past two days for fun?” Elijah raises a brow.
“It’s been two days?” Klaus asks, you can hear him shuffling around while getting dressed.
“Full moon came and went. You remained a wolf.” Elijah states but it’s more of a question.
“I can change at will then, that’s good to know.”
Klaus smiles and then chuckles, “I remember… every single kill.”
“Yes, we’ve been cleaning up your little mess along the way.” Elijah gestures between the two of you.
“Just like old times then.”
Elijah hums, and pushes off the tree, handing Klaus his boots, “Well, you’ve had your fun. I believe we have a bargain.”
“That’s right!” Klaus exclaims, leaning down to put on his boots, “Now what was it again? Oh yeah, wait, I remember, that’s it! You wish to be reunited with our family!”
“And you!” he shouts towards you, “You want your precious Kol back…”
You turn around, finally facing him, pleased to see that he has put his pants on. You want to say something but hold your tongue, there was a time where you weren’t afraid of him but now it felt that if you even stepped a toe out of line he’d hunt you down.
Elijah brushes off Klaus’ jacket, “You gave me your word, Niklaus.”
Klaus smiles, cheekily, “And what kind of brother would I be if I broke my bond… even if you did try and kill me.”
You sigh, and Elijah holds out Klaus’ jacket for him to put on, “I could have… but I didn’t.”
Klaus puts on his jacket and fixes the collar, “And now no one can,” he turns to face Elijah, “Relax, Elijah, all is forgiven.”
He smiles at you, “That applies to you as well, love. You have more than proved yourself loyal.”
“Where are they?” Elijah cuts in.
Klaus grins, patting his brother's arm, “You need to lighten up… I’ll bring you to them soon enough.”
He walks ahead of you and Elijah, the two of you sharing a look before you scoff and follow after the hybrid. He ends up taking you to Alaric's apartment, you feel a pit in your stomach knowing that Katherine is going to be there but you do your best to push it away.
“Look who decided to come for a visit.” Katherine gestures to Stefan as you, Klaus, and Elijah enter the apartment.
“I need your help.” Stefan states, his eyes flickering to you, wondering why the hell you’re with them, there was no way for you to know what had happened to Damon so that couldn’t be it.
Elijah shuts the door, and Stefan steps closer, “For my brother.” he then looks at you, “our brother.”
Klaus clicks his tongue, “Oh well, whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait a tick. You see, I have an obligation to my brother.” he points at Elijah. “And your sister…” he points at you.
“It requires my immediate attention.” Klaus brushes past Stefan.
You hug yourself, feeling anxious of the entire situation, it was bad enough that Katherine was here and now Stefan was too.
“You understand how important family is or you wouldn’t be here.” Elijah walks a bit closer to Stefan, “My brother gave me his word that he would reunite me with my family.”
“And so I shall.” Klaus speaks from behind Elijah, Elijah spins around to face his brother but it is too late, Klaus shoves a dagger through his heart.
You feel frozen when Elijah screams, tears begin to fill your eyes, you know what is about to come and there's no point in running because he’d just catch you. Rebekah wasn’t here this time to buy you time.
His body drops to the ground with a sickening thud, his skin completely grey and you knew you would not get the privilege of a quick death.
Klaus smiles at you and the tears begin to fall from your eyes.
“Please! I- I didn’t know about Elijah’s plan! I didn’t even know he was here! I only heard rumors! I swear! You said it yourself, Klaus- I’m loyal! I’ve proved it!”
Klaus shushes you and walks closer, your body doesn’t move, you’re rooted in your spot. He brings his hand up to hold your cheek and brushes a tear away, you shudder at the touch, letting out a sob.
“Loyal…?” Stefan questions, the floorboards creaking when he steps forward.
Klaus’ gaze immediately snaps to your brother, “Another step and I’ll rip her heart out.”
“She’s my sister-“
“All the more reason for you to stay put, Stefan.”
The two stare at each other for a moment before Stefan steps back. Klaus smirks, turning back to you. You tense up when he rests his hand on your neck, another sob wracks through your body.
“Don’t do this… I did what you asked! I found the doppelgänger! I found Elena! I called you as soon as I found her! Sure- Katherine found the werewolf but I made sure you had the backup one! And you needed the backup one! And- and using Alaric was my idea! I came up with that, it was perfect! You thought it was hilarious! I’ve helped you!”
Stefan’s brow furrows at your admission, his voice barely audible as he connects the dots, “You’re the reason he’s here… that’s… that’s why you came back to Mystic Falls to find us… not because you missed us, but because you’re helping him…”
You don’t bother to look over to your brother, you felt bad for betraying his trust, for lying to him but he could never understand, you don’t say anything, it wouldn’t matter now.
You look up at Klaus with tears staining your cheeks, “I did everything right!” your voice falls to a whisper, “Don’t make me go back there, it’s dark, Nik, I hate the dark…”
“You know, I considered you family once, I treated you as such.”
“Please Nikkie… you gave me your word…I just want him back, you promised me!”
“Oh love…” Klaus brings his hand up to brush some of the hair from your face, “You have me confused with Elijah…”
In a split second his hand falls to your neck, the sound of it snapping fills the room and he drops your body on the ground, discarding you.
Klaus turns back to Stefan who looks devastated by the news, “Don’t look so glum Stefan, you wouldn’t be the first to be tricked by your sister. She’d do anything to survive, even if it meant betraying those closest to her,” he glances at Katherine, noting the similarities.
He shakes his head, looking back at Stefan, “But that’s a story for another day…”
Klaus speeds forward, slamming Stefan into the wall, “Now… what am I going to do with you?”
Present Day
Chicago
“My sister? She knew you? All of you?”
Klaus approaches the coffins, “If you can’t handle it, don’t ask.”
Stefan looks at all of the coffins but two of them catch his attention, they’re away from the rest, almost like they’ve been isolated. One of the coffins is made of some sort of metal and they both have engravings on them that compliment each other.
Klaus notices his gaze and smirks, “I see you’ve spotted the lovers.”
“the lovers?” Stefan raises a brow.
His smirk deepens, he steps away from Rebekah’s coffin and to the others, he opens one of them, revealing a boy in clothing from the the early 1900s.
Stefan looks over the boy, completely confused he turns to Klaus who grins.
“You wouldn’t recognize him… you never had the pleasure of meeting Kol…” he brushes his hand over the engraving on the other one, “You’d recognize whose in this one though…”
Klaus could see the gears turning in Stefan’s head, his eyes widening as he pieced the puzzle together.
“My sister?” his voice breaks a bit.
Klaus laughs, “You always were quick, Ripper.”
“This is what you meant by family? You got her a coffin and a dagger? That’s family to you?”
The hybrid clicks his tongue a few times, wagging his finger, “No Stefan, I got her a coffin… I never said anything about a dagger.”
Stefan’s heart sinks at the new information, it all hit him at once, why you hated the dark, why you had to have the door open, why couldn’t stand to be in silence.
You didn’t get a century long sleep like Klaus’ siblings would, you got to lay there and rot, slowly and painfully, all alone.
“I had a witch make it, it’s spelled… only I can open it.” Klaus boasts, clearly proud of his work.
“That’s cruel, even for you.”
“Maybe so, but I must punish those who betray me accordingly.”
Klaus takes a step closer to Stefan, “You met Rebekah and I in 1920… but we did not meet by chance. I sought you out, I was looking for your sister… The girl can really run when she wants to. I was hoping you’d be able to help me find her, but you were too busy draining civilians, Ripper.”
“I wouldn’t have been helpful either way. I thought she was dead.”
