Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. The only thing I do own are my OCs. This fic is completely AU, so forget about what you have seen on TVD/TO.
A/N: Hi! This very first time I have posted a fic on . Like many other Kol fans, I was very upset with his death. So upset that I needed to write up a fic to help me soothe my pain. I was also greatly disappointed with how TO turned out to be. This fic is my take on how TO should be and I mostly definitely wanted to incorporate Kol into the mix.
He couldn't feel. He couldn't touch. No one could hear his screams. Kol Mikaelson was invisible to the world around him. He was dead; defeated by a baby vampire and an inexperienced hunter. 'How did this happen?' Kol would constantly ask himself. After all, he was an Original Vampire who was over a thousand years old. It boggled his mind how he was defeated so easily. "Your inability to think things through will be the death of you Kol. You allow your anger and ego get the best of you." His mother, Ester, would always tell him.
Kol Mikaelson has always been different from his other siblings. He wasn't noble or moral like Elijah, he wasn't the favorite son like Finn, he wasn't as smart or manipulative as Klaus, he wasn't as loyal as Rebekah was to the family, and he didn't have a pure heart like Henrik. But he was, after all, a warlock. The only warlock born to Mikael and Ester Mikaelson. Kol knew that, that is what set him apart from his domineering father and brothers and sister. The only person who foresaw this was Ester and as a good mother, it was her duty to guide her son on how to use his powers. This gift shared between mother and son created a bond that none of the other Mikaelson children shared.
Everything changed when Henrik was killed on the night of the full moon by a werewolf. His baby brother and Klaus snuck out of the cave the family stayed in to watch the Natives transform. The image of Klaus carrying a bloody and barely breathing Henrik in his arms was as clear to this day as it was the night it happened. He wanted to do everything in his power to heal Henrik, but Ayanna, another witch in the village advised against it. "You can't control what is only natural." She told them. "How is any of this natural? What good is it to have all this power and not use it?" He questioned the older witch at the time.
When his mother heard of an immortality spell, she asked Ayanna if she would help. "Please Ayanna. I can't bear to lose any more of my children. You were a mother once. Can you not, in your heart, sympathize with what I am asking you to do? "Pleaded Ester. "I know what it is like to lose a child. Many times in fact." Spoke the elder witch. "But I cannot allow you to ruin the balance of nature. This immortality spell has consequences, as all spells do." "It was your ancestor who created this spell. You know how to perform it. Please Ayanna, I'm begging you. Help me protect my children."
But it was useless. Ayanna would take no part in helping Ester. So she turned to Kol for help. She knew she would be able to get her son on board with her plan. He too was still grieving for the loss of Henrik, as was the rest of the family. "My son, you mustn't tell the others what we plan to achieve. Not yet at least. They will all know when the time comes." Kol sighed as his mother spoke to him. "Mother, do you think this is wise? What about what Ayanna said. If we achieve this, we could be ruining the balance of nature. Will I have my powers once I become an immortal?" Ester cupped her son's face and looked him the eyes. "Kol, when it comes to family, one must put their own needs before themselves."
And so he did. He trusted his mother and helped her with the ritual. It was Kol who deceived Tatia Petrova in order to retrieve her blood for them to drink. It was Kol who betrayed his best friend, so his family could drink her blood after they woke to turn into immortals. It was Kol who lost his powers and could no longer feel the energy of nature when he became a vampire. It was Kol who made the first reckless kill of an innocent that alienated The Originals from the rest of the villagers. It was Kol who abandoned his family to go off on his own. "Forever and Always" didn't apply to him. That was for Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah.
Now here he was, a thousand years later, on the other side. All alone like he had always been.
"Greetings from the dead." The looks he received from his sister and the quarterback was priceless. Thanks to the Bennett witch the veil between this world and the other side had been dropped. For how long, no one knew.
"Kol. I never thought I would see you again" said Rebekah as she watched her brother walk past her and Matt to get himself a drink at the bar. Kol had to stifle a laugh. "Don't act like you care or that my death broke your heart my dear sister. Could you forget me so easily? Your grief only lasted 24 hours until you started playing besties with my killer."
"Kol, please" pleaded Rebekah.
"Spare me." He interrupted, "I don't have time for this. I have some unfinished business to attend to. The veil is down, but who knows for how long."
