After spending over a century swallowed in darkness, Kol Mikaelson wasn't very happy about the brightness that suddenly greeted him. His left hand wandered up to his chest, touching the spot, which hosted the dagger that kept him in his forced slumber. All he could feel at the moment was rage. Hot white anger that was directed at his half-brother Klaus; a family connection he really wanted to deny at this moment. He cursed his mother for cheating on his father with a dirty werewolf, because this is exactly what they were in his opinion; a disgusting, filthy abomination of nature. His brother was the worst of all, though; a flee-ridden hybrid.
"Kol.", said a soft voice, which he would recognize anywhere. The youngest Mikaelson brother snapped out of his musings and focused on the person standing next to his coffin. Elijah. He prepared to say something in return, but his oldest and most responsible brother gave him a sign to be silent. Normally Kol wouldn't have given a damn about instructions; however, considering the circumstances were far from normal, Kol was inclined to go against his nature; just this once.
It didn't take him long to process that Elijah and the unknown black haired man next to him were the ones to un-dagger him and he felt a tiny bit grateful. After all, being cooped up in a coffin wasn't fun in the slightest and given the attire Elijah wore, a lot of time passed already. He really felt like killing Klaus in the most gruesome way he could come up with. This feeling intensified when he spotted his second oldest brother Finn, who was tucked away several centuries. They nodded at each other; Finn never was the most vocal person.
Kol couldn't help but look for his younger sister and most favorite sibling Rebekah. He always looked out for her and Henrik, his only little brother, who died due to Klaus recklessness. He felt relieved when his eyes found her; as beautiful as ever.
But then he heard him; his least favorite person in the world; the hated hybrid.
He could see the same resentment in his siblings eyes and the stranger didn't look to happy about the penetrating voice of his brother either. They didn't need words; it was clear to all of them that they would corner Klaus and exact a small portion of revenge right now.
Elijah and the unfamiliar person left first; Kol decided to follow after a small pause, in order to create some tension. It seemed like Finn and Rebekah grasped the concept too; they all had their grand entrance separately, scaring the shit out of Klaus.
Kol never would have expected to see his dead mother again and her wish to mend their broken family came as a shock as well. He couldn't explain, why he agreed to give it a try. However, he knew that he might regret it, especially after learning that the curse had been lifted and that a new doppelganger existed. Now he had to deal with two replicas of Tatia; Katerina, going by Katherine Pierce, and Elena Gilbert. The latter was according to his brother Elijah a far cry from the original and the first doppelganger; not selfish at all. Kol couldn't quite believe it, but he was slightly interested nonetheless. His experience told him that Petrova women only thought about themselves; never about others. Elijah seemed convinced however that this Elena girl cared first and foremost about the people she loved. For some unknown reason this irked Kol a great deal. How could she be so different from the rest of her ancestors?
Kol was determined to find out.
AN: I decided to add another piece to this story. Perhaps more will follow.
Please review. I'd really like to know if I'm any good at writing in English. =)
