A/N Here is chapter three. I hope you like it.


Spain—1376

"Now, repeat after me, child. Bonjour, mon nom est Kalia."

The five year old sitting across from her teacher, looked down at the sentence she had been told to repeat. Her teacher had written it down to help her word it right and as she looked at the French words, Kalia mouthed them slowly. She stared at the writing a few more minutes, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth before, with as much confidence she could muster, she repeated them.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Kalia." The blonde said, looking up at her teacher for their reaction.

"Very good,"Her teacher, Abel, smiled with a nod, making Kalia smile widely."Now, do you know what that means? Do you remember what I told you just before I said it in French?"

Kalia's face fell as she tried to remember the meaning of what she had just said but came up blank.

"I-I can't remember." Kalia whispered, her blue eyes losing a little of their sparkle.

"Yes, you can. You speak the language very well, all you have to do is believe in yourself." Abel smiled, leaning over the table, tapping the sentence."Just think. Don't rush yourself, you know it."

She knew that Abel had told her the English meaning before saying it in French but she just couldn't remember, no matter how hard she tried. Kalia had never been good under pressure, she always had to have Kol with her to remind her otherwise she would worry herself into a state. Kalia looked down at her paper at the sentence again, trying to piece the puzzle in her mind as she tried to figure the meaning. Abel, who was familiar with Kalia's low confidence in being under pressure, waited patiently across from her. He had been teaching her French for the past year and, under the instructions of Kol, he had been taking it slowly, at Kalia's pace, not at his own. Abel was a patient man but even if he had lost his temper with the child he knew that he'd never see the next day.

But Abel had been the best teacher for Kalia, he gladly went over a few things with Kalia if they slipped from her mind, and made sure to write them down so that she could look over them in between their lessons which happened twice a week. Kalia was a smart child, she just needed to believe in herself more. She wasn't slow or dumb, instead, she just depended on Kol more than she realized for certain things. Even when he wasn't in the room, Abel would catch her looking to her right, where Kol was usually standing, looking for reassurance.

Something that, he knew, rarely happened with other people.

"I can't. I don't remember."

"Yes, you can. It is in your mind somewhere."Abel encouraged."Do not rush yourself. This is not a race, child, take as much time as you need. Clear your mind and try again, all right?"

Kalia straightened in her chair with a nod, wiping her damp cheeks."All right."

"Good."Abel smiled, his finger hovering over the sentence."Now, the sentence has your name in it, which means it has something to do with you, yes?"

Kalia nodded."Yes."

"Do you see anything else that you think you know? Anything that catches your attention?"

Abel was silent as Kalia's blue eyes zeroed in on the words and waited with patience as the five year old looked at the words before, all of a sudden, she let out a gasp, pointing at the sentence."Bonjour! It means 'hello', yes?"

"That's right, Kalia. Well done."Abel praised with a smile."Now, child, do you think you can guess what the sentence means in English, now?"

The blonde five year old worried her lip between her teen again as she tried to think. The puzzle was now beginning to piece together inside her mind. She quickly scribbled the English meaning underneath the words she did understand and as soon as she did, a gasp fell from her lips.

"Hello, my name is Kalia." The blonde five year old whispered, eyes wide with hope as she stared over at her teacher.

"Am I right?"

Abel closed the writing book with a loud snap, a grin crawling onto his lips as Kalia waited impatiently for his answer, almost bouncing on her seat as she waited to see how she did. Her hands met in her lap, small legs kicking in the air because she couldn't reach the floor. Abel opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he was cut off when the door to the large room opened loudly and in walked Kol Mikaelson, dressed neatly as always. As soon as her eyes landed on him, Kalia instantly forgot about her lesson and she jumped down from her chair, running towards Kol, who smirked at her. A wide smile appeared on her face and her blue orbs lit up

"KOL! You're back!"

"There she is!"Kol chuckled, catching her as she lunged into his embrace.

She failed to notice the blood smeared on the collar of his white shirt as she snuggled into his chest, blonde head resting on his shoulder. He never fed around her but she did know that he was a vampire, but she only knew the good parts. Kalia had French twice a week and though he fed during that week he used the lesson to his advantage and would leave for the time she had her lesson to hunt for food in the village nearby. Holding her tight, Kol sauntered over to the table, taking Kalia's books and writings from Abel, who didn't protest as Kol looked them over, understanding the language he had been speaking for as long as he could remember.

