Klaus's POV
He was gone…my baby brother. He was dead. Not just dagger dead, dead dead.
I tried to register the fact but I couldn't. How could he be dead? He was just alive, talking. How could he be dead?
I realized how much I loved him. I may dagger him, threaten him, beat him. But at the end of the day, he was still my little brother and I cared for him.
*Flashback*
Kol was 11 months old . He had learned a lot of words. Mama, papa, love, our names. I wanted him to learn more. So I took my adorable little brother in my arms and started teaching him how to speak 'murder'. I knew it was wrong of me to teach a baby how to speak murder but I wanted him to be exciting and cool. Not a mama's boy.
Kol tried to say murder but only managed to say 'muh-uh'. Well, that was a failure.
A few more weeks passed and I finally taught Kol how to say it. Sadly he said something else too.
'I will murder you'. The words coming out of his mouth seemed so adorable. It was funny how a kid could make threatening words seem so cute.
*Flashback end*
The thought of me teaching Kol how to say murder brought a sad smile to my face. Unfortunately, it also brought tears.
He is dead.
My heart broke and I fell to the ground crying.
I could almost picture my brother saying,
If Rebekah saw you, she'd make fun of you for life.
He couldn't be dead!
I knew crying was useless. I had to get revenge. Everyone involved in his murder HAD to die!
Family, always and forever.
a/n: I know it was short but I just had to write it. Should I continue with longer chapters or let it remain a oneshot?
Let me know!