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Kol is dead. He is gone. Nothing is going to bring him back. Kol Mikaelson is dead, Kalia. Accept it.

As if to get rid of the offending thoughts, Kalia shook her head and fought the urge to hunt down Marcel and gut him, just to make him feel a fraction of how she was feeling. But, knowing that if she did that to Klaus' 'useless whelp' as Kol used to call him, the hybrid would probably do the same to her and tear her head off afterwards. Kol had never gotten along with Marcel so because of that, she'd never showed any interest in him either. So, instead of lashing out, Kalia decided that she's return to the books and bottle up her anger until she decided when it would come in use.

She was good at that.

The blonde, detached to everyone else, pushed past people on the street as she began to make her way back to the Mikaelson household. She had entertained the thought of going somewhere else, not wanting to deal with the Originals, but there was nowhere else she could go. A century before she had spent most of her time in the cemetery, watching as Kol taught young witches, it had become almost like a second home to her but she had been banished from there. The witches, whose ancestors had been taught by Kol and who Kalia had spent years with, had taken away her invitation. Kalia had never had in interest in magic but she knew a lot due to Kol's lessons she had watched over, but being banished by the cemetery that Kol had felt at home at, did hit her harder then she thought it would.

And that hurt instantly fuelled her anger.

"Hey, lady, watch where you're going!"

Kalia was torn from her thoughts when she bumped shoulders with someone. She sighed, facing the middle aged man that she had bumped into.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can. I think an apology should be said here."

The blonde smiled somewhat sweetly at the middle aged man before she nodded."You're right. There should."She said, crossing her arms over her chest, going quiet for a moment."Well? Are you going to say sorry? I haven't got all day."

"Me?"He sneered, pointing at himself."I wasn't the one not watching where I was going."

"Well, if you were, then you should have seen me coming. Did you just wait for me to bump into you?"Kalia retorted, a dark look in her eyes as she glared up at him."If you are looking for an apology, you are not going to get one. So I suggest that you walk away before I do worse than bump into you."

He glared at her, looking like he wanted to hit her, which made Kalia only glare back. She had been raised with someone who never said the word 'sorry' but had been raised to expect it, even if you were at fault. And, not once in her life had she said that word and truly meant it. Kalia eyed the man dangerously until he walked away, muttering underneath his breath. She ignored him and turned back in her direction, ignoring the looks she got from others that had heard the conversation. Kalia also ignored the urge to tear his head off in the middle of the street as she began to, once again, return to where she had made herself at home.

Until she heard the man angrily hiss at his friends.

"Little bitch! Someone should teach her some manners."

"You should be the one to do that, Fletcher. You're wife stays in line quite well. Knows her place, too."

This snapped the small amount of control she had gained since leaving the bar. Kalia's fingers curled into her palm so tight that her long nails sliced her skin and, for a moment she felt her fangs pierce her bottom lip. All she saw was red and the urge to destroy built up within her, along with her anger. This was new to her. Kalia had brilliant self control, she had been taught by the best, after all, but more recently, she had been quick to snap. It had started soon after she had been told that Kol had been sucked into oblivion after the other side had been destroyed. The blonde suddenly couldn't stop herself, not like she used to, and she felt like a new born vampire who couldn't tame themselves.

She had been killing anyone who had made her snap or had just caught her on a bad day, which had been every day. Kalia had never been a saint, she didn't care for human life, but she had been acting sloppy. She had just left bodies without thinking.

She felt like she had nothing to keep her grounded.

The blonde spun around and, after catching sight of who she had bumped into and had insulted her, she began to make her way over to him. Well, to Fletcher as his friend had called him. But, before she could make a move, her ringtone hit her ears. Klaus' ringtone. Kalia sighed, knowing that if she kept ignoring the hybrid king, he would come and find her and that would not end well. Klaus had been easier on her recently than he had in the almost seven centuries of knowing him but he was still Klaus. He was still the most powerful creature in the world, though now second to his daughter, but he was still as evil as it got and he did not like being ignored. He was still selfish, demanding and would go to lengths to prove that he was still king.

He was still the monster that had killed her without reason.