"What are you playing to do?" the quarterback dared to open his mouth to speak. Kol chuckled. "I plan on getting my revenge of course. Now, would either of you be so kind to point me to where Ms. Gilbert might be?"
"You stay away from Elena!" screamed Matt. The sound of a bottle breaking on the bar made the two blondes jump in fright. Rebekah knew how dangerous Kol can be when he was angry. He became unpredictable.
"Kol we don't know where Elena is. Just leave, now!"
Kol looked at his baby sister square in the eye. There was a time, long ago where they would have done anything for each other. They would fight, but always knew that there was love for one another. Not anymore. His sister chose her side and it wasn't with him.
With a smirk on his face to hide the hurt he was feeling at being rejected Kol chuckled, "I see you got the quarterback to finally pay attention to you. How weak you have become, little sister."
"And you are a ticking time bomb. You want to know why Jeremy and Elena were able to get the best of you in order to complete his hunter's mark. It's because you don't think things through. You never think or care about the outcomes to your actions." Rebekah stated. She was now standing in front of Matt in order to protect him from Kol. She wasn't going to risk the chance of the boy she could love getting hurt. "You won't win Kol. You never have. So go! Go find Elena to seek your revenge. But hear this dear brother, someone will always stop you. Now do us all a favor and leave!"
"As always, as you wish sister."
The distinct sound of someone crying could be heard as Kol made his way through the cemetery. Even though Elena Gilbert was no longer human, she was still predictable and pathetic as ever. The older vampire stood back to watch her kneel down in front of Jeremy Gilbert's grave. Jeremy, the boy who stabbed Kol in the chest with the indestructible white oak stake, was dead. 'I told you that looking for Silas was a bad idea.' Kol thought to himself as he continued to listen to Elena pour her heart out.
She was grieving. She blamed herself for the death of her brother and admitted that she wasn't strong without him. "I can't handle you being gone. I can't handle feeling like this anymore." She sobbed.
With each passing second, Kol's anger began to rise. No one grieved for him. No one avenged his death. No one cared. He was alone.
Stepping out of the shadows and slowly making his way towards the newborn vampire, Kol made his presence known. "Hello old friend. Pity 'bout your brother. Guess it's just me against you now." Kol charged at Elena and was able to overpower her easily. She wasn't putting up much of a fight this time around. Kick after kick, blow after blow, the Original vampire was succeeding in causing his killer pain.
"Now this is what I've missed. Two people connecting." Kol gleefully said as he continued to kick and punch his victim. "It's lonely on the other side." He confessed.
"I swear being invisible will drive you made. The way you couldn't see me standing in front of you. Feeling my breath on you cheek as I whispered for all the ways I wish for you to suffer." Kol reached out to roughly grab Elena by the throat. "At last, now you can."
"Go ahead Kol." Elena managed to speak as her wind pipe was being crushed, "Kill me. You'll be doing me a favor."
Kol smirked. He couldn't believe it was going to be this easy. The girl was practically begging him to kill her. To put her out of her misery. Who was he to not oblige to someone's wish to have him kill them.
"As you wish darling." He whispered. He had pictured this moment, fantasized about this moment for so long. No one was around to save their precious Elena Gilbert at the hands of Kol Mikaelson. Her brother was no longer alive to intervene, those pesky, annoying Salvatore's were nowhere to be seen, and the Bennett witch had her hands full with Silas. No, Elena was all his.
"What are you waiting for? Get it over with?" Elena croaked out.
"Patience darling, I don't want to rush this moment." Kol confessed as he placed his free hand over Elena's chest. He was going to rip her heart out, slowly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice spoke out behind Kol. He whipped around so fast that he dropped his hold on Elena. At first he was expecting to see the blonde vampire who his brother was smitten with, but before him was someone he didn't recognize. Kol had never seen this person hanging around the MF gang.
"And who may I ask are you?"
The person standing across from Kol plastered a smirk on her face and casually strode towards him.
'Very brave and stupid.' He thought.
"Don't you think granting this young woman's wish for death is…what's the word I am looking for… is too accommodating?" spoke the woman. "I mean she is practically begging for it and you're just going to make her wish come true?"
"I'm not one to deny a person's wish for death, especially if it is at my own hand. Now, do you mind if we stop with the jibber jabber or am I going to have to rip you apart for rudely interrupting me?"