“I’m aware… I thought that she’d maybe be nearby, watching, that was something she often did— check up on you and Damon. Regardless, I found her on my own in 1924.”
1924
London
Today marks four years since Rebekah’s compulsion had worn off which meant one of two things, she was dead (unlikely) or she had been daggered (very likely).
It had been four years since you remembered Kol and ten years that you had been running. You were tired, tired of running, tired of having to look over your shoulder every five seconds, tired of not having your beloved around.
Klaus was hunting you and you had done a damn good job at keeping him off of your trail, always being careful when finding a snack and making sure you were never in one place for too long.
So you decided to do the opposite, you had been in London for two weeks now, ripping through crowds of people with no remorse. You wanted Klaus to find you, you wanted him to kill you.
You’re currently in a bar full of people, well, dead people. You slaughtered everyone and now had your teeth buried in some man’s neck.
“Perhaps you’re more like Stefan than I thought.” Klaus’ voice fills the bar.
Reluctantly, you pull yourself off of the now dead, drained man. You look at Klaus with blood coating your face and staining your dress.
After staring at each other for a moment, you stand to your full height, Klaus gives you a once over before raising a brow.
“You’ve gotten sloppy, left a trail of bodies a mile long leading me right to you.”
You simply stare at him and he smirks, “You wanted to be found.”
“I can’t do this anymore… not without him. I‘m tired, Nik. Please, just end it.”
Niklaus clicks his tongue, “End it?” He takes a step towards you.
“Kill me.”
Klaus laughs, “You think I want to kill you?”
Your brows furrow and you take a step back from the hybrid, Klaus snaps his fingers and two men enter the room carrying a coffin.
You take another step back, eyes widening and Klaus grins, “You can try to run but you won’t get far…”
“No… you… you can’t dagger me…”
“You’re right, daggers are such trivial things to make… you would know after all. But a lockbox that only I can open, now that’s much simpler.”
You decide to risk it, attempting to speed away but he catches you in a second, holding you up in the air by your throat.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be back with him soon enough… consider this me officially welcoming you into the family.”
Present Day
Chicago
“What was the point of letting her out just to lock her back up? To be cruel?”
Klaus shrugs, “I was bored and decided to make her a deal in 1984.”
“1984? You kept her in there for…”
“Sixty years, Stefan. She betrayed me and those were the consequences. When I woke her up we made an agreement.”
“What kind of agreement?”
“She’d find me Katherine and bring her to me. She couldn’t ever find Katherine but she found me something even better…”
“Elena…”
“Yes, the doppelgänger.”
“So she knew the truth about your curse? That you’re a hybrid?”
“She was my family once, lived with us for nearly half a century. She knows a lot more than she led you all to believe. But don’t get any ideas, she’d never tell you anything that could hurt us… she wouldn’t risk Kol or Rebekah getting caught in the crossfire… or Elijah, though I suppose she’d be alright losing me considering she attempted to do so herself.”
“Moving on!” Klaus chirps, moving back to Rebekah, “It’s time for my little sister to wake up…”
“And I knew her?” Stefan asks, looking into the now open coffin, “I don’t recognize her.”
“Well don’t tell her that,” Klaus muses, “Rebekah’s temper is worse than mine.”
He pulls the dagger out, waiting for a moment before sighing, “Any Day now, Rebekah… she’s being dramatic.”
Present Day
Mystic Falls
It had been months since Klaus had locked you away. You were a bit surprised when he came to free you, your bones creaked, skin practically gray… still, you weren’t nearly as desiccated as the last time you had been in that coffin.
He fed you blood and brushed your hair for you as if you were a doll then provided you with a white colored dress that went to your knees, it reminded you of the one Elijah had given you when you first arrived in their home.
When Klaus revealed he was hosting a dinner with Elijah for Stefan and Damon you realized what he was doing. You were a bargaining chip.
You sat in the living room, humming to yourself, waiting for them to arrive. You still felt weak from not having blood for so long and the fact you were shaking was proof of that, the little blood that Klaus had provided was not enough.
Soon enough, your brothers arrived and were let inside by Elijah, “Niklaus, our guests have arrived…”
“Damon… Stefan…” Klaus greets, standing by the head of the dining room table, “Elijah tells me you seek an audience… very bold. Let’s discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men, shall we?” he gestures to the large table that was set for five.
“It’s better to indulge him,” Elijah states, moving past your brothers.
“I didn’t come here to eat Klaus,” Stefan narrows his eyes, taking a step down the stairs, “I didn’t want to come here at all… but… I was told I had to, because you’d hear us out.”
Klaus hums, “Well we can sit and eat… or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides…” he takes his seat at the head of the table, “choice is yours…”
Your brothers decide it would be best to sit and eat. Once the four brothers had sat down, Klaus sat forward in his chair, dramatically placing his hands in front of him, “I almost forgot! Sweetheart!” he calls out, “You can come out now!”
That was your que to enter, walking through the doorway and making a beeline for the table, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Elijah stands when he sees you, pulling out your chair for you and when you sit he pushes you in.
“Y/N…” Damon says quietly, it isn’t until then that you realize he hasn’t seen you since the night of the ritual.
“Damon…” you mumble in a voice so quiet that anyone without supernatural hearing wouldn’t be able to hear you.
“How are you—“ he begins but is quickly cut off by Stefan.
“She’s practically part of their freaky family, Damon, and Klaus won’t kill his family… he’ll just torture them endlessly.”
“That’s not very nice Stefan,” Klaus clicks his tongue.
You grab the glass of wine, downing it as quickly as possible. Hoping that it will not only curb your blood cravings but also make this dinner party a little more bearable. When you finish your glass, you reach for Elijah’s.
He raises a brow, shooting you an unimpressed look, “By all means, help yourself.”
You take a sip of the wine, ignoring Elijah, “Can we please get on with this dinner… I’m starved.”
“Well at least one of you is hungry… Stefan seems to have lost his appetite,” Klaus notes, nodding his head in Stefan’s direction.
Damon glances at his brother, gesturing with his fork, “Eat. I thought we agreed we’d leave the grumpy Stefan at home.”
Reluctantly, Stefan picks up his fork making Klaus smile, “That’s the spirit. Isn’t it nice? Five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is that what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?”
Damon smiles sarcastically, “Well, I know how he felt about you, so I figured the more the merrier,” he winks playfully at Elijah.
“Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries… but we always make it through,” Klaus takes a bite of his steak.
“Kind of like you and Rebekah, right? Where is she, by the way? Last I checked, she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her,” Stefan quips, smirking over the rim of his bourbon glass.
Damon shoots a warning look at Stefan but you can’t be bothered by their conversation, you’re too focused on your bloody steak in front of you. Savoring the small amount of blood you’d get from its juices.
“If you’re referring to the fact Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I’ve already come clean to Elijah,” Klaus smiles at Elijah who has remained silent, resting his head on top of his fist.
“Hey Stef,” Damon cuts in, grabbing everyone’s attention, “remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial down on the judgement until dessert.”
You had been fighting the urge to lick the dish clean, hoping for just another drop of that delicious, bloody flavor. But Damon’s words distract you, making you look up from the plate.
“You killed dad?” you ask, looking directly at Stefan, he doesn’t verbally answer, only narrowing his eyes at you making you hum, “I always thought it was Katherine…” you fidget with your fork, pushing it across the plate.
“You want another plate, love?” Klaus asks, his tone was sickeningly sweet, he snaps his fingers and a compelled blonde girl comes running to get your plate.
She leans over you, hair falling past her neck and you could feel the veins beneath your eyes begin to ripple. The girl's eyes widened, Klaus may have compelled her to do his bidding but he never compelled away her fear.