Kalia took out of mobile and pressed the green button, glaring at the man who had insulted her as she answered the hybrid king.

"Yes?"

"Get home. Now." Klaus growled from the other end. His voice had that 'I will hunt you down if you don't obey me' tone in it and it made Kalia freeze.

"Klaus, I was already on my way-"

Though, despite that, Klaus didn't care.

"You either come home willingly and be here in less than one minute, because I know that your near, or I will find you myself."Klaus hissed and Kalia made a sound of agreement."Good, I will expect you in...fifty fi-wait...four seconds."

"I'll be there."

"Fantastic...oh, and Hope started crawling, you should hurry. You might miss it."

With that, Klaus hung up on her, leaving Kalia with a weird feeling in her stomach.

She wasn't scared of Klaus. Intimidated, yes, but not scared. This feeling...it was a familiar one but she couldn't label it. It was a fluttering. A feeling she had only gotten around one person. Kalia gasped and she, without thinking, turned to her left and looked up. Something she only did with one person, the one person who had always stood at her left. The one person who could cause that fluttering. The blonde felt somewhat pained when the feeling returned but when she looked again, nothing happened. She gasped once more, suddenly feeling as if she were going mad.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" She hissed to herself.

She knew what she was feeling, she was sure of that, but instead of focusing on it and driving herself even madder, Kalia shook her head again and shoved her way through the crowd of people. She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, cursing as she ignored glares. As the blonde walked away she failed to notice a pair of eyes following her. The eyes watched her curiously as she crossed the street blonde hair flying around her as she walked with confidence despite the detached expression on her face. The figure had been stood there for a while, just obseving with a careful eye.

The figure was the reason of the fluttering in her stomach.

"Found you, darling..."

Kol, watching Kalia kept an eye on the blonde as he walked backwards until she was out of view. A chuckle left him as he turned around, strolling lazing down the street. As he did, he sneakily picked up an apple from the cart of an older man, waving him off when he attempted to follow him, distracting him by using his magic to let the apples loose. The now human witch chuckled, biting his lip in almost childlike enjoyment as he watched the man run around trying to collect his apples. Kol shrugged, walking further down the street, a wide smile on his face as he enjoyed his magic. He did miss being an Original and did, one day want to return to being one of the most powerful beings in the world but he planned to enjoy magic while he had it.

Kol's happy mood didn't last long though and that was all because he caught sight of the man who had insulted Kalia.

His eyes narrowed and his smile fell.

Kol's eyes darkened as he neared the small group, wishing that he had supernatural hearing once again, but he got close enough to hear what they were saying.

"Women."He heard Fletcher, the man who had verbally abused his Kalia, snarl to his friends."Now that they have been 'heard' they think that they can-"

That is quite enough. Kol thought with a shake of his head before he whispered underneath his breath, flicking his wrist.

"Lihednat dolchitni."

Fletcher suddenly stopped talking and he began to choke. He fell back against the wall behind him, knocking aside several people who had been trying to walk past. His hands clutched at his throat and he gasped for air, his face turning white. His friends rushed to his side in an attempt to help him, one screaming for someone to call for help. Fletcher's feet gave out from underneath him as he choked, eyes bulging. Kol, taking a large bit out of his apple leaned against a pole, watching with a pleased look while others ran around, some shouting for help.

"Misogynistic dolt."Kol hummed, taking another bite out of his apple, watching as a crowd formed.

"What's wrong, man?" A friend asked in worry.

Fletcher gasped, his eyes becoming."Ca-Can't..br-breathe!"

Kol didn't bother to watch the rest, he already knew how it ended. He laughed, walking around the crowds of people as he sauntered down the street.

He had his own reunion to plan.

A reunion that involved a certain blonde.

Kol's smile returned as did the skip in his step as he began to make plans.


Three Years Ago

"There has to be more to this dress because, otherwise, women in this century dress like courtesans."

Rebekah opened her mouth to reply to her best friend but was stopped by Klaus' loud chuckling. The hybrid was lounging on a love seat, his feet propped up on the table as he sipped on champagne."They do, actually. It's fantastic, isn't it?"