"How did she do today? You didn't go too hard on her, did you?"Kol demanded, eyes softening when he glanced at the child in his arms."We are leaving for France and I do not want her feeling left out."

"She did..."Abel purposefully paused just to tease Kalia, who was hiding behind her blonde hair."fantastically well today. She is doing well. Kalia speaks French greatly when she believes in herself and I only suggest is that when she isn't, she just has to look over her writings. But other than that, I am very pleased with her."

Kalia let out a pleased giggle, a shy smile on her lips when Kol looked down at her."Very good, darling. You shall be rewarded."Kol whispered to the blonde child in his arms, grinning at her before he turned towards Abel, his grin switching to a malice smirk.

"Now, why don't you go help Isabella gather your things for our trip while I speak with Abel?"

Kalia nodded with a smile, her eyes sparkling when she saw that Kol was happy with her and that thought made her whole day brighten up. Isabella was their maid but also her friend. She was a sort of carer and was very fond of Kalia. Kol smiled at her, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear and he kissed her cheek before he gently let her down onto her feet. Kalia beamed up at the Original vampire and when he nodded at her, Kalia waved goodbye to Abel before she turned around and ran out of the room, shutting the door on the way then skipped up to her bedroom, which was connected to Kol's.

A moment later, they heard the child call out to the maid."'Bella! I have good news to share with you!"

The Original vampire smiled when he heard Kalia excitedly tell their maid about her lesson but his smile fell when he remembered Abel standing behind him, waiting.

Kol slowly turned around, his brown eyes darkening, close to black. Predatory.

"She seems fond of you."

Abel's pleased expression turned into worry, something that seemed to happen often around Kol."She is a well behaved and mannered child. You did well with her, considering-"

Kol raised a questioning eyebrow, amusement in his eyes when Abel's eyes widened fearfully."Considering what? My reputation?"Kol chuckled cruelly."You are not helping yourself. My Kalia is delightful and it looks like your teachings are having an influence on her."

"I did what you told me, I taught her the language, like you asked of me. I did everything you asked."Abel rushed out, backing away when Kol began to advance upon him."I k-kept my end of the b-bargain, does that mean that you will, too? T-That you will let me go unharmed?"

"I promised to keep your family safe from the vampires that you crossed. I didn't say anything about you."

Abel rushed away from Kol, rounding the table as he tried to keep a safe distance from the Original vampire. This didn't seem to bother Kol, who just chuckled, gesturing to Abel as if he were a punchline of an amusing joke. Kol stood still for a moment, watching as Abel continued to run from him and he shook his head the grabbed the end of the table before tossing it aside carelessly. Abel had come to Kol a few months earlier, begging for protection against vampires that he had crossed after exposing them to a group of 'hunters'. The vampires had survived and had been looking for Abel ever since, including his family, willing to harm them for revenge. Kol had agreed, but as always, had found a loophole. He had told Abel that he would be willing to help if he taught Kalia French, which was where he was planning to travel to next since he had gotten bored in Spain.

Abel had come from France and had reluctantly agreed, willing to do anything in order to protect his family. He had put his trust in Kol. But what he should have remembered was that, although Kol kept his word, he would always attempt to find loopholes.

"B-But-"

"I promised that I, one of the Originals, who has power over the supernatural community, would protect your family against these vampires. I did not say anything about you. Besides, this whole ordeal is down to you, darling, you should be punished. Although these hunters are nothing but mere humans, have I ever told you that I was troubled by a group of them. It was horrid."

Kol cornered Abel against the door, placing a hand on it to stop Abel attempting to flee and run out, which would catch Kalia's attention. He would not let her witness bloodshed, she was far too young.

"Please."Abel whimpered."I beg of you."

"Do not worry. Your family is under my protection but you, on the other hand, will not be so lucky."

With those words, Kol allowed his vampire features to come forward and he held his hand over Abel's mouth to stifle his screams before he sank his fangs into Abel's neck.


