A/N Here is part two. This story is not for Caroline or 'Klaroline' fans. Damon, Elena, Stefan, Jeremy, Bonnie or Tyler fans won't like this fic either. So, don't send me hate because i'll report or delete your review. I've warned you, so read at your own risk. But to those who may have liked this story, please leave a review.
we're brothers—always and forever
Part Two
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"Family is power, Niklaus. Love, loyalty — that's power. This is what we swore to one another a thousand years ago, before life tore away what little humanity you had left, before ego, before anger, before paranoia created in this person before me someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother. This is us, the Original family, and we remain together, always and forever. "
— Elijah Mikaelson to Klaus Mikaelson
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"Brother?"
Klaus looked up from his phone, having finished informing Rebekah what had truly happened at the Gilbert home, as Kol's mischievous voice entered the room, demanding attention like always, and he turned around to see his younger brother carrying an aluminium baseball bat over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled, a cruel smirk on his lips as he imagined punishing Damon Salvatore once again for crossing him. He had spent the last few hours waiting impatiently for his revenge on the Gilbert's and their friends, not only for what they had done to him, but he wanted them to pay for killing Finn and for almost destroying their family. He would never admit it, and he had resented his oldest brother a great deal, but he was still his brother and his death hadn't been avenged yet. His brother, despite his flaws, was still blood and that did mean something to Kol.
Even though they had lost their way, and didn't see eye to eye, their family had unspoken rules
The first, and the most important one was that nobody outside their family hurt them and if they did, their death was sure to be painful. It had always been that way, ever since his brothers had beaten up an older boy who liked to pick on Rebekah. He remembered Elijah telling Kol, who was only a year older than his sister at the time, that family came above all and those who dared to break that bond suffered without mercy. Ever since then, Kol had always kept his part of the deal, in his own way. He fought with his family, he tortured Rebekah about what a love-sick fool she was, he mocked Klaus and disobeyed Elijah's rules, but there hadn't been a time where Kol hadn't gotten revenge on those who attempted to harm his family. He, as well as his siblings, had hurt one another more times than they could count, but despite their differences, they would never accept an outsider doing the same thing.
Klaus tilted his head, an annoyed look in his eyes as he replied to his brother."Is that what you've been doing for the last hour? Deciding which baseball bat you're going to use to swing at Damon Salvatore? I thought that you were contacting your witches?"
"I also took the time to look my best, Nik. Something you should think about. We may be slaughtering people tonight, but it looks bad on us if we do not brush up well. I can't tell you how long it took to get rid of the scent of vervain they sprayed me with."
Klaus opened his mouth to scold his brother, close to losing patience with Kol when he was interrupted by four middle-aged women entering the front room. They nodded politely at the hybrid and he noticed that they were carrying a map, and that Mystic Falls had been marked off. They also carried several other items that he had seen Bonnie use whenever she done a spell, as well as other witches he had encountered before. They turned their attention to Kol, eager smiles on their faces, but they looked like they had been working hard, coming off tired. He could also feel the power the witches held, much more than Bonnie had, and he couldn't stop himself from chuckling. His brother may be somewhat self centred and sadistic, but he wasn't stupid, Klaus knew how smart his brother was, especially when it came to getting what he wanted. He had a lot of respect for witches, and was close with a lot of powerful bloodlines, something that had come into good use for Klaus over the years.
He had forgotten how much he had missed his brother, not that he would ever tell him that.
"It is done, Mr Mikaelson. You and your family are free to enter the Gilbert home for the next twenty-four hours. We have also granted your other wish."
He shook his head when Kol smiled charmingly at the witches, putting them under a spell of his own."Thank you for your help, darlings. It is greatly appreciated."
They smiled at him before turning to leave the Mikaelson mansion. Kol turned to his brother, grinning widely. "You were saying something, Nik?"
Klaus rolled his eyes at him."What other wish of yours have they granted, brother?"
"The Bennett witch. She has been confined in her home for the next twenty four hours. She would ruin our fun, so my witches have done a very powerful spell to keep her locked inside of her home until we're finished."
"...and what if she tries a spell of her own?"
"She becomes weak. Compared to their bloodline, the Bennett witch is nothing. She would be fighting a losing battle."
Getting rid of the Bennett witch had been Kol's first task for the witches. He had known their family for a long while, and had taught them for a period of time. They had come in handy for his family over the years, and in return for their friendship, they had given them protection against the supernatural community until they were strong enough to fight on their own. It was better to have some witches on their side than against them. A lot of them were 'original groupies' which was what Kol liked to call his relationships with witches and vampires who worshipped the Original family. Klaus walked over to his brother, patting him on the back, his way of telling Kol that his hybrid brother was somewhat proud of him.
