"What fresh hell, has Kol gotten into himself this time?" Rebekah asked as she looked down at her chained "brother." The eyes of Kol looked up to her but then again it was no her brother that was looking at her. It was someone else.

Caroline sighed as she stood besides Rebekah. Rebekah scooted away a bit. Despite all the time that Rebekah had spent with Caroline something inside of her did not like her. Rebekah could not put a name to it, but she just did not like the woman and could not bring herself too no matter how hard she tried. Maybe it was because of the way that Kol was infatuated with her when she first became a vampire, but that was just an excuse.

If Rebekah really examined herself it was because she was the only woman in the family and wanted to keep it that way. She wanted to be the sole woman in the Original family and that was hard when her brothers kept bringing in their paramours. Rebekah sook her head.

This was not the time for thoughts like that. No she needed to make sure that whoever was possessing Kol was gone from his body. Marcel was back and he had brought the witch with him again.

Klaus was busy fussing over Caroline. Rebekah rolled her eyes. There was something to be said about the care that the two of them had for one another. They looked at one another with such tender care and adoration. Rebekah had once looked at Stefan like that, but when her eyes went to glance at him, he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at Elena.

Somehow that trollop had managed to return from the dead. She was wearing plain clothing and a jacket that Stefan had wrapped her in despite the summer heat. She sighed and looked down at Kol once again. Or Not-Kol. Whatever.

"And who are you exactly?" she called down to the main chained in the darkness.

"Darius!" he called out. She sighed and looked around. Rose was gone. Good.

"And I guess that Rose was in on this little plan?" Rebekah asked.

"From the very start!"

God you couldn't even trust the help anymore could you. Rebekah sighed. She was never the one for planning. Elijah made the plans or Klaus and she just followed through on the execution. But with Kol gone, Elijah, working against them, and Klaus too busying clucking over Caroline it was up to her to deal with the situation.

Her mother was also chained to the wall besides Darius with siphoning magic chaining her to the walls. Rebekah took a deep breath in. She could do this.

"Davina," Rebekah called looking away from the darkness of the basement. "What have you found?"

"Whatever is inside of Kol is something called a Traveler," Davina said as she turned the pages of her grimoire. She was scanned each page carefully and Rebekah hoped that there was something inside of there that could help them get Kol back. "They are witches that have been cursed because they wanted to use their magic to upset the balance of nature. The curse prevents them from gathering in their original bodies so they developed a spell that allows them to ride inside the bodies of others. They are even barred from using traditional magic."

"That is fine and dandy, but how exactly do we get him out?" Rebekah said with an emphasis on the last words. Davina shook her head and pointed to something in the book. Rebekah walked over and looked over the witch's shoulder. There, drawn in the book, was a long knife with a green hilt. It was something old and something precious. Something that they did not have time to locate.

"That will not do. We need an immediate solution. Something that we can use now preferably." The love birds were of no use and Rebekah wanted her brother back now. Not whoever was inhabiting his body. Davina skimmed more pages and sighed, looking up at Rebekah.

"We could always kill him," Davina said with a sigh. "It would force Darius out of his body and then make Kol come back."

"Why didn't you say so?" Rebekah said. She turned and walked down the stairs. Darius looked up at her from brown eyes that were so familiar to her. She knew those eyes and she knew everything about Kol. But this was not Kol that she was dealing with. This was somebody else. She sighed and reached forward to place her hands on his neck.

"What are you doing?" Esther asked from her corner. She turned her yes to her mother. She was sluggish with the lack of magic but Rebekah only smiled at that.

"Only being the monster that you made me to be," Rebekah answered.

It was with a quick twist of her wrist that Kol's neck snapped. She expected something, a gasp, a scream she expected something from her mother. When she turned her eyes to her mother all she could see was a frown on the other woman's face.

"Not surprised?" Rebekah asked leaning against the wall of the basement.

"I have been watching g you on the Other Side for the past a thousand years. I have seen you do a lot worse."

"I bet you have," Rebekah said. She rushed up the stairs and slammed the door to the basement behind her. There was nothing that she could get from that woman. She remembered the words that she had said to Nik. The words that she said. Monster. She had called her own son a monster.

There was no turning back now.