The blonde swatted at her brother before pushing him out of the way, claiming his seat."Shut up, Nik!"She demanded then softened her tone."Ignore him, this is what I wear and I am very lady-like and expect nothing less than perfect. It is expected in these days. It is not bad looking on a woman, believe me, i've seen many others wear a lot less. The dress is classy."

"Yeah, right!"Kalia giggled from behind the curtain."I'd love you to tell Kol that."

Rebekah shook her head, smiling softly."Come on out, love, we've got to return by noon. Elijah wants to have a family meeting."

At that they all, including Klaus, let out a long sigh. Since Elijah had taken it upon himself to smooth things over with the Salvatore brothers, Klaus and Rebekah had been given the task to take Kalia and Kol clothes shopping. Rebekah had been pleased, happy that she finally had another women in the house again but Klaus, who didn't get along with Kalia and knew how irritating Kol could be, was less than enthusiastic. Kol had been sent to find himself clothes by Klaus while Rebekah had picked up more than enough clothes for her best friend. This was their first day together as a 'family', apart from Finn who was still daggered, so Klaus, under Elijah's orders again and in an attempt to re-gain some relationship with Kol, was trying to be on his best behaviour.

But when you have been stuck with two women and a brother who was obsessed with his looks, it was hard not to snap. Especially when they had just spend almost two full hours getting their hair styled. Kalia's now, just like before, was long, just a few inches above her waist. But now it was styled like many other women in the recent century. And, just to irritate her brother for daggering her best friend and to punish him, Rebekah had forced Klaus to pay for it rather than compel.

They all heard Kalia sigh from behind the curtain, then the sound of a dress zip going up as she responded."Fine, but you are dealing with Kol and thanks to your hybrid tyrant of a brother that somehow managed to get a witch to link me to Kol and the dagger he uses on him, I have missed more than a hundred years of change. Again. Apart from the way women dress now, it looks like things have changed for the better. No thanks to, once again, your autocrat of a brother!"

"I heard that."

"You were meant to,"Kalia paused and then they heard her whisper with the women helping her with her dress before she added."...douche."

Klaus glared at the curtain as his sister tried to muffle her laughter at Kalia's attempt to catch up with the slang of the new century. He turned his glare to the blonde Original and allowed his eyes to flash amber in warning before he snapped his fingers, gesturing for the young woman to re-fill his glass. Kol and Kalia had been purposefully reminding Klaus of how he had daggered them for more than a century. Again. When he had planned to dagger Kol in Spain a few hundred years back for the first time since Alexander had daggered him, Klaus had gotten a witch to link Kalia to Kol and the dagger he used on his brother. So when Kol got daggered, as did Kalia. They had been daggered twice since then and whenever they woke up, they weren't happy.

Klaus didn't see how they were mad. He had been kind enough to not kill Kalia the first time he had gotten rid of Kol, so, in Klaus' mind, they should be thankful.

They weren't.

"I don't care what Kol thinks. The dress was made for you now come out!" Rebekah demanded, rolling her eyes when Kalia muttered that she was bossy underneath her breath.

"Fine." Kalia repeated, her tone slightly irritated.

A moment later the curtain was pushed back and, just like Rebekah taught her, Kalia sauntered out, a forced smile on her face as her best friend grinned. Kalia, hands on her hips, slowly spun around to show off what she was wearing which was a black cut out sides skater dress, picked out by Rebekah herself. The blonde faced her best friend, who nodded in approval. Her heels were also black but had little red-like sparkles on them to match her recently painted red nails.

"You look...beau-"

Rebekah was cut off again when Klaus butted in."-like a harlot, love."He smirked, ignoring Rebakah's hit as he took a sip of his drink."Don't worry, that passes for looking nice these days. There are women wearing a lot less."

"Yes, there are, I guess. Like that strumpet you have your eye on, love. What's her name? Oh, yes...Caroline." Kalia snarled at Klaus, resisting the urge to stick out her tongue when he glared at her."Figures, no sane or decorous woman would go near you."