"Now, all we have to do is wait for Elijah to return. I haven't told him about the attack, but he knows that we have an emergency."
Kol nodded, but Klaus could see how impatient he was, it made him laugh."What about 'Bekah? Or is she too busy pining for that human boy-"
"KOL!"
Kol was cut off when a sob hit his ears, and he found himself being pulled into someone's arms. Because of his shock, his bat fell to the ground and it took him a second to realize that his sister was in his arms. Blonde was all he could see as Rebekah clung to him, and always the most sensitive one, he could hear her quiet cries. They mocked eachother, they argued constantly, but even though they would never admit it, the two would never handle it if something horrible happened to the other. He met Klaus' eyes as their sister refused to be parted with her youngest older brother, nails digging to hard into his jacket that they actually pierced his skin through the layers he was wearing.
"Becks, I know that you adore your most handsome brother but we've got to go, people to kill."
"Shut up!"
She swatted at his arm, still hugging him to her protectively as if she needed to be sure that he was still standing. Klaus rolled his eyes, hiding how moved he was by the scene, and he attempted to pull his sister off of their brother but she refused. Kol, copying his brother, rolled his eyes even though he was enjoying being noticed for something other than his troublesome ways. Awkwardly, he hugged his sister back when her tears become too much to bear.
Klaus sighed, not wanting to waste time."He's right, Bekah, Elena's all yours if you let our brother go before you accidentally break a few of his bones." He said, knowing that his words would work.
At the mention of the doppelgänger she had wanted to kill since she had daggered her, Rebekah slowly lifted her head from Kol's chest, turning her head towards Klaus. He let out a sympathetic breath when he saw her glassed over eyes. Rebekah crying was something that he could never handle, something that hit his heart, and although Klaus wouldn't ever say it out loud, he would do anything to make her eyes sparkle again. Rebekah was the heart of their family, she was what kept them together, she was the sensitive one and like Elijah, clung to her humanity. Truth be told, she was Klaus' humanity, another reason as to why he was so possessive of her and couldn't let her go.
Before he could stop himself, Kol wiped Rebekah's wet cheeks as the blonde whispered."Fool me once Nik, fool me a thousand times. You'd never give up your chance to finally have your hybrids."
"After tonight, my hybrids mean nothing to me. Thanks to Kol and some of his witch friends we've been given access to the Gilbert home. They have nowhere to run, sister and if they try, we hunt them. We make each suffer for the trouble they have caused us. We kill them all in the name of our family."
Kol, noticing how even though Rebekah was responding, that she still hadn't let her fingers uncurl from his sleeve. At Klaus's words, his head snapped up, eyes narrowing as a question came to him."What about your blonde friend, Nik? She's had a hand in trying to take us down. She was the pretty distraction for you when I was daggered after mother linked us."
Klaus' eyes dropped from Kol's, the determined look on his face turning to a blank one. He didn't reply, instead, they were interrupted by his phone. The blonde vampire was a touchy subject for him, and truthfully, he was torn between loyalty and the soft spot he had for her. It was true, she'd had a hand in attacks on their family in the past, and although she hadn't taken place in some of them, she had willingly used herself to keep him occupied or had been in the background. Kol and Rebekah shared a look as Klaus pulled out his phone.
From: Elijah
Message: I have just entered Mystic Falls, i'll be with you shortly.
Placing his phone back in his pocket, Klaus told his siblings."That was Elijah. He'll be here any second."
"Just so you all know, Elena is mine. I have been waiting for this for years. You cannot take that back, Nik."
Klaus and Kol nodded before the younger brother piped up."Then Damon Salvatore is mine, including little Gilbert."
Rebekah thought for a moment. She had waited to get revenge on Damon for what he did to her, but would never trade Elena for the Salvatore brother. Finally, she replied."Agreed, but only if you make sure he knows he hasn't gotten away with what he did to me."
Kol nodded, agreeing to the terms his sister laid out. They spoke of their attack as if it were items on a shopping list, as if they had done it many times before, which they had. Rebekah and Kol were often considered partners in crime in their family. It didn't matter if they argued or were in the middle of a spat, whenever his sister needed him, he was there. Whether it be to torture someone for information, to help her get revenge, Kol was the first person she went to. He would drop whatever he was doing, return from his trips of exploring the modern world to help his sister. If he got to kill someone, that was just a bonus. He would never say it, but he was just pleased to be apart of their life. Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah had always been their own family, that only contained the three of them, and Kol had always felt like he was the burden. He was there just because he happened to share blood with them.