Mystic Falls—Two Years Ago

"Kalia? What are you doing, love?"

Rebekah looked up from her hands, having been toying with Kol's daylight ring which had somehow survived the burning, watching as Kalia paced back and forth, mobile in her hands, typing furiously. The blonde Original refused to let her tears fall as she glanced over at the coffin her brother was in. She had been staring at her brother for almost a full day ever since Klaus had placed him in there for some reason, as if she were convinced that he would rise as any moment and play it off as some sick prank he had pulled on them all. Kalia didn't answer her, just continued to type on the touch screen, blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail, eyes blank. She hadn't left Kol's body since his death and hadn't slept either. Instead, she had been reading at old witch journals Kol always kept with him during his travels over the centuries with witches. She had been with him during those trips and, like Kol, knew a lot about magic.

Rebekah was getting worried.

"Witches...powerful ones. They...they can save him."

"Whose mobile is that?"

"Kol's. Found it on the floor. It must have fallen out during the fight." Kalia whispered.

Rebekah flashed over to her, taking the mobile."I don't think even witches can save him. He's...He's gone, love."

Kalia stopped, turning around to Rebekah slowly, her eyes wide. They were now angry. She stepped closer to Rebekah, her blue orbs wild.

"Don't you ever say that again."She hissed, voice cold.

"Kalia, I know how much you love him. We love him, too, but it's time to face facts."Rebekah whispered, using her softest voice."He's gone."

"You have not seen what i've seen. You don't know anything about him! I know you all love him, but that isn't it. You don't know what power he has outside of being an Original. The witches he has at his hand. You don't know because you have never taken the time to notice!"Kalia didn't yell, she didn't scream, she just spoke with a disappointed and hurt tone that made Rebekah's heart clench.

"But I do. I was with him all that time. I have witnessed witches bring back people who have been dead for centuries. I have seen bodies burned worse than his and be healed. Anything is possible. Especially with the bloodlines of witches Kol is close with, they would do anything for him. It just takes time."

Grabbing the mobile and picking up the centuries old witch spell books Kol had left behind, Kalia turned back around, stalking over to the coffin, hovering over him. Rebekah watched, her large blue eyes glassed over as Kalia's expression showed nothing but determination and promise as she stared down at the man who had raised her. She nodded in agreement at her own words, a sad smile on her face as she closed the lid. She turned around to the blonde, holding the books close as she reminded herself to collect the ones Kol had stashed away in various mansions he had lived in over the years in order to keep them out of the hands of witches or even his brother who might use them. They were special to him and had very powerful spells inside and she was sure that she could find a witch to make a deal with.

"You're leaving?" Rebekah gasped.

"I will be back. I am not leaving Kol for long in the hands of Klaus. But I trust you with him. I will be back in a few weeks and then I will go somewhere else for research. There will be a way to bring him back."

"Kalia. Don't-"

"I don't care how long it takes. I've got eternity. His story is not over. I am not letting him down."

"We want to bring Kol back just as you do, love. Maybe more so. But right now is not the time."

Recognizing the sound of the voice, Kalia spun around just in time to see Klaus walking into the room, his face masked with a look of determination."We have Jeremy to deal with and Bonnie is not going to stop until she makes us pay for Elena's death. We barely got away and if we hadn't, we'd be locked in that house with Kol."

"How can you say that?! Now is the time!"

"It is not!"Klaus yelled back."We have enemies to deal with."

"We? There is no we without Kol! If you are as indestructible and feared as you say you are, those you call enemies are easily wiped out."Kalia shouted back at Klaus, angry tears in her eyes."You just don't care enough!"

"How dare you! Kol is my brother."

"He is your brother when you want him to be. His death was avoidable. You should have believed him about Silas and if you all had, none of this would have happened!" She screamed at him, pointing at the coffin, tears falling from her eyes."I don't care about your enemies. I don't care about whatever you want, I care about one thing and that is Kol. I am not going to wait until you feel like having a brother to dagger again. I am bringing him back and I don't care what I have to do to achieve that."

"Kalia-"

"Kol is the only family I have! I am not losing him. I am not going to prove what he truly thinks of himself – someone who wouldn't be missed."