"Bite your tongue or i'll tear it out."Klaus sneered, his eyes flashing amber and he jumped up."Forget that...i will tear it out before I-"

The hybrid was stopped when a demanding tone hit their ears.

"Kalia Rebekah Mikaelson!"The blonde in question winced when Kol's voice made her sensitive ears slightly ring.

They all turned around to see Kol storming towards them, several men carrying clothes that he had picked out. They actually looked like customers in fact, but Kol really didn't care, as long as he didn't have to carry anything. He was now wearing something that Klaus had helped him pick out before sending him off to search for more. As always, having to be in fashion, he wore dark jeans and a dark brown long sleeved button down shirt along with shoes and a jacket that he just had to have despite it being hot out.

"What? Why are you using my middle name? You haven't done that since I was five."Kalia frowned, arching an eyebrow."Why is my name Rebekah anyway?"

"I picked it. Esther wasn't very...wanted." The blonde replied with a proud smile."Kol isn't fond of it either, but after much nagging and the promise not to intervene on him raising you, we agreed."

"Hello? I am talking which means that you all have to listen."Kol hissed, crossing his arms over his chest as he pointed at Kalia."What the bloody hell are you wearing?!"

"Rebekah picked it out. She said that this is what women wear these days. It's 'classy yet seductive'. Don't you like it?"

"You are taking fashion tips from Rebekah?"Kol chuckled darkly, gesturing to his sister."The example for strumpets everywhere? Do you think that men flock to her for her personality?"

"Don't be mean!" Rebekah growled at her brother, making Kalia nod."You cannot tell me that Kalia does not look beautiful and desirable, brother? She is wearing what young women these days are wearing, well the age she died at, of course."

"She is not a woman!"Kol sneered at his sister, eyes narrowing."She is...Kalia and I raised her which means that I have a say. Much more than you two do."

"Are you saying that she does not look stunning?"

Kol looked over to the blonde that was standing in front of the mirror, smiling at him in wait. Rebekah had a point, the women that he had seen in the store had been wearing something similar. Kalia's dress reached a few inches above her knees, which was completely different and shocking to how women used to dress the last time he bad been undaggered. There was no denying it, she looked heavenly, but that was for him. She was for him and he did not fancy other men looking at her in that manner. He had the right, and any other man was did not, especially if they were thinking thoughts that could taint Kalia.

He would kill them all.

Kalia met his gaze, looking worried when he didn't answer."Kol?

"Brother?"

Klaus and Rebekah looked over at Kol, whose jaw was clenched but his hybrid brother could see a gleam of lust in his eyes. The hybrid chuckled before he turned back to Kalia.

"Perhaps he would prefer if you wore it in doors, love. In the bedroom, more like. It looks like you are going back to just showing your ankles in public."

Rebekah and Kol glared at him before they spoke at the same time.

"Shut up, Nik."


"Ten, love. Ten bodies have been found in two days. Twenty in total this entire week. Do you know how that looks on the city? If it had been ten in the span of a year or a few months, no problem, but things like this are going to stop tourists which will stop us from having any food."

Kalia eyed the hybrid as he walked around the table, placing a drink in front of her before he took the seat across from the blonde.

"Who told you? It was Marcel, right? The little snitch. He is no-"

"-saint? No, he isn't. None of us are."Klaus finished for her, leaning back in his seat."Look, I am not Elijah, I am not saying that you can't have fun with humans. As long as you don't kill them, enjoy yourself. You can play with them, feed on them, but you do not kill them. Especially the locals. When you get bored of them, you compel them. That is all I am asking."

Klaus leaned forward, tapping the file that he had kept on her before he said with a stern tone."Deaths now and then are expected, but this is my city, Kalia. Not some town you are passing through, this is my home. This is Hope's home. And I will not allow it to crumble around me. I did not win a war for my daughter just for it to go to waste."

"Look, I know that i've been a...pain in the ass with the anger issues and I didn't realize that I went that far."Kalia honestly said, leaning back in her seat when Klaus nodded."I just...i just can't-"

"Control yourself?"Klaus butted in again though this time she was thankful. When she nodded, Klaus rolled his eyes and leaned back, an awkward look on his face."The only reason i'm doing this is because Rebekah threatened to go on a mission in order to make her name Hope's first word so do not, love, get used to it."