“Y/N,” Klaus says your name in a sing-songy tone, a warning.
Your lips part at the sound of her heart pumping, the smell of the blood in her veins, and your fangs begin to descend.
“Y/N. No,” Klaus tries again, setting his fork down.
But it was too late, you were out of your chair in a split second. You wrapped your hand around the girl’s neck, slamming her into the nearby wall hard enough to crack it, your other hand holding one of her wrists. You nearly moan at the taste of fresh blood, like an animal you can’t get enough.
Removing your hand from her neck, you flatten your palm and push the tip of her chin up until it’s out of your way— effectively breaking her neck. You continue to drink, not caring as the blood stains your mouth and neck, dripping to your dress.
Klaus sighs, “One nice dinner, that’s all I ask, is that too much to ask for?”
He rises from his chair and speeds to stand behind you, “That’s enough.”
You don’t listen and Klaus decides there is only one solution to the problem he caused, snapping your neck. Your head is practically on backwards and he allows your body to fall to the ground next to the blonde, dead girl.
Damon stands up, his chair screeching but Stefan grabs his arm, dragging him back down, and Klaus clears his throat, walking back to the table as if he hadn’t just broke your neck.
Elijah sighs, excusing himself from the table, he picks up your body with ease and brings you back to the table, setting you in your seat. He twists your head so your head is facing the proper way, hoping that it’ll allow you to heal and wake sooner. The dinner would proceed as normal, other than Damon looking at your body every few seconds, it was as if nothing had happened.
When you woke, you were alone at the table and you could hear voices coming from the living room.
“Elijah… why haven’t you left?” Klaus sounds confused.
You stand up, finding your bearings.
You can hear the smugness in Elijah’s tone when he speaks, “You’ve lectured Y/N on her manners all night… but where are yours, brother? We forgot dessert.”
You take slow steps towards the living room.
“What have you done?” Klaus’ voice is panicked, he sounds betrayed.
“What have you done?” Elijah retorts, “You see, I’ve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We’re doing this on my terms now.”
You’ve nearly made it to the living room door way when you stop in your tracks after hearing Klaus utter a single word.
“Kol…”
“Long time brother.”
His voice, Kol’s voice. Your Kol, he was here, he was awake.
You rush to the doorway, freezing when you finally see him. Kol, he looked the same as he did on that fateful night in 1914, still wearing the same outfit. He still looked as beautiful as you remembered him to be, tears began to prick the corner of your eyes but not tears of sadness or fear, they were tears of joy.
You could see Stefan still by the fireplace where he had been burned, you could see Damon standing off to the side of Elijah, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t care about your brothers in that moment. It was as if everything around you faded away and it was just you and Kol.
“Kol…” you whisper, softly.
His gaze snaps up to find you, his eyes softening when he sees you.
“Y/N…”
Without giving it a second thought, Kol takes one of the hands restraining Klaus and uses it to snap the hybrids neck. He speeds towards you, something Damon takes note of but when he moves to get to you, to try and protect you from what he thinks is a threat; Elijah places his hand onto Damon’s chest, stopping him from moving.
You slowly bring your hands up to hold his face and he covers your hands with his, ”You’re real…” you breath out, you still couldn’t believe he was in front of you after all this time.
He smiles, chuckling a bit, “I’m real… and I’m not leaving you ever again.”
You smile, causing more tears to flow and you throw yourself into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and welcoming the darkness that came with it because for the first time, in a century, you weren’t alone in the dark. You were with Kol, your Kol.
His arms wrap tightly around your waist, inhaling your scent that he remembers so fondly, “I missed you, my darling.”
It must have been those words that finally helped Damon connect the dots, that this was the boy, the one that changed your opinion on vampires, the one who turned you into a vampire. This was the boy you lost a century ago, the boy you’d do anything and everything to get back. Including betraying your own family.
“You’re free to go. This is family business.”
Elijah’s words made Damon realize something, you weren’t his family anymore, you hadn’t been for a long time. Maybe you never officially got married because you ran out of time but you were no longer Y/N Salvatore, you were Y/N Mikaelson. He can pinpoint the exact moment you stopped being his family and it was long before the Mikaelsons, it was when he and Stefan chose Katherine Pierce over you. That fateful night where he told you that you weren’t his family anymore.
The truth hurts and the truth was that there was no fixing your relationship with either of your brothers. The next few months would make that abundantly clear. Like when you snapped Damon’s neck after he snapped Kol’s. Or when you stood by while Kol beat Damon with an aluminum bat. And of course you stood by Rebekah when she had compelled and trapped everyone in the school. You even helped Kol slaughter all of the newly turned vampires meant for Jeremy… and you let Kol torture Damon.
So maybe you really weren’t their family anymore, maybe that’s why they wouldn’t feel as guilty about what was going to happen when Jeremy would kill Kol.
At least you wouldn’t be alone when the darkness came, you would die in the arms of your love in the middle of the Gilbert family kitchen. It didn’t matter to you that his body was still crackingly, still burning, you‘d endure the feeling of your flesh melting to his if it meant you got to hold him one last time. There would be no coming back for either of you, you knew this and accepted it. You closed your eyes and faded away into the darkness, welcoming it.
You only hoped that when you’d wake on the other side, you’d still be in Kol’s arms.
A thousand years ago, when the Mikaelson's were still human, Niklaus had a secret lover.
She was soft and sweet, gentle and kind.
Y/N would wash the blood away from the wounds that colour his skin as a result of his father's rage.
Her soft humming would lull him to sleep, his head against her breast comfortably as they lay out in the forest where he felt most at home.
His siblings knew of Y/N, they had seen her around and met her once or twice but Esther and Mikael weren't in the know. Niklaus was too afraid they'd forbid him from seeing her and he could handle being without her.
Each of his siblings had sworn not to tell but Finn was so awful at keeping things from their mother.
Niklaus hadn't known that he brother has tattled until it was too late.
Henrik had been killed and Esther and Mikael in turn made the rest of their children undead forever.
However it was only when Klaus's true identity came to light that Y/N was punished too.
In addition to Mikael locking away Niklaus's wolf side and swearing hatred on him, he sought to punish him further by shoving a dagger deep into her chest.
Niklaus's scream shook the trees, Elijah held him as his sobs dragged the grass back into the ground and buried the life that was lost.
As centuries past, his grief was hidden behind more death and agony of which Klaus inflicted across the world.
Her face was painted a million times over, a thousand different styles until Klaus could not bear to look at her anymore, it was like tearing his heart out over and over.
When the daggers came into his possession, they reminded him of her. He could still see her fearful eyes begging him for help as the blood seeped through her dress.
And yet the weapon made him feel close to her each time he used them.
Her memory began to fade as the years went by, she drifted within his mind as other things came and went.
But she could never be forgotton.
Esther knew that, and she used that to her advantage.
She knew from the first time she stumbled across her son bathing in the lake late at night with his arms hanging loosely around a girls naked hips, their foreheads touching as they gazed lovingly at each other.
When mikael killed her, she kept the girl preserved and buried safely.
A thousand years later she finally had use for the girl.
So when her children stood threateningly at the doorway, Klaus's rage on full display, Y/N's frightened whisper would break his attention.
His eyes found her.
She was in that same dress she died in, still stained by her own blood but now coated head to toe in mud.
He stepped forward but Esther's hand grabbed Y/N's wrist tight in a warning and he froze.
So did Elijah and Rebekah.
"She's human, Niklaus." His mother reminded. "You could be human with her, have a family, a real life together like you were supposed to." She offered, watching the glimmer in her sons eyes.
