Hey, so this is my first fanfiction which is going to be a three-shot, I really hope you'll like it. Please tell me what you think about it, every kind of critique is good but please be nice about it!

English is not my native language, I apologize beforehand for any misspellings or grammar mistakes. If anyone is interested in beta-reading this story just p.m me, that would be amazing!

As for the story itself: This is set in 4x12 after Rebekah is told about Kol's death and in favor of the plot Jeremy won't die in 4x15.

That's about everything I wanted to say, so now enjoy the story :)

Elijah was standing by the window in his hotel room in New York City, sipping on a glass of Whiskey as his sister called him. It's been a while since they last talked to each other.

"Rebekah", he greeted as he picked up the phone. But his sister didn't answer. He furrowed his brows in concern as he heard her crying on the other line. "What happened?"

Clearing her throat she tried to suppress her sobs as she whispered brokenly, "Kol is dead."

Elijah froze. He tried to comprehend the words that were coming from his sister's mouth.

"Elena and her brother set up a trap for him and they killed him", she added quietly, her voice cracking at the end.

Swallowing hard, Elijah finally reacted, "That can't be true. I talked to him yesterday. He was alright." She had to be kidding. Rebekah and Kol must be pulling a prank on him like they did from time to time to drive him mad. It just had to be because Kol couldn't be dead.

"He is dead", his sister told him more firmly but Elijah only shook his head.

"It can't be", he repeated again and again, not willing to believe that another one of his siblings had died.

After muttering these words repeatedly, Elijah snapped out of his trance as Rebekah raised her voice and called loudly, "Wake up, Elijah! He is dead!"

Not being able to keep talking to her, he quickly told her, "I'll be back in Mystic Falls by tomorrow. Take care, sister." He ended the call and sat down on a chair as he stared as his phone.

"Kol is dead", he whispered to himself, feeling like those words were a lie.

His little brother was dead. Gone. Not here anymore. He would never see him again.

Tears were slowly building in his eyes and he took a deep breath as he blinked them away so they wouldn't fall.

But that didn't even matter because Kol was dead and he couldn't do anything to change that.

And it was his fault.

Kol's death was his fault, he just now started to realize that. If he hadn't abandoned his family he would still be alive. Elijah should have stayed with the lot of them, should have supported them and looked out for them. That was his job as their big brother. He was now the oldest of them and he was always too late.

Back when Henry had died, he was too late to stop him and Niklaus from sneaking out in the middle of the night. He had known they were up to something that night as he had seen them plotting together but he didn't do anything. It was his fault that Henry had died.

When Finn died he just took off and didn't care about what would happen to his siblings even though he knew that Esther was still alive, probably planning to murder them once again. If he had stayed, if they were an united front against their mother and Elena's friends, maybe Finn would still be alive.

Then Rebekah told him about Niklaus' death and he hated himself for that. If he hadn't always been that moral, if he looked for the coffin himself instead of striking a fair deal, Niklaus wouldn't even have been in the position where he almost died. They could have taken him to safety first.

And now Kol…

He and his siblings are the Originals, the most powerful creatures roaming the earth and not long ago he thought they couldn't be killed.

He had always assumed his life and his family's lives were never in any real danger as there was no weapon that could kill them. They were stronger and faster than any other vampire. But that didn't mean that they were immortal and Finn and Kol had to pay the price for that foolishness.

It has always seemed impossible to Elijah that someone could kill Kol. He had always been the most reckless and adventurous in their family. He caused mischief and chaos that his siblings needed to fix but he was his little brother and he loved him dearly.

Only now he realized how much he had loved him and regretted never telling him because he would never get the chance to do so ever again. He was his little brother who had always teased and mocked him. Elijah had hated his ability to annoy him to the limit of his patience but right now he already missed it.

No one would ever be able to provoke him as much as Kol did because Kol always knew what would make him squirm the most and he always left a very inappropriate comment that annoyed the hell out of him.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he realized that he would never see Kol again. He would never see that cheeky grin again, or that sparkle in his eyes when he had another idea to cause trouble. Elijah would never fight with him or talk to him again, even if the latter had never been possible with Kol as he almost never stayed serious enough for a real conversation.

There was no one who could make him laugh in tough times the way Kol did. He had always been able to lift his mood even if it was only to roll his eyes at his little brother. He had always challenged Elijah with his commentaries and Elijah always accepted because to mess with his younger brother's antics and also because he had hoped to be some kind of role model for him. He only wanted the best for him…

And Elena, the kind, innocent Elena whose friends he had protected and whom he had always treated with respect, killed Kol. He saved her on multiple occasions and that's how she repays him? Before, he felt a certain attraction towards her and he might even have called her a friend but now he only got angry when he thought about her.

He didn't know what exactly he would do with her but one thing he knew for sure. He would take revenge and Elena would feel as hurt as he felt now.

Determined, he stood up, wiping away his tears and started packing his things before he would leave for Mystic Falls. He had a brother to avenge.