The phone rang twice before he answered. "Elijah?"
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Kol's dead. Jeremy Gilbert killed him." When there was only silence on the other end, I continued. "I'm leaving Mystic Falls. I don't know where you've been, but I wanted to say goodbye because I might never see you again."
"Take care of yourself, Artemis."
I haven't spoken to any of the Originals since. I packed up a bag and left before Niklaus got home. Elijah wrote me every day though, detailed letters about their lives that I never responded to.
"Dearest Artemis," started the latest one.
There are things you should know, but nothing that I can write. It has taken great tragedy, but we are a family again. And Niklaus will not admit it, but he misses you; more so every day.
Francesca is unraveling and we now know where they are. I have been trying to conduct business as usual, but it is quite difficult when the town is run by her wolves. I prevented the Correas from demolishing one of the city's original foundries.
Camille came by this afternoon looking for Niklaus. I sent her away as quickly as I could. It is dangerous for anyone to be here. She was advocating for Marcel to help with a problem, but that is not an option.
Please come home to us. I understand Kol was your mate, but that does not mean you can't find happiness- that you can't find love in New Orleans. At least you will have family.
Fondly,
Elijah
This was one of those times when he was vague in his messages. Despite Kol's wishes, I still held onto the belief that love is a weakness. Elijah's motto had a point though, family could be power.
"What's that?" John asked in his Irish accent, peering over my shoulder.
"I think I need to go back to America."
"Wonderful," he planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. "I am always up for an adventure."