Elijah stepped forward, hold hand resting on Klaus's shoulder as he too stared straight at the confused, petrified girl they had all loved.
"She's not real." Elijah whispered, assuming it was a trick and Esther's expression darkened as a blade was swiped quickly across Y/N's wrist, not hard enough to be fatal but enough to draw blood and panic Klaus.
He was in front of her in a second, trying to pull her to him but Esther threw him to the wall before he could reach and just like that Elijah and Rebekah were moving too.
Y/N was shaking silently in the corner by the time that Esther had been torn apart.
Her body flinched and trembled even once she resided in Niklaus's arms.
She whimpered weakly, confused words recited in the same language they had used all that time ago.
Niklaus didn't remember much but he had played the memories of their words over and over so many times that he was still able to comfort her in his mother tongue.
They got her home quickly, hiding her away in Klaus's room and muttering amongst themselves as to what to do.
"There must be a way to at least let her understand english-" Rebekah questioned and Elijah sighed, glancing over to how Y/N's fingers touched Klaus's curls and she whispered in their old language about how short it had become.
"We'll ask Davina... we should let Niklaus get her washed...she appears as though she'd been dug up." He murmured, a furrow to is brow.
Rebekahs gaze drifted to her dirtied finger nails.
"She wasn't dug up...mother wouldn't be so kind. She dug her own way out." She uttered and Elijah grimaced.
"Come, we should get her some tea..." Elijah swallowed thickly, guiding Rebekah out of the room and leaving his brother alone with his old love.
His hands tried to pick the clumps of dirt from her hair whilst also trying to understand the fast words she threw at him.
He tried to give her the word for bathing and eventually she nodded, holding onto his hands as he lead her into the bathroom.
The bath was small, not like the lake and the water was hot, it startled her. Klaus steadied her, helping her down and climbing in behind her when she cried out for him not to leave her alone.
Not again.
The feel of her skin back against his was a feeling Klaus had been so sure he had forgotten forever. She tried to turn to face him, ending up completely pressed on top of him as his hands washed the soap and water down her back only start panicking when the expensive body wash made her soft skin scatter with red rash.
"Oh-" He muttered and wrapped his arm round her waist and lifted her up with him. She muttered out in confusion but didn't struggle, too happy to be in his hold as he drained the water and started again, laying back down with her.
"Come here, my sweet." He guided her onto her back so he could reach and see her hair as he washed it enough until it was back to the silkiness he remembered so fondly.
He heard her little sniffles first, before her shoulder shook slightly with a sob. Klaus's heart sunk slightly and he nudged his nose into the side of her neck, placing gentle kissed like she had loved so much but they made her cry harder.
Her words were lost on him, he couldn't recall the language well enough after so long and it made his guilt swirl so much it hurt. Klaus tried to make sense of something but all he could make out was "Darkness" and "loneliness".
He tried to comfort her with the few words still in memory but she wouldn't stop, not even once she was dressed in one of his shirts and tucked to his chest under the covers, a cup of tea in Klaus's hands that he'd insisted she sip on from time to time.
Eventually she sunk into sleep but it only lasted for so long before she was clawing at her throat with her already broken nails, as though she were suffocating.
Klaus grabbed at her hands, immediately being sucked into her mind.
The image of her waking beneath the ground, unable to breathe or see as her hands tried to find the light above.
Only a few seconds passed before Elijah was bursting through the door, awakened by the screams. Rebekah and Marcel a few seconds later.
"I'm calling Davina." Marcel muttered to Rebekah after actually seeing the girls condition and hearing her foreign cries.
The lights were back on which calmed her partly, finally being able to see.
Her hands clung onto Klaus's shirt, clutching the fabric against her palm for any sort of security.
Elijah and Rebekah were sat on the edge of Klaus's bed, watching the once full of life girl from their village full of fear and confusion.
Ages went by before Marcel returned with a half asleep Davina and a couple candles.
Klaus rocked his love calmly, hand stroking her arm to prove he was still there as Davina set up around them.
Her chant echoed through the room, flames standing tall and proud as she reluctantly held her hand out for Klaus to take and then gently held Y/N's in the other.
"I'm sorry...this is the only way I can think of." She whispered before a thousand years worth of Klaus's memories were thrust upon Y/N.
A loud sound of pain emitted from her and she held her head. Klaus frowned in concern, trying to cup her face to see what was happening but when she looked back at him it was like she had seen a ghost.
A thousand variants of each emotion painted her expression before she crawled back against him and breathed in his scent with each hiccuped cry.
After a while the others left and Klaus rest his chin on top her head.
She didn't utter a word for days, not in any language.
Klaus would dress her and feed her each day, hold her to him as he showed her the television which only seemed to hurt her head.
He had left her downstairs on the couch when she had fallen into for once a stable sleep without the traumatic nightmare of being buried alive.
He was just in the other room, trying to think of any way to make things better for her and for them.
Y/N being alive had never once been a possibility in his mind, especially her being alive with no knowledge of any time passing to all of a sudden knowing every shameful act he'd committed.
Klaus was too lost in thought to hear Camille making her way into the abattoir, calling out for him and stumbling across Y/N who had just woken.
"Oh...uh hi." She blinked at the girl.
She was clearly in Klaus's clothes. The sweatpants were barely holding onto her hips and the shirt was easily recognisable.
Y/N stared back, she recognised her, from Klaus's memories.
Camille, Cami.
He liked her, they'd danced together. He'd thought about her, a lot.
It made her stomach twist uneasily and her knees pull to her chest self-consciously.
"Camille." Klaus's voice echoed over her head before he was kneeling down beside her and stroking her head, checking she hadn't woken in terror again.
"I'm afraid this isn't a good time." He informed her, sitting down on the sofa and noting how Y/N withdrew, instantly making the mental connection.
"You haven't been answering, I worried something had happened." She explained warily as she watched Klaus watch Y/N.
"This is Y/N." He introduced faintly, his attention not lifting to her. "She died a thousand years ago but my mother brought her back, she's struggling to adjust for the moment. I'd appreciate if you left, I don't think new people is helping right now." He tried to tell her to leave as politely as possible.
Cami only nodded, the information hitting like a wave as she apologised under her breath and retreated.
Klaus stroked Y/N's cheek as he sighed softly,
"Please understand that I love you Y/N." He murmured. "I would have chosen you over any woman I have ever come across without a doubt. I would have taken my mother's deal, I would be human beside you." He told her, eyes sincere. "I only wish we could go back all those years, I should have married you then." He uttered, a kiss pressed to her cheek.
"Why didn't you?" She whispered, speaking in english for the first time.
"I was afraid. Not of us, of-"
"Mikael." She mumbled, “I remember now, sorry." She sniffed and he sighed.
"You shouldn't have been given all my memories like that, it's too much for anyone to handle all at once." He sighed, his hands cupping her face and stroking her soft cheeks.
"I won't ever leave you alone again. Never in the dark, never in the cold, never anywhere."
"I don't understand why she would bring me back." Y/N whispered and Klaus frowned.
"I'm happy you're here, my heart." He murmured, his brows furrowed. "I've lived to long without you, and you have not lived long enough. Things will be better now."
"You hurt and kill..." She whispered, a soft sniff to her words and he looked down.
"I know." He nodded. He hated all the evil she had seen him do through his memories. He was nothing like he used to be. "But I'd never hurt you, and I'd keep you safe."
"I don't want to be here." She whimpered and he held her onto his lap.
"It's just hard at the moment, we've only just started adjusting. It'll get easier and you'll start to like it. I know you've seen things through me but it'll be so much better when you actually experience them." He persuaded, stroking her hair but she didn't look overly convinced.