"Always with the threats, Kol. You should be nice to me since I am here to save your worthless life." That caught Kol's interest.
"How do you plan to do that? What are you, a witch?"
"No." The woman simply stated. "But I do know of a witch who sadly was stupid enough to risk her life in order to save yours. I believe at one point in your time you used to parade around with a clan of witches while your family was living in New Orleans. Does the surname Devereaux ring any bells or to be more specific, the name Celine?" She added and took Kol's uncharacteristic silence as a yes to her question.
Slowly and carefully, the woman walked her way towards the Original Vampire. Kol could hear her heartbeat. So far it was steady, but he could make out little beads of sweat on her forehead. She was nervous, but did her best to not show it. The stench of fear wasn't strong enough for him to make out, but another odor made its way to his nose. 'Werewolf.' He thought to himself. A werewolf was standing before him.
"Tell me, how is an animal like you going to help me? Where is this witch friend of yours? Is she going to stop Silas?" asked Kol.
"Silas? What the Hell is a Silas? Look, there are more important things to worry about than this Silas character. He isn't your concern."
Kol groaned and rolled his eyes. When will people start believing him that Silas was a real threat? He started to get even more frustrated as he looked over his shoulder to see that the Gilbert girl had vanished. Now he was furious. Kol blurred over to the werewolf and has his hand firmly around her neck.
"Let her go Kol!" yelled a new voice. Kol noticed the look of relief on the young werewolf's face. A young woman, maybe in her mid-twenties made her way towards the pair before her.
"I said let her go!" she commanded.
Kol just smirked. "And who are you?"
"I'm the one who is offering you a chance to have your life back."
"A name darling. Give me a name."
"First you release my friend, and then I will tell you everything you need and want to know."
"First tell me your name and I'll let your dog go."
"My name is Jane-Ann Devereaux."
"Jane-Ann Devereaux." The name rolled off Kol's tongue with that ever plastered smirk on his face. The werewolf currently in his grasp wanted nothing more than to wipe it from his face.
"I've told you my name, now let Jess go." Jane-Ann begged. Kol averted his eyes from the witch back the girl in front of him. To him, she wasn't much to look at. She was a werewolf, and because of that she meant nothing. Being of the species that killed his little brother, Henrik, was what orchestrated his mother and father's plan to turn their children into immortals. Where he alone, helped fuel their plan to turn their children into immortal beings. He betrayed everything and everyone to help them, because he felt that it was what any good son would do. "Family above all" his father repeatedly told him. Pushing the girl before him aside, Kol walked up to Jane-Ann. He wanted to get to the point of why she wanted to help him.
"How do you plan on giving me my life back? What's in it for you?" he asked.
"That's what I want to know." The werewolf named Jess spoke up and walked towards her friend. "Don't tell me that this whole plan of yours was just to bring him back." she added angrily.
"No!" yelled Jane-Ann. The deceased witch was getting frustrated. Rubbing her face her hands, she let out a deep sigh. For all she knew her plan could back fire. Not only would Jess be in danger, but her younger sister, Sophie as well. "You remember Marcel, right? The vampire you brother, Niklaus, turned?" Jane-Ann asked.
"The street rat? Yes. He wasn't much of anything. Just one of the few humans my brother pitied and took it upon himself to sire the young lad. The last I remember, Marcel's harmless. What does he have to do with this?"
"Everything." Jess was now the one to speak up. "That so-called harmless vampire you remember is no more. He has completely taken over the city. The werewolves were forced out of town, while the witches live in fear. They have no freedom to practice magic. If a witch gets caught…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, wolf girl I got it. I figured it out before you opened your mouth." Interrupted Kol. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jess shake her head and roll her eyes while mouthing the word 'asshole.' Kol still didn't understand how any of this had to do with him. So his brother's prodigy ruled with an iron thumb. Big deal. It wasn't his problem.
"I know you used to be one of us back when you were human. That's why you would hang around witches, to be close to what you were and to be reminded of what you lost. You respect witches. You protected them in the past. I know you protected my great-great-great grandmother, Celine. She wrote about you in one of her journals of how you helped her control her magic." revealed Jane-Ann. Celine Deveraux. Now that was a name that Kol hadn't heard in a long time. He remembers the young witch vividly. She was a naïve, feisty little thing. They encountered each other by accident back in 1905 when Celine was only 16. She lived with her family in a small town outside of New Orleans. Her father was a minister who preached about the dangers of ignoring Christ's love and the wickedness that happens in the city. Celine's mother passed away when she was very young. Mostly likely the cause of death was a spell that went horrible wrong.
