"How do you feel?" Kol asked for what seemed like the thousandth time. Needless to say, I was getting quite aggravated. It had been bad enough fighting a battle while I was injured, but then having some high and mighty angel telling me I was dying? Well let's just say I wasn't in the best mood.

"Kol, no matter how many times you ask me, my answer won't change," I snapped honestly. "I told you, my wrists and ankles hurt, but that's it."

"That can't be it," he pushed. "Michael said—"

"Why don't we just wait until Michael gets here," Damon came into the living room, taking a seat next to me. The glass of whiskey in his hand twirled in the glass before he lifted it to his lips, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm proud of you, you did well."

"How are you?" I said immediately. "With Katherine being back and all?"

"Well," she walked in on cue, the rest of the gang following. "He should be grateful; I did just save all of your lives."

"With a price, I'm sure." Damon raised his glass to her.

Katherine rolled her eyes and went to stand at the fire place in the Original's living room. Elijah was standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, while Stefan, Elena and Alaric took the couch across from us. Caroline sat next to Kol sighing, giving him a reassuring smile. Bonnie, Jeremy and Tyler had gone home to look for a spell that could apparently save my life.

Rebekah walked in the room with a glass of water, giving it to me. "Drink," she ordered before sitting down in front of my feet. She rubbed my knees and smiled. "It'll be okay."

Katherine scoffed. "It's not nice to give out false hope."

Damon shot Katherine a dirty look, but it was Elijah who took a step forward, glaring at her. "You are in my house Katerina, you shall be respectful." He grinned lightly. "Especially, since you are not on good terms with every single person in this room."

"How did you know?" Stefan asked.

"All will be told in time," Katherine raised a finger. "Michael said he wanted to wait until he got here."

Silence didn't last long. It seemed many things had to be talked about. Elena looked at Caroline. "Klaus?" she asked. "Really?"

"Elena..." Caroline said tiredly. "Not now."

"That's why you broke up with Tyler?" she pressed.

"Elena," Caroline snapped, her hands going to her hair. I felt her voice crack and suddenly my hand moved over Kol, grabbing her arm. We were friends now, Caroline and I. "Just...we have more important things to worry about right now." She said, looking at me.

Kol sighed in aggravation. "This is ridiculous, where's the bloody witch?" He growled, taking out his phone. He handed it to Damon, his eyes furious. "Call her."

Damon didn't argue but he didn't seem pleased to be getting orders. I sighed and put my head on Kol's shoulder, relaxing him by touching his chest. We leaned into the couch together, and I instantly wanted to fall asleep. I felt so weak, so tired, I just wanted to close my eyes for a thousand years. I wanted to slowly slip into a slumber, my lullaby being the sound of Kol's soft breaths. His hand was in my hair, caressing it softly, the other hand intertwined with mine on his stomach. He was so worried.

Damon put the phone to his ear. "Bonnie," he murmured. "How's it going?"

The doorbell rang, and Elijah left the room.

"All right," Damon mumbled. "No, stay there...yeah, Elena will fill you guys in later. Sure, bye." He handed Kol back his phone, without looking at either of us—but his mouth twitched. "Bonnie can't find anything."

"What do you mean she can't find anything?" Kol began to rage.

"Those cuffs were made of heavenly fire, and as far as Bonnie knows, there isn't a spell to counteract something like that." Damon polished off his drink.

"Sorry to interrupt," Michael the archangel walked in the room, looking like he hadn't just killed a whole line of Angels. He walked slowly over to Katherine, while Klaus followed in, sitting on the arm rest of the couch. He grabbed Caroline's hand immediately and held it to his lips, and I watched with a little surprise as a tear slipped from his closed eyes. Caroline's hand caressed his thigh.

Elijah walked forward, and Rebekah got up to the floor to meet him. The two of them looked at Klaus, Rebekah with wide eyes. "They're dead, aren't they?" she whispered.

Klaus' eyes opened slowly, and he looked upon his sister with what seemed like no regret. "Yes." He stated simply.

Elijah's hand grabbed his sister's as she nodded solemnly, taking a moment to let the sadness wash over her. Family was, after all, still family. "All right," Elijah said, picking himself up with dignity. "Tell us."

Michael waved his hand at Katherine to begin. She pushed herself off the wall and crossed her arms. "I make sure I know where the Original vampires are at all times. Being on the run for 500 years kind of makes that necessary. I found out the angels were hunting Kol about two years ago and I knew that I had to stop that."

