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Pain unlike anything he had ever felt before burned through him at the speed of light. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and he had no control over himself what so ever. Another sudden burst of pain ripped through him, Dying by White Oak certainly was a picnic compared to this, he thought to himself before heard a terrible scream echo in his ears only to realize that it had come from him. He felt as if he was being ripped apart and sown back together with a dull needle and course twine. It was excruciating. It felt as if his throat was being torn apart by his screams only to suddenly feel nothing at all. He could vaguely hear a disembodied voice calling his name through a fog. Feeling began to return to his body starting at the tips of his toes moving slowly up reaching out to the tips of his fingers, but he almost wish it hadn't. He never felt so heavy, so weak, even when he was human all those centuries ago. Drawing in a ragged breath through his parched and throbbing throat he finally opened his eyes to first see a wooden ceiling then shifted to a man standing over him.
"Kol! Come on you little prick. Can you hear me or not?"
Kol let out a rough cough that caused his head to throb before he hoarsely responded, "Will you quite your shouting." He winced at the pain as he attempted to clear his sore throat, "And I can guarantee you my prick is anything but little you old goat."
The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I know you're back, if you're trying to defend your prick size my friend."
Kol slowly began to gain stock over what had occurred, astonishment coloring his ragged voice, "They did it. Those bloody witches actually did it." He made a move to sit up, his goal to get off the hard table that seen to his resurrection, only to have the other man catch him around his waist before he fell.
"Easy there Kol, you are going to be weak as a newborn kitten until your body adjusts to the changes it's undergone." The man said as he helped Kol to slowly walk around the witches still laying on the floor around the trestle table.
Kol gave the man a critical eye as he limped his way to the sofa with assistance, "And just how long is that going to take Watcher? And why did no one explain that part, all I've heard from the witches is that time is of the essence. Well, Magnhilt also seemed pretty gleeful about the suffering I endured."
The Watcher carefully lowered Kol down onto the sofa, "I'm sure Magnhilt was after how you were with her coven all those centuries ago. But don't you dare think you can take that tone with me Kol. No one on this Earth or beyond knew what would happen completely after you came back, which by the way you haven't even said a thank you for yet." The Watcher joked out in the end.
Kol's natural reason was to chuckle but he stopped at the pain in his throat. "Oh yes, how remiss of me to forget my manners while I've been in excruciating pain and only been back from the dead its self for what now?" He turned his head towards the clock on the mantle above the fireplace, "Five minutes?"
Rolling his eyes, The Watcher took a step back from the sofa, "Fine my friend, I'll allow this dire disregard of common courtesy in respect to the fact you've just been through an awful ordeal," He raised his hand to point and wave his finger at Kol, "But don't let it happen again."
Kol laughed hoarsely, wincing through the pain as a genuine smile grew over his face, "Ah. And everyone says I have a flair for dramatics!"
The Watcher replied cockily, "Some call it charm Darling." Both men laughed and smile in comradery before gasps and whimpers were heard from behind them. "I should see how the witches are and get them into bed." Letting out a sigh he looked back at Kol, "Looks like we will be sharing the living room, I'll have to double them up in all the beds."
"Won't be the first time we passed out together on the sofas, here's hoping some good Rum will be involved again as well." Kol replied cheekily.
The Watcher let out a chuckle as he went about checking the witches, helping the ones who had begun to stir into the four bedrooms of the cabin. He was thankful he had set up the air mattresses on the floors of the bedrooms to accommodate everyone, heading over to the remaining four witches he knelt down next to one to pick her up, only to notice she was as cold as ice. Frantically he checked for a pulse but unfortunately he found none. Sitting back on his heels he let out a melancholy sigh before he took his gaze off her to look at the remaining three. He stayed still for a moment gathering his wits before he moved to check on them as well.
Kol heard the somber sigh from behind him, "What is the matter Watcher, can't handle picking up a group of women? Though, come to think of it, that's not really your area now is it?" Chuckling at his own joke he waited for a witty response, when none came he frowned and carefully turned his body around on the sofa to see what was going on.
