MIKAELSONS' MANSION. PAINT-ROOM.

Klaus was extremely anxious, he only had a few hours left to fix the mess he created. He couldn't allow Kaylah to speak out the truth. Kol didn't fully believe him but he managed to install the doubt into his mind. For the better. Now, all he had to do was to make sure she wouldn't breathe a word about it. He'd have to make sure she forgets all of it.

He wouldn't be able to keep her quiet. She won't keep it a secret, he knew that, it was the main reason why he had to keep her quiet for so long, to keep her hidden for so long. To protect his secret, to protect his family. He could never allow Kol to discover the truth. He's been careless, leaving an opportunity to these bloody children to steal from him, he should've ended this long ago. Kill the Salvatores (not matter his kinship to Stefan) and the Bennett witch; take Elena by force and use her blood to create more hybrids. And he'd do just that, once he's done with the Kaylah issue.

Klaus knew his time was limited : in an hour or so, Kaylah would be back to consciousness and she'd be able to speak. He needed to make her forget and his witches had a very limited amount of time to make sure that she did.

It would work.

It had to.

Kol was pacing, back and forth, into the living room, patiently waiting for his mate to wake up. He still couldn't believe this was really happening. Kaylah was here. After all this time, she was finally back to him. He's spend a thousand years sinking and swallowing into darkness, yearning for the only woman he's ever loved, yearning for powers he couldn't ever reach; and now, she was finally here.

Kol looks at the open casket, taking in her every traits. His beautiful Kaya. She looked like a raven copy of the past Kaylah. Her 5,2" tall body laying down passively, colors slowly returning to her face and body, her blue eyes remained hopelessly closed, full-lips taking back their usual shade of pink, her long brown hairs sprawled around her round face, dried blood onto her sixteenth century styling clothing.

He grins softly, soon enough she'd be back to him. He couldn't help but notice that his precious Kaya was so petite her feet wouldn't even reach the end of the coffin. It was a silly thing to notice, but happiness was bubbling into his chest like it hadn't in a full millennium. She's always been the one and only love of his life, he's known that since the day he first saw her. It was a mushy-gushy thing to say, but he knew it to be the truth. It was love at first sight. He's known her since birth, Niklaus and Elijah were so head over heels for Tatia that they spent most of their time with her; and so he'd see Kaya a lot.

They've been friends since childhood and he's been a player for most of his life, shagging anything that wanted of him, but eventually the only girl that stayed in his life out his mother and sister was Kaylah. When she turned fifteen everything had changed between them. It was then he knew for sure that she was the one he wanted. The only one. Kaylah was hesitant at first, because of his village-wide known reputation of a man-whore, but eventually she gave him a chance. He had promised to marry her and three years later, he had - they've been united in front of the Gods, their respective families, and the whole village. He had tried to be the best husband to her and when she gave him a son-their beloved Kieran-he felt like life couldn't get any better. He never particularly saw himself as the fatherly person, but once their baby boy was born it became obvious to him that it was meant to be. Everything was meant to happen. He's had the most wonderful wife, the sweetest boy, a great family, his magic growing more and more powerful as time went by, he couldn't have asked for more.

Until that forsaken day had happened... Kol shook his head from side to side. No. No, he didn't want to think about that. Oh Gods, would she hate him when she awakes? What if Niklaus was telling the truth and it was the last thing she remembers about them, about their relationship? The day he had turned, the day he had- done this to her... His delicate Kaya. Oh Gods he couldn't deal with seeing hate in her eyes! It had been so hard when they lost Kieran, she had blamed him, rightfully so he knew, everything had happened because of his carelessness. He should've been more careful, he should've known better.

He clenched his jaw, back and forth. No, he couldn't bear to see hatred in her baby blue eyes. He wouldn't bear it.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't see her fingers move, lightly howsoever, eyes [moving] behind closed lids; her chest heaves, a sudden gasp erupting from her throat and Kol almost jumped in surprise. That's it. It's the moment! His beautiful Kaya is back to him. Truly back! She's awake.

Kaylah sat up into the coffin, blinking rapidly, as she tries to take in her surroundings.

She blinked again as she looked at him. She was in a very odd place she did not recognize in the least,

"Where am I?" She asked softly, her voice a bit sore from the lack of use.

It was so unreal to him, to finally hear her voice again. Finally!

"Home." He didn't want to loose time at explaining everything, yet. "I'll tell you all you need to know, Kaya. But, first, how do you feel?"

She opened her mouth, than closed it. "I-" she was seemingly hesitant. "Okay? I, I don't know..."

"Alright." He smiled sweetly. "That will do for now." He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "It's all that matters that you are alright."

She blinked again, looking at him silently for a short time, unsure what she was supposed to do, to say. The man in front of her was smiling sweetly at her, undying warmth in his chocolate brown orbs; his grip onto her hands very soft and gentle. "Uh, who... Who are you?"

All colors drained from his face. "What?"

"Who are you?" She repeated, a bit more confused. "What-what is happening?"

She looked around erratically, she couldn't recognize anything. She didn't know what that was, she didn't recognize this place. Where was she? "Where am I?" She asked, her eyes finally landing d on herself, she was in some sort of rectangular box - oh good Gods : she was in a coffin! "Why- why am I in a bloody coffin?!"

She easily broke free from his grip and he didn't try to stop her. She was having a panic attack, breathing heavily, he had witnessed a few of those back in the days and he never knew what to do when that happened...

"Calm down! Hey, Kaya, it's okay." He spoke softly, trying to appease her.

"No, it's not!" She shouts at the top of her lungs. "Nothing's okay! Who are you?! Where am I?" Her voice broke over the edge. "...Who-who am I? Oh Gods...!"

Next second she was at the other end of the room, having 'zapped' at vampire speed. It didn't calm her down. At most, it worsen things. Her breathing cut short, her body stumbling lightly, eyes rolling in the back of her head before she limply fell backwards. She passed out.

"Kaya!" Kol gasped, zooming her way just in time to catch her body before it could it the floor. "I got you, sweetness. I got you."

Kol was sitting at the end of the bed, looking down at his wife, sleeping peacefully as an angel a few feet away from him. As pretty as she's always been. She was now wearing some dark red (or maroon, as Rebekah would put it) silky pj's that were a bit too big for her. His sister was 5,5" so obviously she was a bit taller than Kaya. It felt so unreal. He was afraid that if he looked away from her for even a short instant she'd disappear and everything would only turn out to be a dream. A vivid dream. He's had many of those in the past... But this time it was real. Kaylah was back to him.

And he'd never let anyone take her from him again.