Rebekah looked to Nik and cleared her throat loudly to get the attention of everyone. "Well, now that the ordeal with Kol has been settled. Marcel I need you to round up some wolves from the bayou. I will compel a nurse."

Stefan immediately stood in front of Elena. His stance guarded. "You will not be using Elena as a blood bag."

"We need an army, Stefan. Besides it isn't like we are going to kill her. We just need a blood bag or two," Rebekah said with a sigh.

"Rebekah is right," Elena said. Rebekah raised a brow at that. The insipid girl was actually agreeing with her. Maybe death had made her develop a brain. "Katherine and the witch she is working with have so many witches and werewolves under their control. We are going to need foot soldiers too."

"But Elena—"

"I need to do this Stefan," Elena said cupping his face. "I need to do this in order to make the world a safe place for us." Rebekah gagged as Stefan leaned into the touch.

"Nik, ready yourself to give your blood to the wolves. We need to ensure that they are sired to you."

When she turned to face her brother he was snogging with Caroline. God, why was she the only one with a good head left on her shoulders right now?

It was an interesting morning. Marcel had gathered some of the werewolves from the bayou telling them that they were getting a chance, an opportunity he had phrase it, to become something better. To become something more than themselves.

Every wolf across the world had heard rumor of this pitch. They all knew what was coming next. They would be offered blood, the blood of the one and only hybrid, and then they would be killed. It was what came after that that made everyone hesitant. Blood pouring from eyes and noses and the uncontrollable hunger. It was something that Cecil would have never wished upon even her worst enemies. But that was the offer.

No one had offered themselves up. So they were forced to choose. Either they joined Marcel in drinking the blood or their whole pack died. In the end it was twelve of them that were sacrificed. It was Cecil and a couple of other able bodied werewolves that were handed over to Marcel in order to protect the rest of the pack.

When she had ingested the blood, Cecil had to keep from gagging at the heavy metallic test that lingered on her tongue. She wanted nothing more than to spit out what was being poured down her throat. But the vampire that was pouring the blood down her throat had a keen eye and she did not want to put the rest of the pack at risk. So she drank the blood despite wanting nothing more than to be anywhere else.

When the blood was ingested she was killed. Death was a lot like sleeping. Except it was more abrupt when you woke up. She awoke with a shock and a sharp pain in her neck. A mug of blood was shoved into her hands and it was different from the blood she had drank before she died. This smelled… good?

It was hard to describe. It smelled of the iron tang that all blood had but there was something new in the blood that she had never smelled before. A hint of sweetness. Cinnamon? Nutmeg? She pondered for a moment before the burning in her throat stopped her.

God, she was so thirsty. She needed to drink and this ambrosia in a cup was all she had. Cecil drank the blood in one gulp. It was sweet. So sweet. And it quenched the thirst in her throat. She sighed with relief.

And then it was there. That itch. She and the other had survived, the Original Hybrid himself had come out to congratulate them and then give them their orders. But Cecil tuned him out. There was an itch in her skull. It was not an itch in the literal sense, but more of an urge? It was hard to explain. It was like when you knew the answer to something but the memory eluded you. You knew and did not at the same time.

Cecil wanted to scratch that itch, but as she exited the plane it only became worse. They were in the Hangzhou, China. They were told that their target was here and that they needed to be exterminated. The itch got worst the longer that they wandered the streets of Hangzhou.

Go left, something inside of her urged.

"I think our target is going to be to the left," the de facto leader of the group said. The rest of the group nodded. They all felt it. The urge and itch. They just knew, but how? How did they all know that they needed to go to the left? Something in Cecil's belly flopped.

This was wrong. Something went horribly wrong with them. But no matter how much Cecil wanted to leave her feet would not let her. It was like she was being dragged with a current. The tide pulled her in and Cecil could do nothing but walk towards it. Tears burned at the edges of her eyes but she swallowed them down. This was not the time to cry. Not when the itch was finally beginning to alleviate.

They walked into t a construction site. It was in an area with little foot traffic and when they entered Cecil felt the itch grow to something unbearable. She felt it, the need and the urge, and every hair on her body stood on end.