"The spell was too powerful for her to handle and her body gave out. At least that's what I remember. I don't know…I was so young when it happened. I was confused. I did not know she was a witch. She must have kept that secret from my father. He does not even know that I am like her as well and he mustn't ever find out. It was not long after my mother's death that he remarried. My step-mother is horrible. I know if she were to ever find out the truth about me, that she would not hesitate to tell father. She will find any way to get rid of me." Celine divulged to Kol one night about her life.
"But she did find out and told your father. She told the whole town about you and what you can do." Said Kol.
"Yes. I guess it was a blessing that you happened to be there at the right time or else I would have been dead." added Celine.
"The townspeople thought she was some kind of demon, they were going to drown in the river. But you, you came in and saved her. You brought Celine to New Orleans where she was introduced to other witches you knew." shared Jane-Ann. The young Devereaux witch was on the brink of tears. It was all getting too emotional for her.
"Jane-Ann, we need to hurry. We don't know how long the veil will stay down. We need to find his body." Jess spoke.
"Right." said Jane-Ann as she wiped her tears and composed herself.
"What? I'm corporeal. Why would you need my body that is burnt to a crisp?"
"You may be corporeal, but you're still technically a spirit. We need your body, so we can put your spirit back into it. Now tell me, where would Klaus put your body to rest?"
"The Falls. It's where I used to play when I was little." he answered solemnly. The image of seeing Klaus carefully carry his body to rest in a cave near the falls would never go away. It was history repeating it's self with Klaus having to endure the loss of a younger brother right before his eyes and cradling their body close to him afterwards. Despite what others would think, Kol did care for the hybrid. It didn't matter to him that Klaus was only half-blood; blood was still blood. He was, after all, the only sibling to show any emotion about Kol's death. The only one who shed a tear. The only one who yelled in a fit of rage. The only one who swore revenge for his death. And the only one to lay Kol to rest.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this happen. I should have been there to stop them. To stop you. I tried, but I failed." Kol remembers Klaus saying as he bid his farewell and left the cave.
"Alright, let's get going." ordered Jess as she led the way out of the cemetery with Kol and Jane-Ann following behind her.
"So Sweets, what kind of resurrection spell are you going to be performing for us tonight?" he asked. For all he knew, Jane's spell would be a failure and he'd be forced back to purgatory once the veil closes. Never in all of his existence has he witnessed a resurrection spell gone right. There was always re-precaution when one brought back the deceased.
"The hard parts already over, I just need to connect with all of the witches in my line to help." answered Jane.
"Are you sure the spirits of your ancestors will help you? I mean, you're trying to bring back nature's least favorite creations." Jess insinuated.
"Hey wolf girl, let the grown-ups talk." scolded Kol
"First of all, the name is Jessica or you can call me Jess, not wolf girl!"
The sudden outburst from the werewolf only made Kol snicker and had to proceed to bite his lips to keep the laughter contained.
"Laugh it up chuckles. If Jane can put you back into your burnt ass body, the healing process is going to hurt like Hell. Isn't that right Jane?"
"Well it depends on how bad the body is burnt. The healing process could take a couple of days."
"Days!" screamed Kol. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. He wanted out of Mystic Falls. He wanted to get as far as away from this dreadful town that contained nothing, but painful memories.
Kol looked over at Jess and asked, "Why are you helping? What's in this for you?" He couldn't understand why a werewolf would be willing to help out a vampire. The two species have nothing but hate towards one another. Vampires were the ones who massacred her species to the point of extinction back in the old days and because of that, they don't come together and help one another in need. Kol was sure that because of his brother's necessity to make hybrids that werewolves would steer clear of anyone associated with Klaus.
"I'm only here to help Jane. That's it."
He stopped walking and turned around to look at the girl. "That's it?" Kol questioned her.
"What? You think I have some kind of hidden agenda?" Now it was Jess's turn to ask the questions.
"I'm not a fool. I think the two of you have something up your sleeve that none of you are sharing. However, I trust the witch a little more than you."