Klaus flashed toward her, his eyes flashing amber and Kalia, suddenly remembering how he killed her, jumped back. Half of her expected Kol to be behind her, protecting her from his hybrid brother, but she felt nothing. No hands pulling her back, just herself feeling terrified of the hybrid. She clutched the old spell books closer to her chest as if they were a protective wall between herself and Klaus, who stared down at her, and unreadable expression on his face. She tried to fight her tears, but her walls were down, she was no longer mentally strong without Kol around to be her brick wall from all the unknown things that could creep up behind her because he wasn't there to scare them away. She was alone. She was left alone, something she hadn't been for almost seven hundred years. She felt like a frightened child alone in a forest.

"Do it."Kalia whispered, eyes darkening."You've wanted me gone since the day Kol found me, right?"

Klaus didn't reply, his eyes just hardened. Kalia spoke once again, voice stronger."He's gone so there is no more reason to keep me, right? I'm not your blood."

She was shaking, scared and her heart was shattered. She knew that he could return, she had seen witches bring back those in their bloodline who had been dead for centuries. She knew Kol could return if she found the right person. Kalia would never give up until she found the answer she wanted. Kalia let out a fearful gasp when Klaus' hand shot out, his long fingers locking around her neck. She soon felt herself being lifted into the air, her feet dangling loosely as he crushed her windpipe. Flashbacks of him strangling her almost seven hundred years before spun around in her mind. Her tears were now spilling quicker, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she tried to keep the sobs inside. His strong grip had no affect on her, because she was already paining from the loss of everything she knew.

Rebekah stepped forward, voice hoarse but still demanding."Nik...don't. We can't lose anyone else. She was Kol's family, which means she is our family. Blood or not."

Klaus just stared at Kalia, his amber eyes and fangs making her shake more than she already was. She never liked to be alone with Klaus, even when she was her normal self, she always felt like he would attempt to kill her once again. He made her uneasy. He, like Kol, was unpredictable. But unlike Kol, she never felt safe with Klaus while Kol made her feel like nothing could harm her. Klaus kept his eyes focused on her for a few more moments before he suddenly let her go, and she fell to the floor, coughing as air flowed back into her lungs. Her heart thumped against her ribcage as she panted for breath. She made no move to get up until she felt Klaus' hand grab her forearms. But this time is wasn't meaning to harm her, instead his grip was soft.

Klaus gently pulled her onto her feet, and she allowed herself to look up at him.

"You're just like him. Always looking for trouble." He whispered a minute later, his eyes returning to their usual color, and his human face returning.

Kalia remained silent for a long while after that until she finally found her voice."W-What?"

"You are just like Kol. Determined, defiant and loyal, even though it is just to him."Klaus commented, letting her go.

He looked away from her, as if fighting with himself, like he was admitting something he didn't want to."A true Mikaelson." He chuckled, eyes glassed over as his eyes landed on the coffin.

Kalia felt Rebekah's hand grab hers as Klaus took the spell books from her, opening one of them. She stared at him in confusion, still unable to process his words. She was quiet, as if expecting something else to happen to her but when Klaus sent had a pointed look, she was quick to reply.

"Do you truly believe that there is a way to bring him back?"

Kalia wiped her wet cheeks and felt Rebekah tighten her hold on her hand as she replied."I have seen people come back from the dead before but it takes a while. It may not be tomorrow or even a century from now but i'm willing to wait. I'll do anything I can to bring him back."

She had seen witches bring back people from the dead, people who had been in a worse state than Kol was. She was not a hundred percent that there was a witch powerful enough to bring back a thousand year old Original, but she had hope. There was no way she was giving up on him. She didn't care if it took her ten years of a million years but she would wait. Kol had spent a lot of time around witches and during that time, Kalia had picked up on a few things. There were witches out there whose bloodlines owed a lot to Kol and she would find them. Kol could not just be dead, his story couldn't have finished that early and Kalia refused to believe that he was just gone.

"So will we." Rebekah whispered, squeezing Kalia's hand.

Klaus glanced at his sister, fighting his emotions. He just nodded, handing the books to Kalia before speaking.

"Where do we start?"


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