He was never allowed to be apart of the 'always and forever' promise they'd made to one another.
It had taken a close brush with sure death to make them notice him.
"While we make sure that the others haven't run, you do whatever you need to do with Damon. He's in the cellar in the boarding house because of your compulsion." Klaus informed, and Kol, shifted from foot to foot, like a boxer ready to fight.
The three were interrupted when the slam of a front door echoed throughout the house. He heard quick but still calm footsteps make their way through the house until they reached Klaus' study. In his signature suit, strolling into the room, Elijah appeared, seeming collected, but his eyes held concern. He knew that Klaus wouldn't have contacted him it wasn't important, and because of his brother's vague description of what happened, he had gotten there as quick as he could. He accepted the hug Rebekah pulled him into, brushing a kiss across her forehead, eyes trailing over his siblings, releasing the breath he had been holding when he saw that all three were there. Since Finn's death, the already protective Elijah had been keeping track of all his family, even Kol during his travels. He had left, their bickering too much to bear, but hadn't stopped keeping an eye on them once in a while.
He couldn't lose another sibling. He wouldn't.
"What's happened? Why did you call me in the middle of the night, Niklaus?" Elijah demanded, noticing something was wrong.
Kol pulled the white oak stake from his jacket pocket, handing it to his elder brother for safe keeping."Your precious doppelgänger and her brother tried to kill me tonight, brother."They trapped me, inviting me into the house for a so-called truce when they were planning to kill me to finish the hunter's tattoo."
Elijah went silent and they each waited for his reaction. Elijah may be the most honest and moral of them all but their was something that nobody, even his family, ever wanted to experience and that was his wrath. Even Klaus himself. The hybrid was the most hated of the Originals, he was paranoid and reckless. Kol was just as paranoid and considered the most wildest of them all but Elijah, he was the most dangerous. You never knew what he was thinking, what his next reaction could be and that was terrifying. But there was one thing that Elijah never stood for, one that he would gladly break his rules for and that was someone hurting his family. Family was the most important thing to Elijah, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for them.
He straightened his suit, eyes darkening, and with the calmest tone he could muster, he asked."Tell me everything that took place."
Instead of Kol, the hybrid spoke up, voice flat."You are familiar with Kol's attempts to stop us all finding the cure because of Silas, and his mission to stop Jeremy's mark spreading, brother, which has been a pain in the arse, by the way. Jeremy and Elena, from what it looks like, had been planning to kill Kol to protect the Gilbert brother. They invited him in under the pretence to discuss a true, which we know that Kol would never stand for. They took matters into their own hands and were close to killing him to spread the mark, if we think about Kol's body count over the years. I arrived during the midst of their fight but couldn't enter."
Klaus stopped, letting Elijah process his words before adding."They had the white oak stake and was seconds away from killing him which was stopped when I managed to stop them. They had planned this, brother, they managed to overpower him by spraying him with vervain and stabbing him with a meat cleaver. He would have never managed to get into the house if they hadn't set a trap for him. They knew exactly what they were doing."
Elijah's jaw clenched, his hands turning into fists as he looked over at Kol. His youngest brother. The one who he had held first after being born. Who had told Elijah that he was his hero when he was a child."Do you truly believe that Silas is real Kol?"
At the mention of Silas, Elijah saw true fear flash in his eyes, something that never happened. Kol never feared anything."He is, brother. I wouldn't have bothered with these children if I wasn't sure. I know he is, and what he will do if they wake him, which is why I acted. The cure isn't worth it, whoever finds it will take us all down, immortal or not. I happen to like the world the way it is."
Elijah nodded, thinking about the information he had been given, the reasons behind Kol's actions before the attack on him. Kol wouldn't have done anything if he didn't believe, heart and soul, that Silas wasn't just a story. He was protecting his family, in his own way. Rebekah, eyes wide, stared at Kol, hearing the shake in his voice. She wanted the cure, she really did, but if her brother had done all this, going after Jeremy, being more murderous than he usually was, it created doubt in her mind. But, what she had always wanted was a family, one that fought for eachother, who knew what love any loyalty was. Rebekah watched her brothers speak, Elijah in an understanding tone while Klaus took the stake from his brother, placing it somewhere safe. Her family was finally returning to what they used to be. They were all together, no doppelgänger, no hybrids to come in between them, just each-other.