Jess scoffed at his remark and Jane rolled her eyes. The witch was getting tired to their bickering. "Will you two stop!" she yelled. "Kol, Jess is helping as a favor to me. Okay? Now let's get going. We don't have all night." Jane continued and started walking.
"A little warning, she's not someone you want to piss off. Don't let that motherly act fool you." Jess whispered to Kol and quickly jogged to catch up with her friend while The Original followed not too far behind.
The drive to The Falls was a quiet one. All three passengers were in their own world, anticipating what the outcome of tonight's event will be. For Jane, she hoped that her sacrifice won't have been for nothing. 'How did my life end up like this?' she said to herself. Even deceased, Jane wasn't at peace and wasn't sure if she ever would be until the witches were free of Marcel. She still remembers the moment where Sophie was about to give up any hope she had left.
"There's no reason we can't all exist together peacefully. Witches, werewolves, vampires were all created by a source of nature." Sophie Devereaux acknowledge one evening. Both she and Jane travelled outside the city to the small town of Gretna where Jess offered to host a small wake for a fallen servant of nature at her home.
Nandi was her name and she was one of the oldest and most powerful witches in the city. She was never the warmest or friendliest of people, but could be counted on in time of need. The news of her death shocked everyone.
Rumor has it; she was helping two vampire brothers about how to break a sire bond.
"I don't get it. Nandi was one of the few witches who were in Marcel's circle. Why would he kill her?" Jess asked confused.
"Apparently she inflicted pain on one of the brothers. The deal Nandi had with Marcel indicates that she was never to harm any vampires with her magic. She broke his rule and so he took her life." Jane replied.
"Well, let us give a toast in remembrance to Miss Nandi. A woman who was not to be messed with, who respected the balance of nature, sacrificed her freedom, but most of all she will be missed." Jess spoke as she raised her shot glass of whiskey then tossed it down her throat, while the other guests did the same.
"I think I need some air." Declared Sophie and walked out of the house. Jane looked at her younger sister with sympathy and walked after her. "Alright everyone, come on, drink up!" shouted Jess as she put on some jazz music to liven everyone up. It was mostly to keep the witches distracted from what was going on outside. With her werewolf hearing, Jess was able to hear the conversation that was going on between the two.
"I can't take it anymore Jane. I can't just sit and watch our city get taken over. We are going to be hunted, just wait and see. Marcel is going to run the witches out of town. It's going to be like what he did to the werewolves all over again."
Sophie had had enough. Marcel pushed his abuse of power too far. It was time for them to fight back. The witches needed someone on their side to help them fight Marcel and his gang of vampires. They tried to offer a nonviolent coexistence, but the young vampire wasn't going to see eye to eye. He wanted complete and utter control of the city, the witches, and other supernatural creatures.
Seeing how upset Sophie was made Jane's heart ache. She never wanted to see her baby sister in fear or in pain. As the older sibling, it was her job to protect Sophie. They had no one, but each other.
"Sophie listen to me." Said Jane. She grabbed her Sophie by the shoulders to stop her from pacing. "Don't let your fear get in the way of being able to think clearly. We are strong. We are servants of nature and we have to keep our emotions at bay."
"I just don't know what to do anymore. I haven't felt this powerless since Mom died. We have to do something." Cried Sophie.
"And we will, but for the time being I need you to pull yourself together and trust me to come up with a plan."
So far, the only part in Jane's plane that went accordingly was her sacrifice. Or suicide as Jess called it who tried to reason with Jane that they can find another way to bring down Marcel. Especially after delivering the news to the sisters that their so-called "savior" was killed not too long ago.
"I hate to break it to you, but Kol Mikaelson is dead." Said Jess.
"What!" barked Sophie. She couldn't believe it. The one person who might be able to help them was dead. "How do you know?"
"You know that little werewolf girl that keeps bugging about her family, Hayley? Well she hinted that he got killed by some hunter and his baby vampire of a sister. They had possession of a white oak stake; the only weapon that can kill and Original. Completely burned him up and now he is alive no more. Of course he was technically already dead because he was vampire, but now this guy is really dead. Like dead-dead." Shared Jess.
"Great! Now what are we supposed to do?" asked Sophie who was starting to panic looking towards her older sister for a solution.
"We bring him back." Replied Jane.