The Watcher gave him a mournful look, "We lost four. We knew all knew it was a possibility but still, we had hoped this wouldn't happen. They were the youngest and oldest of the twelve."
Kol, for all his swagger and devil may care attitude, felt a deep remorse set in over the loss of part of the coven that had brought him back. "Take them to your root cellar; it should be cool enough to store them until the coven is prepared to take care of them. I'd help, but I'm not sure if I'd do more harm than good being this bloody weak."
"It's fine Kol, you just stay there and rest, I'll take care of them." The Watcher said solemnly before standing up with a dead witch in his arms. "Just prepare yourself for that Rum you wanted. I'll need some myself once I'm done." With that he was off spending the next hour placing the dead in the root cellar and taking down the air mattresses that would no longer be used.
Kol turned back around on the sofa when he was alone, Well as alone as I can be with three dead bodies, he thought wryly to himself. Looking down to his tattered and burnt clothing he grimaced thinking that maybe he should have asked for help to the shower. Grinding his teeth together he heaved himself off the sofa nearly crashing into the table in front of him. It was truly vexing to him to be so weak. Kol managed to stumble over to a nearby wall using it as his guide as he limped painfully to the bathroom. He felt relief when he seen a set of his clothing and some towels were waiting for him on the stand next to the sink, he sent a silent thank you to the coven for being prepared. Shedding the soiled clothes to the floor to be thrown away later, he turned the shower on, grateful that it was a walk in shower so it wouldn't take too much effort on his part to get in. The near scolding hot water did wonders to wash off the evidence of his death. Kol leaned his head against the shower wall feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the events that had transpired. He was back, it had actually worked. He tried to come to terms with this part of the plan years ago and he thought that he had, but actually going through with it all and coming out of it alive had a maelstrom of emotions twisting through him. And this is only the beginning. The thought brought him out of his riotous mental state. He could handle this. After all these years he finally gained what was rightfully his to begin with and he would not fall apart now or ever. He had a mission to accomplish and accomplish it he would. Failure was not an option, there was too much at stake.
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Kol made his way slowly out of the bathroom towards the living room where he found The Watcher already seated on the sofa, two glasses and a bottle of Rum waiting on the table among the knick-knacks. The Watcher made to rise from the sofa but Kol waved his assistance away, the pain was ebbing enough he could manage on his own, but the weakness was still present.
"I trust you feel refreshed after you showered? If you would have waited I'd have helped you, you know." The Watcher said as he poured the Rum into the two glasses.
Kol raised his eyebrow at him as he tiredly sat on the sofa, "I'm sorry to deprive you of seeing me in all my naked glory, but the stench of my own death was making me beyond nauseous."
The other man chuckled, "Always the eternal jokester Kol, speaking of," He reached down next to the sofa and picked up a thermos full of warm blood. "I talked the witches that were awake enough into donating to the cause before they went back to sleep."
Kol smiled as he took the thermos uncapping the top taking at long drink, veins webbing down from his eyes, the blood moved through him helping to chase away some of the weakness of his body. "Ah, nothing like a powerful coven's blood to make a fella feel alive again." Pointing the thermos towards the other man slightly, "This is why I call you a friend; you can talk anyone out of just about anything."
The man laughingly replied, "Kol, I'm your only friend!"
With a mocking gasp and a hand placed over his heart Kol said, "You wound me Darling! I'll have you know I have plenty of friends."
"Yes, ones you've compelled. But we've spent enough time horsing around, God! Of all the things, I never imagined that phrase would ever come out of my mouth!"
Kol interrupted him with a loud bellow, "Then I guess we shouldn't touch on the things you've put in your mouth." He received a stern look from the other man. "Alright, alright I'm done, but you walked right into that one!"
Leaning forward shaking his head The Watcher moved a candle to the edge of the table directly in front of Kol. "It's time to see if this all worked according to plan." He sat back against the back of the sofa and raised is hand waving it in invitation for Kol, "Now light the damn thing."