This was it.
This was the family she had missed all those years. No cure could replace this.
The cure was soon gone from her mind when Kol, wanting to forget about Silas, harshly pulled on her blonde locks.
"KOL! I will not tell you again, stop doing that!"
He chuckled, amused."As soon as it stops being funny, sister. What are you doing? You seemed...distracted."
"I was thinking, you oaf. You should try it some time."
"Such harsh fighting words from a blonde. Did you come up with that all by yourself?"
Scolding his bickering siblings with a grin, Klaus cut into the conversation."We are going to kill them all, Elijah. We have already made our plans, we have had the witch confined to her home, have managed to get unlimited access to the Gilbert residence, and they are all going to die tonight. Then, we are leaving this town and never returning. You can either join us or let them win, brother."
"You know that I will join you, family above all, brother. They will not get away with this, not after what happened with Finn. What about your hybrids, Niklaus. Are you willing to give up your only chance at making your army? Are you willing to let Elena and the cure slip through your fingers? The power you've craved for one thousand years?"
"Family is power, Elijah. For the first time, i've finally understood the meaning of your words."
Klaus smirked, picking up the bat that was on the ground. He tossed it to his younger brother. He placed his hand on Kol's shoulder, eyes telling his brother that he meant his words.
"Family is power."Kol repeated, gazing at his bat.
"Before we make our appointment at the Gilbert home, brother, i've got a stop to make."
Salvatore Boarding House—Mystic Falls
"What the hell are you talking about? You can't leave your house? Try turning the door handle, bon-bon and walking out the front door."
"Don't yell at me, Salvatore. I've tried all I can, but it's like...it's like a force is keeping me in or something. Nothing I try works. My next door neighbour has tried to get in after I called her, but nobody can get in and I can't get out!"
"Why not try some of that witchy juju? Elena needs you. I can't leave because i'm still compelled to kill Jeremy and the Addams family has declared war, and they need all the help they can get."
Damon held his mobile to his ear, close to breaking the plastic as Bonnie replied. Stefan had told him what had taken place at Elena's home, and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't be near the home without wanting to kill her brother, thanks to Kol's compulsion that still had a great amount of effect. While he had went over to help keep the two safe, along with Caroline, Stefan had given Damon back his phone to call and tell Bonnie the news. But, for some reason, the witch couldn't leave her house and he was close to losing his temper. With him trapped in the cellar and Bonnie locked in her house, the rest didn't stand a chance, if there was even a chance against the Originals to being with.
They were screwed.
"Don't you think I know that?! I told you, I can't do anything. My magic doesn't seem to have an effect. Whoever has done this is much more powerful than I am, Damon. I'm trapped until it wears off or something, I don't know."
Her voice broke at the end of the sentence and Damon felt a twinge of guilt."Just calm down. I think this has something to do with a certain Mikaelson brother. It-It's not your fault. I'll keep you posted if Stefan does the same to me."
"I'm sorry."
"Right back at you, bon-bon."
Hanging up, Damon tossed the phone to the end of the bunk. He shifted, and uncomfortable feeling in him as he imagined how Elena was. He was all for the Mikaelson's dying, but not if it was at the hands of them. If they managed to kill them all at the same time, he would be first in line, but killing one and being left with the rest? He shuddered at the thought of their wrath. He knew that, either way, killing Kol or not, it wouldn't have ended well for any of them. They fought, bickered, hurt eachother but in the end, they stuck together. He could only imagine what they were going to do to the woman he loved, and Damon was powerless. Rubbing a hand over his face, his eyes full of fear, Damon leaned against the wall behind him, doing what he had done most of the day. He returned to tossing his ring in the air, catching it before doing it again.
All of a sudden and before he could react, the door was kicked open, a gush of wind hit him and Damon was tossed against the brick wall.
"What the he-"
He was cut off when something hard hit against the side of his head, making him see black for a moment before he was kicked onto his back. The kicks returned, breaking a few of his ribs, winding the elder Salvatore. His vision blurry, Damon couldn't see who was attacking but had a good idea when, what he was sure was a bat, smacked him again, this time, against his shoulder, keeping him down. Damon coughed, spitting out the blood that was caused when he hit the wall. He, using all the strength he had, jumped onto his feet. But, it did him no good when the bat swung at the back of his legs, and he fell down once more.
"Hello, darling. Missed me?"
Damon, tasting more blood in his mouth, spat once more."I could say the same to you, baby Mikaelson. Just can't keep away from me?"