"I don't want to push my way into your new life." She mumbled and sighed softly to himself in slight annoyance, not being annoyed with her but annoyed with the idea that he could ever not want her with him in his life. She would never be an inconvenience for him, a long time ago she was every thing for him and now she was that again. It had been clear that Klaus's attention had remained on her since the second his eyes found hers again, it was very possible that Klaus wouldn't be so infatuated with power so much now.
She held the innocence of his past that he had lost.
She gave him something that no thing or other person could ever supply.
She was old life and she would be his new life, he could finally have a second chance worth taking.
His body was curled around hers, protecting her frame like a shield as he nuzzled her hair.
"You're not pushing in, my love. If anything, I'm pulling you in. I don't think I can ever lose you again."
Klaus uttered, his eyes closing as his mind conjured a hundred different possibilities for their future.
"You are the life in my death, even when I was human...you were the light.
Klaus had decided that we weren't worthy of a hotel, instead he chose to drive through the night. He didn't tell me where we were going no matter how many times I asked. We were three hours and one gas station stop in when I finally got him to speak. "Do you think you'd die if you got in a car accident?"
He turned abruptly towards me with a look of disbelief and confusion on his face. Stefan might've as well if he wasn't asleep in the backseat already. "Why the bloody hell do you ask that?" I looked over at him, "Because you're going over a hundred." He looked down at his speed and I felt the car slow at his realisation. We were silent for a moment more. "You want to talk about why you're speeding like crazy?" I asked, "No." he spat. "Whatever," I responded looking out my own window. I sat in silence for over five minutes before he finally began to confess. "I did everything right," he started, "Why wouldn't it work?" I looked back over at him. "The witch that did the spell, was she know for her trickery?" I asked. He looked over at me briefly then back at the road before nodding. "Then maybe she had some kind of loophole. Maybe there's another thing you have to do that you didn't realize because it was hidden in plain sight." He looked at me again, and then back once more to the road. His eyes were filled with contemplation, and I felt a bit happy at the thought I could be right. Witches are very tricky and it takes one to know one.
The End of the Affair
"Welcome back to Chicago Stefan." I was half asleep when I felt the car stop. Klaus jumped out swiftly and Stefan followed. I dragged behind them, vaguely hearing them talk about Stefan's history of being a ripper here before.
"Why are we still here?" Stefan asked abruptly into their memory discussion. "We had our fun, your hybrids failed. Don't you want to get on with your life?" Klaus scowled slightly, "We're going to see my favorite witch, if any one can help us she can." I feigned an offended sound, "Aw man and here I thought I was your favorite. What with the kidnapping and the compulsion." He smiled at my sarcasm and moved to continue walking away.
We left crazy early to Gloria's, to the point I wasn't sure how the door was unlocked. Stefan and Klaus seemed to be reminiscing about their past experiences here. They mentioned something about the 20s but I got caught up thinking about Stefan with a 20s hairstyle and zoned out. I didn't really hear anything until I heard Gloria. "You got to be kidding me."
The two turned to her and Klaus smiled. "So a hybrid walks into a bar and says to the bar keep," "Stop," she cut him off. "You may be invincible but the doesn't make you funny." Stefan seemed mystified by her, "You're Gloria." "Yes I am" "But shouldn't you be?" "Old and dead?" she joked. "If I die who's going to run this place? I can slow the aging down, but don't worry. It'll catch up to me one day." Klaus smirked at her explanation, "Gloria's a powerful witch." he whispered, my smile dropped. Oh goody, I have a great track history with those.
She seemed to notice me suddenly and took a minute to scan me over. I could tell the second her ancestors whispered a warning to her, because she tried to blast me. Unfortunately, I am a siphoner so that didn't work very well. I shook off the impact and absorption, much to her distress. "Thanks? Nice to meet you too." I said. Klaus seemed befuddled by her reaction.
"You bring the cursed siphoner into my bar, what is wrong with you?" I rolled my eyes, "You're fine with him but with me you draw the line?" Klaus looked over at me offended, but then shook his head to agree that my comparison was fair. She seemed to feel the logic settle in and motioned me away as if to say 'You can stay but I will be ignoring you.' "Stefan you can go and make a drink for yourself at the bar. Maybe one for our non drinker here." I rolled my eyes at his jab at me and sat at a table far from both of the men. I was used to witches not trusting me, but it still hurt every time it happened.
"Every spell has a loophole," Gloria explained and I nodded at my earlier thought being correct. "For a spell that old I need to contact the witch who created it." Klaus seemed a bit peeved, "That would be the original witch, she's very dead." Gloria rolled her eyes. "I would imagine so. I just need something to contact her." She contemplated a moment, "Bring me Rebekah." Klaus coughed uncomfortably, "Rebekah is a bit busy at the moment." "She has what I need bring her to me and I'll do the spell." Klaus seemed a bit angry but he had no time to ponder it as Stefan came running out from behind the bar holding a picture. "What the hell is this?" Klaus smiled, "Chicago is a magical place Stefan." Stefan looked at him dumbfounded and I stood up slightly, wanting to see what he was holding. "But this is a picture of me and you." I walked over quickly to see the photo. "Wow, Klaus this was not your era." He looked over at me unamused. "It was a decently bad era for everyone." he muttered. "I don't know," I started "I think Stefan's actually pretty cute here." I looked up at him and laughed slightly, he looked like a deer in headlights. "You know, you didn't have the hero hair like now." He laughed sarcastically at my comment and took the photo back from me.
Klaus stormed into a rickety storage unit. He hadn't wanted to take me or Stefan with him but Stefan was pissed at his memory gap and Gloria refused to be alone with me. "Why don't I remember you?" Stefan was ranting as we entered. I was walking a bit slow because with the way Klaus was moving Stefan might be about to get staked for being nosey. "Memory lane will have to wait I'm a bit busy at the moment." "What the hell is going on?" Stefan grabbed Klaus's arm. Klaus moved it off of him as he started to speak. "Let's just say we didn't get off to a great start. I actually hated you." Stefan furrowed his brows, "You were courting my sister, in a way. You mainly kissed and killed people it was quite revolting." "Your sister? So I knew another Original vampire?" Stefan asked. "If you can't handle it don't ask" Klaus said as he walked away. He walked to a coffin and lifted the lid to reveal a blonde woman with a dagger through her chest. "Dear lord, you staked her too?" I muttered. Klaus didn't dignify my observation with a response. "I don't remember her." Stefan whispered. "Don't tell her that," Klaus spoke jokingly, "Rebekah's temper is worse than mine." he said as he pulled the dagger from her chest. "Time to wake up little sister."
We had been standing here so long I was beginning to consider sticking the dagger back into Rebekah to save us all time. "Any day now Rebekah." Klaus spoke as if she'd pop up. "She's just being dramatic," he said quietly to Stefan. "Can you just tell me what the hell Im doing here? I mean you must want me here for some reason." "You're actually quite useful," Klaus spoke to him. "You know I actually learned some of my favorite tricks from you." I looked over at Stefan wondering what the fuck he had done that was so vile the demon to his left took notes on it.
"You made this one chap, Liam I think, drink his wife's blood because he threatened to call the police to shut you down." I gagged at the thought. Not as bad as I thought but not great either. "I was your number one fan." "Why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asked, Klaus ignored him. He walked up to the security guard and compelled him. "When she wakes up tell her to meet us at Gloria's bar and then volunteer your carotid artery and let her feed until you die." I widened my eyes at the thought. "Jesus." Klaus turned to me, "That reminds me," I stepped back at the sudden attention, he had been so focused on Stefan I'd started taking the chance to make more comments than usual.