All the playful banter left Kol like a tidal wave; it had been so long since he performed any type of magic he didn't know where to begin. Moreover he was nervous of whether this had actually worked. His mind traveled back to the events of his human life, all his siblings at one point or another showed signs of having magic. Kol remembered when he was close to seven years old he had discovered his own ability. He had been so excited to run home to his mother and tell her for he knew that besides him, Elijah was the only other sibling to have it so far. He would never forget what had stopped him from stepping inside their hut to tell what he felt was amazing news. He knew his parents had sent all of his siblings to do chores away from the hut that day, so he assumed it would only be his mother and father there. The closer he came to their home he began to hear screams of pain from the inside, Elijah's scream. He had ran to peek through a window to see what was wrong. It had turned out once their children showed they possessed the ability to perform magic, their every loving parents would bind their powers, all for the sake of their children never to become stronger than themselves. After witnessing the painful looking spell being cast on his older brother, he had ran off into the woods terrified to ever utter a single word of his power. Later that evening he attempted to speak to Elijah privately about what had happened to him but Elijah had just laughed him off for his vivid imagination and walked away. After that he had stayed vigilant about keeping his magic hidden. His mother, being such a powerful witch herself, had eventually figured it out and his father had forced him to go through the same ritual. Unbeknownst to them however, he had been secretly searching through his mother's grimoire, trying to find a way to stop it and keep his memories. He had only succeeded with a spell days before hand that stopped them from taking his memories. Though he had to pretend he did not remember a thing. His years of searching for a way to get them back had paid off when he had found Magnhilt's coven.
Kol forced himself out of his past to tend to the task at hand. Squaring his shoulders, he would not be afraid of lighting a damn candle, he had been through worse. This was everything he had hoped and searched for, he would not let his nerves get him now. Concentrating, Kol worked on focusing the way that had become so easy to do when he was learning his powers the first time. The candle's wick began to glow with a tiny flame before it wavered and then went out. Frustrated Kol kicked the table in front of him knocking the contents on the table around and the unlit candle to the floor. "Damn it! This was the simplest thing to do when I was a human warlock."
The Watcher placed his hand on Kol's shoulder giving him a gentle squeeze. "This is going to take time Kol. You may have been born a warlock, but you were formed into something else entirely when we brought you back. With the conflicting natures of being a vampire and a warlock, it's only natural for them to fight against each other. Once you've gained a hold over that fight you will start to have more control over your magic. And let's not forget, with your Original vampire status plus your magic coming from one of the original lines, you will become a powerful Hybrid that will equal that of your brother Klaus. Not to mention your new powers are vital to our cause."
Kol let his body sag against the sofa, "No need to add the pressure." Kol sulked for a few minutes before glancing over to The Watcher, "But speaking of our cause, does Caroline know exactly who you are yet, Steven?"
Steven grimaced at the thought. "No she doesn't. How could she? She doesn't even know what is going on with herself yet to know who I am. Besides, Caroline isn't ready to know yet." He let out a sigh, "I just hope that once she finds out she will remember that I love her, she has had enough people in her life use and abuse her, I don't need her thinking I was one of them."
Kol spoke with nothing but sincerity, "I'm sure she will be angry, that girl had a fire about her like none other, but she will see you were only looking out for her best interests, well eventually anyway."
The grimace on Steven's face deepened at the thought. "She thinks I'm partying it up out on a yacht at the moment with some of the boys from the club. I'm going to have to come up with a whopper of a tale to tell her so she doesn't get suspicious."
Kol grinned, chuckling darkly at Steven, "Oh I'm sure you will come up with something, Hell! It won't even have to be a lie, you my friend lead a very risqué life, and with that club of yours I'm sure you have plenty of tales to tell of all the men you've ah, shared your assets with."