"So much zest from a man about to lose the love of his life. Or is it Stefan's love? You know, I just can't keep up with you lot. Tell me, sweetheart, who gets the lovely Elena on the weekends? Or do you share her more during the week, you get her Monday's and Thursday's, and give her a break?"
Wounds healing, Damon let out a snarl, lunging for Kol. But the Original only side stepped him, kicking him roughly in the back, sending him down once more. Kol chuckled, towering over the weaker vampire, tapping the bat on his temple, a silent warning.
"Now, now, no need to get so worked up, mate. I was only having a bit of fun."
Kol missed a beat, a slow grin creeping onto his face."Surely Stefan gets Monday's? While you, darling, receive the left overs. The usual pattern."
"Go to hell."
Kol rolled his eyes, moving so that his foot was above Damon's broken ribs. He pressed down hard, a loud, agonizing groan coming from the younger vampire."You'll be there soon, love. Don't worry...you're brother will be arriving just shortly after you."
Damon held up his hands when the bat came down on him once more, each hit more painful than the last. He heard the sound of his bones breaking, echoing in his ears, along with Kol's laughter. It was seconds, but felt more hours when the Original stepped away once more, leaning against the cellar door. He watched as Damon, never one to back down, stood up on shaky legs. He hadn't been receiving much blood, only enough to keep him alive, so his wounds were taking longer to heal, and his bones, even slower. Steadying himself against the wall, he waited for what was to come.
Knowing he wasn't going to be alive much longer, Damon rasped out, lying through his teeth."Elena and Stefan had nothing to do with the plan to kill you. It was me, all me. I was pissed that you compelled me to kill Jeremy...and wanted you gone."
Kol just chuckled, balancing the now bloody bat on his shoulder as he sauntered over to Damon."I'm old, Damon, but hardly senile. You are not stupid, you're a love sick fool, something that normally gets confused for the other. You do realize that if that girl wasn't in your life...you and your brother would have lived a lot longer?"
Damon opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out as Kol swung at him again, but this time, the hit was much harder than the rest. He thought it was impossible, considering how painful the others were and wondered just how strong the Original was. The bat came down on Damon several more times, his screams, which he gave up on biting back a long time before, echoed off the brick walls. He was going to die. He was going to die, and he was going to be alone. There was nothing he could do to save his younger brother or the people he had grown to care for. He was never going to see Elena again, and Damon fought the tears in his eyes as the pain became too much to bear.
"All of this, standing against my family, all the people that have died, losing your brother, wouldn't have happened if it weren't for the doppelgänger." Kol mocked as if it were a joke to him, which it really was.
It was pathetic in Kol's opinion.
He wiped the blood from his face, staring up at the Original."If you think that, then why are you killing me?"
"You still had a hand in killing my brother. You snapped my neck, you humiliated me, and used my sister. That, mate, I cannot let you get away with. See, nobody else gets credit for hurting Bekah, the position has already been filled."
"If you're going to hunt down every man that has slept with your sister and broke her little heart, you're going to have a long night."
Amusement gone from his face, Kol moved quickly, picking up Damon with ease, and spinning around, he pinned him to the door. A second later, he grabbed the makeshift stake from his jacket, wood he'd snapped off of the front door."Say hello to my mother, darling."
Looking him in the eyes, Kol drove it through Damon's heart, impaling him to the thick wooden door with all the strength he could muster. Damon's painful protest was short lived as the wood slid into his heart, his handsome features slowly turning grey. Still pinned to the door, he slumped forward, no more life in him. Kol tilted his head, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked over his work. As a sort of souvenir, he quickly ripped off Damon's daylight ring, pocketing it before he made his way out of the cellar, bat reclaiming it's rightful place on his shoulder.
"Now, we're even."
A skip in his step, Kol began to trail out of the cellar, his next destination to join his family at the Gilbert home. He fished out his mobile but cursed when he couldn't unlock the touchscreen because of the blood on his fingers. He quickly wiped his hands on his new jeans, sighing when he realized that he had liked them. He quickly added his siblings numbers to the same message and sent it to them as he reached the front door.
To: Nik – Bekah – Elijah
Message: I'm on my way. Don't start the party before the host gets there.
I've had messages asking if I was adding to this. I wasn't going to because it was meant to be a one shot, but I found myself writing and I couldn't stop. If you like this, I might add another chapter with the others getting their 'punishment'. I know that Damon was the only one that suffered in this chapter, but I knew that he would be the first person to die on Kol's list.
So, if you would like another chapter, to make it into a three-part thing, please leave a review.
Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