"You're staying here." I looked at him confused. "I'm gonna stay here with your sister who's rising from the dead having not eaten in like a century?" Klaus shook his head, "Less than a century I think." I shook my head at his stupidness. "Why the hell would I stay here?" He rolled his eyes at my noncompliance. "You'll be fine, Rebekah will be a bit weak I'm sure you can fight her off. And in case she does kill you here." He bit his wrist and shoved it into my mouth. I pushed it back, "Why do you weirdo vampires keep doing that?" I spat a bit onto the floor wiping my mouth.
"We're going somewhere secret you can't know about. Just be a good girl and wait for Rebekah to wake up." I stared at him for a long moment as if that would change something. He sighed, "Here." He handed me the dagger from before, "If she gets too close use it, I'll just wake her up again later." He rolled his eyes when I took it from him thanking him sarcastically and walking away.
I sat on one of the older coffins waiting for Rebekah to rise from the dead. I was hoping she'd be distracted by the compelled guy and kill him before she set her sights on me. Then maybe she'd be a bit calmer and listen to reason. It had been so fucking long I started to contemplate slicing myself open with the dagger in my hands. I then remembered I'd come back anyway so that's a fucking waste. Rebekah sat up in a blur gasping and clawing at her chest. She saw me immeadietly, but her attention was pulled away by the security guard who approached her telling her what Klaus had told him to. She sped out from her coffin biting into him and draining him quickly. When she was done, she turned back to me. "Rebekah, yes?" I asked trying to prolong my death. "And who the bloody hell are you?" she asked. "Y/N I'm with Klaus, well not really by choice, but nonetheless I'm trying to say I think he'd be a bit upset if you killed me." She smiled a bit at that, "That's a bit sad for you," she stalked toward me. "Because I'd love nothing more than to piss Nik off right now." She bared her fangs at me.
Klaus walked into the warehouse to find Rebekah's coffin empty. There was a corpse lying in front of it. "Rebekah?" he called "It's your big brother." Rebekah sped toward him, pushing the dagger into his heart with a viciousness. "Go to hell Nik." she seethed. Klaus pulled it out easily, "Don't pout you knew it wouldn't kill me." She stared him down, "No but I was hoping it would hurt more."
"I don't know," my voice carried. "Seems like it hurt a lot to me." Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Well Y/N, love, you've never been stabbed by one." I shrugged at the thought, "Very happy about that too yes." "Rebekah I know you're upset, so I'm gonna let that go." Klaus said.
"You should," I spoke more boldly than I meant to. "I'm the one that told her to do it." He looked at me angrily, "Why would you do that?" I stared back at him, "Because she told me what happened, daggering your sister for like eighty years because she picked a dude over you is such lame behavior." He rolled his eyes at my terminology making a move towards me. Rebekah stepped in front of me.
"I see you two have become acquainted." Rebekah moved beside me, "She's rather lovely, I don't know how she got caught up with the likes of you." Klaus scoffed, "I must say I'm a bit disappointed neither of you fought. I was a bit eager to see how she squared against an original." Rebekah looked offended, "What a terrible thought." She grabbed my shoulders in a hug of sorts. "I will have you know Y/N here did not need to hurt me at all to get me to listen to her." Klaus looked over to me and I held up my thumb and first finger in a pinching motion to show there had been small fight and I had to siphon her a bit. He sighed stepping back, "I brought you a little peace offering." Stefan walked in, this began the biggest runaround down memory lane moment I had ever been part of which I understood next to nothing about.
I kind of stood there awkwardly as the three reminisced together. Klaus didn't let the moment last very long before focusing back on the topic at hand. "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the original witch." "The original witch?" Rebekah seemed to question his phrasing. "What do you have that Gloria needs?" Rebekah reached to her neck then began to panic. "Where's my necklace? What have you done with it I never take it off." Klaus blanched, "I don't know what bloody necklace you're talking about." "Well you must've lost it or something. Nik find it right now I want it now." Klaus spoke over her at the same time screaming. "Tell me that's not what she needs Rebekah." Rebekah stepped over to her coffin searching it in a hurry then flipping it over in anger. I let myself get behind Stefan. We were pretty chill but I doubted she would kill him instead of me in anger right now.
The two originals stared each other down angrily while Stefan and I watched in silence.
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Hope and Cami are parallel characters but people like to play in Klamille fans’ faces by putting out all this nonsense about Klaus loving other women (Caroline, Hayley, Aurora, take your pick) more than Cami. No, buddy. Everything that y’all concede that changed in Klaus because of Hope, happened with Cami. Happened because of her too because she provided motivation, she called him out, she drew lines, she nurtured, she gave him a safe space. I will go as far as to say that Klaus could have had the same evolution he had without becoming a father (as much as I love Hope and Klope, why he was given a baby the way he was is a whole other debate), but he could have never had evolved how he did without Cami, even if he had Hope. That comes out of their love. The only people who Klaus loved on the same level as Cami were Hope, Elijah and Rebekah. If you disagree, there’s the door.
People reduce Kol Mikaelson to “the crazy Mikaelson,” but psychologically, Kol is one of the most emotionally neglected characters in the entire The Vampire Diaries universe.
Underneath the violence, sarcasm, and recklessness is someone shaped by abandonment, emotional invalidation, and centuries of feeling unwanted within his own family.
Kol grows up in the shadow of stronger personalities. Klaus is the feared hybrid. Elijah is the noble protector. Rebekah is the beloved sister. Kol becomes the “problem child,” the unstable one, the sibling nobody takes seriously unless he is causing chaos. Over time, that role becomes part of his identity.
Psychologically, this creates identity fixation through family labeling. When someone is constantly treated as dangerous, immature, or disposable, they often begin performing that role even more aggressively. Kol leans into unpredictability because unpredictability is the only thing that gets him attention.
And attention matters to Kol more than he pretends.
One of his strongest traits is impulsivity. He acts suddenly, reacts emotionally, and constantly seeks stimulation. You can see this clearly in Season 4 of The Vampire Diaries, especially episode 4x12 “A View to a Kill,” where Kol becomes increasingly desperate trying to stop Silas from rising. Everyone dismisses him as irrational, but psychologically, his panic actually makes sense. Kol understands danger faster than the others because he is hyper-reactive to threats.
That hyper-vigilance likely stems from centuries of instability and betrayal within his own family.
Kol also shows signs of emotional dysregulation. His emotions escalate quickly, anger masks vulnerability, and his reactions become explosive whenever he feels ignored, trapped, or betrayed. Instead of expressing pain directly, he converts it into aggression or mockery. Humor becomes armor. Violence becomes control.
Despite how social he appears, Kol shows traits of fearful, avoidant attachment. He craves connection but distrusts it at the same time. This is why many of his relationships are intense, chaotic, or manipulative. He pushes people away before they can reject him first. When he feels emotionally cornered, he lashes out or emotionally withdraws altogether.
What makes Kol especially interesting is that beneath all of this, he is deeply intelligent and emotionally perceptive.
He understands magic better than most members of his family. He reads people quickly and notices emotional shifts others miss. But because he masks vulnerability with arrogance and cruelty, people constantly underestimate him. That repeated dismissal reinforces his resentment toward the Mikaelsons.
The family also contributes to his instability.
Kol is repeatedly daggered, silenced, ignored, or treated like a burden. Imagine the psychological effect of being literally immobilized by your siblings for decades whenever you become “too difficult” Over time, that creates rage toward authority, fear of powerlessness, and deep distrust toward intimacy and family bonds.
The family claims to love him, but their actions repeatedly communicate that he is only acceptable when controlled.