Steven slapped Kol's arm, "How dare you imply that I'm a slut! That's like the pot calling the kettle black! But oh how right you are, I have many delicious stories I could tell her that will make her want to tell me to shut up!" Both men laughed as the toasted their glasses of Rum together. They were interrupted by Steven's phone alerting him to a new text message.
Sarah- Watcher, we overheard Caroline say that the others are heading back to Mystic Falls and should arrive within two days. Also, the spell containing Klaus in the Gilbert residence was broken early. We are waiting on a response from those from the coven that were sent to the island to keep an eye on the events there. I will forward their reply as soon as I get it.
"Why the long face, mate?" Kol asked him curiously.
Steven sighed, "That was a younger girl from the coven checking in." He turned the phone to Kol for him to read the message.
"We better get into gear then. I need to be back in Mystic Falls to stop my brother from killing that lot. We need them to be a distraction while they themselves are distracted on that wild goose chase so we can fulfill this crazy plan. Do we know who has the cure yet?"
As Kol was talking another text message came in, Steven frowned as he read it. "You're not going to like this."
Sarah- Fwd.: Mystic Falls group heading back to the boats now. Hunter, Jeremy Gilbert was killed. We lost sight of the Bennett witch, searching for her now with no luck. Rebekah Mikaelson also unaccounted for, but presumed alive. The doppelganger known as Katherine came in undetected at the last minute and stole the cure. Silas has awoken.
Kol snarled "Katherine! You mean to tell me the doppel-bitch made it in and out with the cure and no one stopped her?" Mulling this new information over a thought struck him. "This might actually work."
"How do you figure that?" Steven asked clueless on how they could use this to their advantage.
"Well dear sweet Katerina will either use it to bargain for her eternal freedom from my brother, or try and ram the thing down his throat, either way we will have it in our possession." Kol said already thinking of all that needed to be done in either case.
"We can't let her ram it down Klaus's throat, we need that for…" Steven started to say before Kol cut him off.
"I know what we need it for, and I will be there keeping an eye on things to make sure that doesn't happen." Kol tossed the remaining Rum down his throat before picking the thermos of blood up taking another drink. "It's time to wake the dear coven up, they need to eat and take care of their dead. It's time to get to work."
Steven followed Kol's lead downing his own Rum before standing, "You know most of them may not be able to stand let alone have the strength to use their magic."
"It doesn't matter. I just went through hell and arose from the dead, do you hear me complaining? I need to get some type of a handle over my magic before I make my appearance alive and back from the dead in Mystic Falls. I don't care if they have to hold each other up and feed each other like babies, I need them to help guide me through this and I need it now. There's no telling with the doppel-bitch of when she will decide to make her move." Kol turned away from Steven, bending down to grab the candle from the floor where he had knocked it over and placed it back in front of himself on the table. "Well go on Watcher, do part of your duty and rouse the witches so you can oversee all this and keep them in line."
Steven shook his head at Kol chuckling, "You mean keep you from killing them when they irritate you with their instructions."
Kol looked over his shoulder, "Potato, patato, I'm not seeing the difference."
Steven stood against the wall for a few minutes as he watched Kol try again and again to light the candle. He began to notice Kol's issue wasn't lighting the candle itself, but keeping it lit. Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling Steven whispered to himself, "It's going to be a long night." He turned to head up the stairs to wake up then coven grumbling to himself the entire way about all the coffee he would need to make to get through this and keep the witches alive.
Kol sat on the edge of the sofa lighting and re-lighting the damn candle, he rolled his eyes as he heard Steven's whispered complaints. Focusing back on the task at hand, Kol reached within himself to try and stop his conflicting natures from fighting. Using meditation techniques he had learned from a group of Buddhist monks he stumbled across in the late 1300's, he focused his efforts on centering himself hoping it would help join the two sides of him together. Opening his eyes, he once again lit the candle; flickers of light began to dance across his face that held a devilish grin. This time not only did the flame stay lit, it danced almost a foot tall.
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So…yup. Sorry no Klaus or Caroline this chapter.
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