"Why?" Kol hissed. "You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You never have."

"Exactly," Katherine nodded. "I was being smart. I found out they were looking for you because they tracked me down first. They knew I had a past with two of your brothers and they thought I knew their whereabouts. Which, I did, but I didn't give it away. I'm not an idiot, Kol; I know what happens when an Original vampire dies. Every other vampire he created dies with him. Do you really think I needed to jeopardize my life?"

Damon chuckled. "Once again, Katherine is always looking out for herself."

"Hey, it got all of you saved in the process didn't it?" she snapped.

Klaus stared at her. "How did you know to look for the archangel?"

Katherine shrugged. "I've travelled enough around the world to know that angels don't present themselves so easily to anyone, much less vampires. I knew that they had to be fallen angels. So, I went around until I found myself a witch that could send out a real prayer to the heavens, one strong enough to bring down Michael."

Michael nodded. "Lucien was banished for heaven for his recklessness. He believed that his passage back into heaven was to kill all those whom were unworthy in God's eyes. Normally, those of us in heaven do not interfere with what happens on earth. However, when Katherine was able to call me down, and informed me of an entire species being wiped out, I knew it was time to step in."

"What happens to us?" Damon asked.

"Nothing," Michael answered. "You live. Lucien was delusional. If it was against God's will to be rid of vampires and Nephilim, believe me, he would have done it himself." He walked forward and kneeled in front of me. "None of this however, is more important than you, young Nephilim." He took my hands away from Kol and looked at my wrists. "I take it the witch was unable to find anything to heal you."

"No," I whispered.

"I thought as much," he sighed before getting up. He walked back over to Katherine, looking into the fire. "Heavenly fire is made specifically to be the weakness to any mortal, or immortal. As you all saw today, once pierced by the swords of heaven, the victim is burned."

"I was handcuffed." I murmured. "The swords never touched me."

"There is," he continued as if he hadn't heard me. "Another way to kill someone by heavenly fire, but it cannot be done by the sword. Those of us who have had to, unfortunately, on occasion get some needed information found a way to inject the heavenly fire into the body as a liquid. As...as a poison. Once an object, in your case, handcuffs are dipped in the liquid, they act as the device of injection, burning the skin and allowing the liquid to seep into the bloodstream. The effect is similar to what a vampire has to undergo when bitten by a werewolf."

Klaus stood up. "My blood cures that," he said immediately.

"It does," Michael turned around. "It cannot however, cure something of heaven. As I said, it was designed specifically to kill whatever it came across."

Kol stood up immediately, in a flash he was in Michael's face, angry hands digging into the Angel's shoulder. "SAVE HER!" he yelled.

Michael, to my great surprise did not move. "There is nothing I can do to save her life," he murmured. "No matter what, she must die."

I would have looked around the room to see how everyone else reacted, but I was a little too busy thinking about what Michael was saying.

I was barely an adult, and I was going to die.

How untimely, I thought with hate, that this had to happen now. If this had been a month ago, before I had known Kol—I would have welcomed death as easily as I did the morning sun. Now, however, when my life seemed to finally be coming together did I realize how much I wanted, how much I needed to stay alive. Not only for myself, but for Kol, for Damon, for my family. I didn't want to die.

Kol growled and pushed Michael back, whimpering before falling to his knees, his head in his hands. He looked like a burning man. I got up, using Damon as help, and walked over to him. Slowly I put myself on the floor and brought his head to my chest, where he cried.

"I cannot lose you." he whispered, tugging at my body. "I cannot."

"You won't," I said, but the lie was venom on my lips. Tears fell out of my eyes immediately as I held this broken, thousand year old vampire in my arms, without a way to fix him. "We'll figure something out."

"Wait," Elena stood up slowly. "You said...you said no matter what, she must die. That makes it seem like..."

Michael held up his head, nodding at Elena. "There is a way, to bring her back."

Kol looked up, his eyes wide with understanding. "She has to change."

I, however, was confused. "What?"

Michael looked down at me. "You must become a vampire."

I was in bed with Kol that night, curled up on his chest, my hand tracing the lines of his body. "I don't know what to do." I whispered.

Kol sighed. "I don't know why it's such a hard decision. You can have life; you can be a vampire, with me, for eternity."

"That is not such an easy decision to make Kol." I whispered.

"You are dying." He said harshly. "There is not much else to think about." He sat up and held me gently so we were looking at each other. "Why would you leave me?"

"Kol..."