That contradiction damages him.
One of the clearest examples of Kol’s psychology appears later in The Originals when he falls in love with Davina Claire. Around her, his behavior changes noticeably. He becomes less performative, less cruel, and more emotionally open. He becomes genuinely protective instead of simply reactive.
Davina gives Kol something he rarely experiences: emotional validation without control.
Once he finally feels seen instead of managed, many of his destructive behaviors lessen. That is psychologically important because it shows Kol was never simply “evil.” Much of his instability was reactive, shaped by emotional neglect and learned defensiveness.
At his core, Kol Mikaelson is a character driven by contradiction. He wants freedom but fears abandonment. He craves love but distrusts vulnerability. He acts reckless but hates feeling powerless.
Psychologically, Kol can be understood as someone exhibiting emotional dysregulation, impulsivity, fearful avoidant attachment patterns, and defensive aggression shaped by centuries of neglect, invalidation, and unstable family dynamics.
He is not simply the chaotic brother.
He is the brother who nobody truly learned how to love without trying to control first.
He is often viewed as the “noble” Mikaelson, the calm brother, compared to Klaus’s chaos. But psychologically, Elijah is one of the most emotionally repressed and internally fractured characters in the entire universe. Everything about Elijah is built on control.
His suits, his manners, his speech, his restraint. None of it is accidental. Elijah creates structure around himself because structure keeps his emotions contained. Psychologically, Elijah survives through repression. Instead of expressing anger, grief, guilt, or fear naturally, he buries those emotions beneath discipline and responsibility.
From childhood, Elijah has become the emotional stabilizer of the Mikaelson family. Esther and Mikael’s household is violent, unstable, and emotionally damaging long before they become vampires. Klaus is abused. Rebekah is emotionally neglected. Kol acts out. Finn withdraws. In the middle of all of this, Elijah quietly takes on the role of protector. That role eventually becomes his identity.
Psychologically, Elijah exhibits caretaker conditioning. He believes his value comes from holding the family together and cleaning up everyone else’s messes. His self worth becomes tied to being dependable, rational, and emotionally controlled.
You can see this throughout both The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Elijah constantly sacrifices his own emotional needs to maintain family stability. He forgives Klaus repeatedly, even after centuries of betrayal and violence, because Elijah feels psychologically responsible for saving him.
One of Elijah’s biggest psychological contradictions is that he desperately wants to see himself as moral while repeatedly participating in horrific violence. He clings to ideas of honor, loyalty, and nobility because those ideals separate him from the brutality surrounding him. But underneath the polished exterior, Elijah is just as capable of violence as Klaus.
The difference is that Elijah controls his violence instead of displaying it openly.
That repression becomes psychologically destructive over time.
You can see the clearest representation of this in The Originals through the “red door” storyline. The red door symbolizes Elijah’s compartmentalization. Instead of processing traumatic memories and violent impulses, Elijah locks them away mentally and pretends they do not exist.
That is classic emotional compartmentalization.
People who rely heavily on repression often separate painful emotions from conscious awareness in order to continue functioning. Elijah does this constantly. He presents calmness externally while internally carrying centuries of guilt, rage, and emotional exhaustion.
And eventually, those buried emotions begin breaking through.
Whenever Elijah loses control, the violence is extreme because the emotions behind it have been contained for so long. His calmness is not emotional peace. It is pressure management.
Another important part of Elijah’s psychology is his relationship with Klaus.
Elijah’s identity becomes emotionally tied to Klaus’s redemption. He genuinely believes Klaus can become better, and much of Elijah’s life revolves around helping that transformation happen. Psychologically, this creates a savior complex. Elijah needs Klaus to improve because if Klaus cannot be redeemed, then Elijah’s sacrifices lose meaning.
That possibility terrifies him.
It is why Elijah repeatedly tolerates behavior from Klaus that destroys him emotionally. He convinces himself that loyalty and unconditional support are virtues, even when they become self destructive.
And beneath all of Elijah’s restraint is enormous anger.
Not explosive anger like Klaus. Controlled anger. Silent anger. The kind that sits beneath the surface for centuries.
You occasionally see cracks in it during moments when Elijah feels betrayed, powerless, or emotionally overwhelmed. His violence in those moments is shocking precisely because he spends so much time suppressing emotion. The audience is reminded that Elijah is not naturally gentle. He is disciplined.
There is a difference.
Elijah also struggles deeply with vulnerability in romantic relationships. His connection with reveals this clearly. Around Hayley, Elijah allows himself moments of emotional honesty and desire, but guilt constantly interferes. He struggles to prioritize his own happiness because psychologically, he believes responsibility must always come before personal fulfillment.
That belief traps him emotionally.
Even when Elijah wants peace, love, or freedom, part of him feels undeserving of those things because he has spent centuries defining himself through sacrifice and damage control.
Another major aspect of Elijah’s psychology is shame.
Although he appears composed, Elijah carries immense shame over the violence he has committed and the person he truly is beneath the “noble” image. His polished appearance functions almost like psychological armor. If he maintains control perfectly enough, maybe he can distance himself from the monster underneath.
But repression cannot erase reality.
And deep down, Elijah knows that.
Psychologically, Elijah Mikaelson exhibits emotional repression, compartmentalization, caretaker conditioning, savior complex tendencies, chronic guilt responses, and identity fixation centered around responsibility and control.
He is not the epitome of stability
He is the Mikaelson who learned to repress his chaos and feelings.
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sorry for getting to this late, dear anon - but how do you know this is something we've discussed before? are you stalking us 🔪
but anyway, we do have some thoughts on this!
i'm not sure if you mean 'vampire pat' as in completely evil, or want a more gory, animalistic sort of direction (which is also cool. it would Not be the first time we've thought about Evil pat) but we went a slightly lighter route, at first!
we got this idea back when nisha said pat's mouth reminded them of the scene in 'pride and prejudice' when lizzie's aunt remarked 'there's something so pleasant about mr darcy's mouth when he speaks.' have you seen how pretty pat's is? we NEEDED to see him with fangs of some sort.
look at those canines, LMAO. anyway, some of his backstory and general headcanons -
as nisha said, pat doesn't really feel like an old soul, like all the way back from the 1800s or something, but he may have been born earlier, like in the 1940s, 50s, something like that.
he fits the vibe of being a sort of rebel in his generation, had the ideas of more forward thinkers, y'know? (he'll always be our Woke Captain, hehe.)
mayhaps he got turned when he was 28, and has been stuck that age since.
in present day, we really like the 'recluse living in an extravagant, mysterious castle smack-dab in the middle of nowhere, where travellers stumble across' sort of vibe for him.
he's sort of a vegetarian, or whatever you may like to call it, in our eyes. doesn't feed on humans (he's had tons of practise), probably turns to animals and blood banks, keeps to himself - of course, he'd have had a lot more trouble controlling himself in the early days after he got turned.
have you seen him in media appearances? the man's eyes look like a serial killer's. eerily blank, it can be so fucking creepy. but imagine that in this au - he seems flawlessly perfect, can charm anyone, but the barely contained bloodlust in his eyes. his smile a little bit off, as if he knows how humans are supposed to smile, but has forgotten it. the eyes Always give it Away
it's a pretty yummy concept to have him lure travellers to his castle to feed on them, manipulate them into trusting him. you know how vampires need verbal consent to enter someone's house? that, but him manipulating people into saying yes to anything he wants, their loyalty, or their protection, their trust, or their body (for feeding. we're not going that dark)
but also - consider a more crack sort of vibe to this -
he plays practical jokes on the travellers. c'mon, man never gets any company, he just likes to have some fun :))
some poor exhausted hiker takes shelter in the mansion, ushered in by the owner shrouded in shadow with unnaturally bright eyes and the entire castle eerily dark
after resting up, the hiker asks if they could pull back the drapes somewhere, turn on some lights? pat Creepily says "we do Not do that in this House" and flashes a bright smile
there's not a mirror ANYWHERE to be found in the house, not in any bathrooms, anywhere
pat doesn't eat in front of the hiker. just Stares. when he's asked if he's going to have something, he merely says "oh, i don't need to." ....okay.