"You are, like Kol before you, a walking destruction. You are impulsive, rude, disrespectful to your elders, you don't know when to shut up and frankly, i've never been that fond of you-"

"Is this meant to cheer me up?"Kalia asked, glaring at him, rocking Hope as the hybrid witch began to squirm."Because if it is, you can-"

"But,"Klaus emphasised, eyes flashing amber, shutting her up."you aren't the worst vampire in the world. My brother may have been a sadistic ponce, but he did have fantastic control when he wasn't slaughtering thousands. He taught you well. I've watched you over the years and your self control, the skill that you have cannot be matched. Not just at control. Your hunting technique, your fighting skills, finding out weaknesses without really trying is something that I have not seen in anyone else in a long time."

"Yeah, well, that's gone now."Kalia whispered, her eyes falling to the ground in front of her.

"That hasn't disappeared."Klaus shook his head, letting out a loud laugh."It's still in you, at the back of your mind somewhere. The main focus of your control was what kept you grounded. When you first turned, you had to find something which would wake up that little voice that told you when you were going too far. And that was my brother. He was the centre of your world and when he...when he died that shook your ground. You have spent almost seven hundred years with Kol being your world, your ground, and now that he is no longer here to tame you, that line that you haven't crossed has now been erased."

"In a way, you have lost your identity and all you have to do is find yourself again. Kol was your identity, and now that he is no longer here, you don't know who you are."He paused, eyes softening when Hope rested her head on Kalia's shoulder."You have to find something that keeps you grounded again."

"Did you just compliment me?"Kalia asked, her lips curving up slightly."How many people have earned that over the past thousand years?"

"Not many."Klaus replied with a warning glare."I was forced. I will not have my daughter's first word be Rebekah's name."

"I don't think you have to worry. Rebekah is too long for her to say, it'll probably be yours."Kalia asked, making Klaus nod."By the way, what keeps you grounded?"

"Have you met me? I'm not a grounded man, love. I have more blood on my hands than all the vampires in this world put together."

"Fine, what keeps you from murdering each person in this city when you lose your rag? You do have the temperament of the werewolf and the bloodlust of a vampire. Not to mention your constant paranoia and i'm pretty sure that all those put together aren't something that helps you sleep at night."

Klaus was quiet for a moment and he looked anywhere but the younger vampire in front of him.

"When I first turned it was my sister."Klaus quietly said, downing the rest of his drink."Despite his loyalty, Elijah strayed now and then. My sister hasn't been the easiest to be around what with all her flings, but, even when daggered, she was what kept the light shining through."

"And now?"Kalia asked, settling Hope back into her high chair."Compared to now and two years ago I can at least tolerate being in the same room as you."

"Well, my sister does have her moments at bringing me down to earth."Klaus replied before he pointed at his daughter, who was tapping her hands on the small table connected to her high chair with a large smile."But now what keeps me together is my daughter. She is everything i'm not but half of myself is her. She is what keeps me from killing you all in your sleep. So you should be thankful."

Kalia smirked when Hope, as if understanding her father's words, beamed up at the blonde. Klaus grinned down at his daughter before he spoke once more."But what keeps you grounded doesn't have to be a person. It's can relate to a person, like a memory or something that reminds you of them. It can be anything."

"It just has to be something that stops you from falling apart?"

"Yes."Klaus nodded again, eyes on his daughter."Something to hold onto."

Kalia's smile dropped and she was silent for a long while. She stared at her hands, lost in her thoughts before she spoke again, her voice just above a whisper. Her large blue eyes met Klaus' but there was nothing readable in them, nothing he could use as proof that she was, in a way, healing.

"But what if you don't? What if you don't find something to keep you grounded? To hold onto?"

"Easy, love. You drown."


Thank you for reading.

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Sorry for the lack of Kol! Please forgive me. Kol will be in the next chapter, I was just dropping hints here and there to get Kalia feeling that something was coming. She has a clue, but is a long way from finding out. Kol will be keeping a close eye until his plan is ready.

Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.