"I love you." he said suddenly. "I know it's only been a few weeks, but I do. I am willing to spend the rest of my life making you happy." Before I could say what I wanted to say to him, he continued quickly. "I can take you to all the places you want to see. We can watch the sunrise every day, we can get married, we can...we can..." he shook his head, hanging it. "I cannot survive without you."

"Kol," I breathed my hands on the side of his face. "I love you too."

"Then why would you leave me, why would you die?" his hands moved on top of mine, holding them steady to his face, as if in some weird alternate universe, I was the one who kept him together instead of the other way around.

"I need moments," I said. "To think about who I'm supposed to be." I undid my hands from his and placed them over his heart. "I will always be with you."

"It is not enough to have you there," a tear fell. "You must always come back to me."

"Kol," I breathed, moving onto his lap. We stayed there, him shirtless and me in a nightgown. His hands were on my thighs and my arms were tight around his neck. My body however, was weak, I could not move much. I felt so tired. The effect of the heavenly fire was definitely there, weakening me slowly but surely.

But there was something I wanted.

I touched my lips to Kol's lightly before pulling back, seeing if he was going to go with what I wanted. He made a whimpering noise, as if he was in physical pain and brought our lips back, kissing me so gently. This was unlike him, but I knew he was scared, now more than ever, to break me.

He somehow shifted us, getting on his knees and placing me softly into the bed. He seemed to understand that I couldn't move as much as I would like, and so slowly, he took of my nightgown, bringing down the straps before sliding it off my skinny body.

For the first time in my life, I was not insecure. Kol looked down at me like a Greek God as he undid my undergarments, flinging everything to the side. His eyes smouldered as he looked at me like a prize. I realized now, that in his eyes, despite the scars I had or the burns I had acquired—I was truly beautiful to him.

He kissed me, gentle still, and took off his pants in the process. I didn't have a moment to look at him, too involved with his tongue in my mouth, and the feel of his hot body pressed against mine. If I was going to die, I thought to myself, this was the only way I could think of spending one of my last nights.

He broke the kiss for a moment, and our eyes were locked. "If I hurt you, you must tell me." he whispered.

I nodded. I didn't look away; I wanted to see every emotion in his eyes.

Slowly, he brought my legs up with his strong arms, being sure to carry them gently, like a man cradling a baby. He wrapped them around his waist and leaned into me, his back arching as I felt his manhood touch my entrance. I tensed immediately and inhaled, one of my weak hands desperately flying into his hair.

"Breathe," he encouraged me.

I nearly forgot how. The pain was forgotten, because I was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure. As he moved inside me, what got me off more than anything was Kol's face. The anger and the sadness that had plagued his features all day disappeared, replaced with a look of pure bliss. The most relaxed and satisfying smile I had ever seen took over, and the fact that I was the one giving him that pleasure only made the experience more beautiful for me.

One he was inside me completely, I smiled and kissed him, suddenly feeling whole.

He began to push in and out slowly, careful to not go overboard, knowing I was vulnerable. That however, seemed to cause him pain—from the look in his eyes, he wanted to go fast, he wanted to go rough, just like Kol's personality.

His eyes were bursting with love.

"Go," I murmured with a nod.

Kol moaned and buried his face in my neck, kissing me softly as he picked up speed, thankful that I had allowed him to do so. I closed my eyes, giving into the pleasure, biting my lip enough to make it bleed as his hips thrusted in and out of me.

The room was so hot; all that was heard was our pants. We were sure not to make more than that, not wanting anyone to hear us. He brought his head up as he picked up the pace only a little, his hands keeping him steady—he was panting, reaching his limit.

I got there before him. My hips bucked up to the beautiful vampire, and I exploded around him, sighing in pure bliss, in that moment, more than ever before, I was completely and utterly his.

So Diary, now you're caught up to speed. You know why I'm on the verge of death and you know why I'm contemplating becoming a vampire or not.

I'll break it down for you.

Becoming a vampire means an eternity forever with Kol. It means running around with Damon and Caroline, having intellectual discussions with Elijah and Klaus for the rest of my life.

On the other hand, I will have to watch my aunt Jenna grow old before my eyes and die, while I stay young. I will have to watch the same thing happen to Elena, Jeremy, and Alaric. I will become a victim of blood, and I will want nothing more than the desire to kill. It's been two days since Michael told me I must change, and judging from the way the poison is creeping up to my heart—the Angel said I only have about another one day to live before it consumes me, and burns me from the inside out.

This is my last entry—or maybe not.

I guess you'll find out tomorrow.