pat pours the hiker wine, but the colour of the 'wine' in his glass is a little... unsettling. he's asked, "is that red wine?" and pat just chuckles. "sure, let's go with that." paired with Creepy smile
eventually, all the poor travellers kept for pat's own amusement are scared off by something that finally sets them off. maybe he leaves a bag of blood in the fridge.
bonus - somewhere in the middle of brainstorming, we got the idea of a vampire x werewolf au, born from the concept of a vampire draining his prey of blood, and the werewolf eating the flesh. practical. Soulmates 🥹
we decided that mitchy starcy fit the vibe of the werewolf the best - imagine him as a messy, wild, dark werewolf? feral? come on 👅
we had some Thoughts about how their first meeting would go!
mitch, during a full moon, caught the scent of the animal blood pat stores in his castle, and desperate to eat, tracked him down. maybe he was chasing some prey, a poor deer or something, and ended up finding pat's castle, completely starving.
turns back to human as the full moon passes, and pat finds him extremely weak, looking half-dead at his front foor
we thought that mitch would have some heightened senses even in his human form, a bit of the werewolf still in him - he can hear heartbeats, smell blood, so he'd be able to recognise pat for what he truly is - but right now, mitch is so weakened and spent after the full moon that he can't even notice
nisha had the idea that when pat finds him - this raggedy, exhausted, seemingly frail 'human' at his doorstep, blinking up at him - and all mitch can blurt out is "oh, wow, you're really pretty..." and passes right the fuck out
pat is Vain in every single universe. he'll take any traveller in that happens across him, of course, and have some fun with them, but that little statement can't help but make him want to be a little sweeter to mitch
he nurses mitch back to health, lets him rest, until mitch can finally come to a little bit more in control of his senses - and he sees his savior and for the first few seconds - what's off about him? and then mitch realises the 'man' who saved him doesn't have a heartbeat
after that, all the telltale signs are immediately clear. the mansion is shrouded in darkness, no mirrors, the owner doesn't eat - but for the meantime, mitch needs to recover from the full moon, he's still weak, and certainly weak enough for a vampire to overpower. he doesn't know pat doesn't feed on living humans, of course he's wary!
pat is Not aware of mitch's dilemma. he sees mitch staring at him wide-eyed after he wakes up and just thinks mitch is still stuck on how pretty pat is (lmao)
(i'm losing a little steam here, but i couldn't resist adding this.)
i imagine there'd be some little part of mitch wondering why pat hasn't fed on him yet, after a couple days pass. all pat has done is be weirdly creepy, but he's also been... nice. he's taking care of whatever mitch needs, nursing him back to strength, being a wonderful host - not very vampire-like behavior.
maybe mitch finally confronts him. pat tries the 'wine' joke on him, and mitch sips his very normal red wine, and stares tight-lipped at pat's glass. "that's not red wine, is it?" pat peers at him, raises an eyebrow. "now, what else would it be?" "oh, i don't know," mitch shrugs, his gaze darkening. "blood."
safe to say, pat has never been in this situation before - its the first time in decades someone has managed to shock him into dropping his perfectly placed veneer of charm
he stammers, tries to get back in control, convince mitch (gaslight him) that its not blood, that's simply absurd! mitch is not Having any of it
"what are you even saying?" pat forces out a laugh. "what, am i a fucking vampire or something -" "yes," mitch says, flat. "that's exactly what i'm saying. you are a vampire. you don't eat in front of me. there's no light in this mansion of yours. you live in the middle of nowhere. there's no mirrors anywhere in here - i've checked, believe me. and that's literally blood -"
maybe pat tries to deny it further. maybe, for a sliver of moment, he considers breaking his Rule and just - getting rid of mitch. its just one human, right? and he knows too much! pat can't have him ruining his peaceful existence!
as he's flailing for a solution, mitch goes on - "what i just want to know - why haven't you fed yet? why am i still here, completely fine? you've had dozens of opportunities over the last couple of days. how have you resisted?" pat tries to insist, that he doesn't drink human blood, he keeps to himself, he doesn't harm any person!
"you can't tell me you don't want to kill me right now," mitch interrupts him. "i know too much, don't i?" a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "tch, you waited just a tad too long. i only needed two days to get my strength back."
pat is a bit too far into shock to ask him what that means, but mitch tells him. "you had your chance after the full moon. i was too weak to tell then, but as soon as i woke up, i knew." he leans closer. "no heartbeat. no scent of blood. no light behind your eyes. i couldn't do anything about it then, but -" he bares his teeth. "you'll find a werewolf's strength trumps a vampire's."
this is SO fucking long. anyway, people sitting through this are welcome to write out/provide their own interpretations of how these two overcome their differences, and actually get together (because i am fully out of steam. i don't know where all that ☝️came from.)
lastly, some headcanons of what the supernatural couple are actually like together (nsfw) a bit dead dove, so mind yourselves!
mitch could literally eat pat. sink his teeth into pat's flesh and leave him a bloody mess, and pat would heal, the marks would disappear in a few hours. and pat would beg him for it. 👅
pat is freezing cold to the touch (seeing how he is, in fact, a corpse) and mitch radiates heat, so much so that even a brush from mitch's finger burns pat for that moment of contact, and he welcomes it. that fleeting moment of pain is worth it.
mitch is obsessed with marking pat up, even though he knows whatever he leaves on pat's skin would never last. the wolf in him wants to claim his territory, so to speak
at some point, mitch's curiosity would get the better of him, and he'd ask if pat could really control himself that well - would he be able to drink a little from mitch? and does it actually. Feel good?
pat's been dreaming about this for so long. of course he agrees.
the first time they try, pat pulls off way too early from mitch's neck, terrified of going too far and doing permanent damage to mitch, and finds his boyfriend in a blissed-state of shock, swaying where he is, blinking up at pat (spoiler alert - yes, it does feel good, being fed from. as long as the blood isn't drained from you lmao)
it turns into a ritual of sorts for them. before the full moon, when mitch is at his hungriest (and most aroused) - he marks pat up - pat drinks from him to get stronger - pat has some fun with a dizzy, pliant mitch while he recovers from bloodloss - after mitch has regained his strength, he fucks pat into next week
imagine - pat losing control sometimes at how sweet mitch's blood tastes that he licks sloppily at the bite wounds to drink all it up and mitch's eyes roll back in his head
mitch absolutely fucks pat in the woods where their property is one night, goes completely feral
has to chase pat down because he can't stand being away from his mate at literally any point. pat would absolutely suggest making it a chase
and that is. All i have. thank you for coming to my ted-talk 🙂↕️this is probably not what you wanted, anon, heh. you are welcome to tell me more about your own interpration of this au, please and thank you 🫶
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today's the perfect day to remind everyone that ellyse perry has more runs in cricket world cup knockout matches than sachin tendulkar and more goals in soccer world cup knockout matches than cristiano ronaldo
the pitch lore is so delicious like let's bring back active chronically online cricketers please there's so much in there (remember when starcy texted a virat fan account instead of virat himself on twitter and it was like the sweetest "olive branch"-ish message ever he is so cute so courteous 🥺)
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