"How long has it been since he died?"
"What's the point of saying it?"
If he's trying to be a smart ass then he's probably being an even better smart ass then me. I sighed leaning back into the couch of Klaus' mansion. He had literally dragged me here when I tried to talk back to him and his demanding attitude for a 1000 and something year old man he has a bigger attitude then a girl PMSing and that's scary.
"If I want to be able to resurrect him, he needs to have died around a certain time or his spirit would be too connected to the other side"
"About Three weeks"
I breathed in relief, a few days later an his spirit would have been too attached to the other side. The other side would literally drag you there, trap you and torment you, expectantly if you had wronged the world more then once. They really need a better hobby. I squinted my eye's at him, he was too relaxed for someone who's brother might be forever trapped in the other side, cocky bastard.
"When he died were there any remains?"
"Suppose there were, what would be needed, love"
I glared at him and opened my grimoire as I search for the spell. He should be happy I'm actually doing this, I think I'm the one PMSing now. I crackled in my mind, damn now I need a hobby.
"Ashes, something that stayed with him for a long period of time..."
I felt something in my hand the moment I said that. Looking down onto my now, apparently open hand my eye's widened as a lapis lazuli ring was now placed on it. So that's how fast original vampire speed it, well, now I know...
"Well that'll do"
I could feel his breathing down my back as I set down the lapis lazuli ring onto the middle of the salt made circle, candles everywhere. It wasn't like I wasn't worried, one wrong move and the spirits would bring back someone else. What a horrid problem that would cause. I grinned stepping away from the now perfected circle, everything needed. Check.
"You might want to step back"
Well, that's the first time he actually listened to me instead of being a smart alack with his witty remarks, there more annoying as they go on. I turned my head to the side and smiled slightly as I stepped into the circle, closing my eyes. Mother pray for me.
"Vitas Phasmatis, Ex Salito, Revertas Phasmatis. Ut Vectas, Vitas Phasmatos, Ex Salito."
I remembered that every time I would preform a spell my eyes would change, it was the thing that scared my mom the worst, it distinguished me from the rest. Smirking I lifted my eyes in pride, this time nothing blew up, score one for the witch, zero for the spirits. Where the ring should have been now stood someone else. Take that witches!...guess I may not be cursed. Nah...probably still am.
"I guess you kept your promise, family over all, brother"
I remember when I wrote this, I still hate them for what they did to Kol, they are bloody arses.
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