"I know you feel it," a voice said from above them. They all looked up to see a woman sitting on top of an exposed steel beam. She swung her foot, looking nothing more than a girl at play. She was young and Cecil knew despite the lack of identification that the Originals were able to give about the Expression witch, this is who they were looking for. "I know that you feel the urge with the enchanted blood that you drank."

She knew it. There was something wrong. That blood had tasted too good and now she felt this itch in her skull.

"Don't worry just give in. Allow the magic to do it's work," the witch said still swinging her feet. It was like Cecil's brain was burning. It was burning out every thought that she had. Every memory she had. All that was left was the witch's words. "Let your hands do the talking."

It was Cecil that moved first. Her hand reached out and dug into the chest of Samuel. He cried out as his heart was ripped out of his chest. Cecil could not help herself. Her head itched and she just… she had too. The other followed suit. They tore into one another. It was madness.

How could the citizens not hear them screaming as they killed one another? Cecil chanced a look up and saw the witch looking down at them with that smile. Why? Why was this happening?

They had never done anything to anyone? They stayed in the bayou and watched their own and minded their business.

In another life, werewolves must have been monsters. Because that was the only explanation for this. Cecil cried out as a hand plunged into her chest. It gripped her heart and for every beat the hand squeezed and she stared up at the witch.

She only smiled. Cecil no longer felt the itch.

Kol was coming to himself. He had watched as Darius had traipsed around in his body with nothing but fury. But there was nothing that he could do in that moment. He watched as he had trapped Caroline and worked with his mother to try and kill them all. But there was nothing that he could do. It was like he was trapped behind a sheet of glass and all he could do was scream and cry out and hope that someone, anyone, would notice that it was him.

And then they did. And now, when his neck was healed it would be Kol in control again. It would be Kol driving and no one else. Kol made sure to make a note of the Travelers. Oh, he was going to make sure that they all burned. He would hunt down each and every witch that claimed even a gene of Traveler blood. He would make them rue the day that they crossed paths with him.

Kol sighed as the darkness before his eyes brightened. He thought that he would away to see the faces of his family. To see the people that he had spent the last thousand years with fighting and bickering and loving. But that was not the sight that met him.

Instead he was met with a city. A town where he could nothing more than watch as the people passed him by. There he saw Katherine and Elijah standing there. His heart soared when he saw his brother. He knew that his brother was a good person. He only liked to use violence when he absolutely had to. If it were not for his brother's unfortunate taste in women, Kol would say that he was damn near being a perfect gentleman.

But something was off. Though his vision was trained on them, his peripherals were hazy like in a dream. That is what clued Kol in to the fact that this was nothing more than a vision from whatever time. He could not tell if this was happening right now or if this was something that had already happened. But he watched closely as his brother spoke.

"And how will this allow us to be together Katerina?" Elijah asked. The smooth cadence to his voice soothed Kol. When they were young and Kol was frightened his brother would tell him stories of Thor and Freyja and Odin. The world was full of magic then and it still was. Though something told Kol that it would not be for long.

Katherine smiled and though both sides of her mouth curled up, it looked more like a smirk to Kol. Something about Katherine always made Kol think that she was scheming something. For a long time, Kol had thought she wanted nothing more than protection from Klaus and that was why she was shacking up with his brother. But when her plans in Mystic Falls did not work, he was sure that she would move on with her life. But seeing her with Elijah was a bit of a surprise for him.

Maybe she was not as cold hearted as he was lead to believe.

"Everything has to go according to plan," Katherine sang out. "If the witch cannot make her triangle then she cannot gain the power that she needs."

A triangle.

Kol calculated everything that he remembered seeing when Darius was in control. There was the massacre in New Orleans and then they must have manufactured another massacre elsewhere but where?

A shrill sound rang out and Katherine smiled as she picked up the phone. "Hello?" Kol could not hear the person on the other side, but it must have been good news (meaning bad for him) as Katherine's smiled grew larger. She closed the phone with a click and looked at Elijah.

"Two out of three down. She just finished her part over there. Which means that we need to do our part here," Katherine said.

"Killing humans—"Elijah started but Katherine interrupted him.

"Don't worry. I made sure that I got the worst of the worst. These people have no redeeming qualities and they have no regrets for what they did, so you can make them suffer if you want." Katherine had stopped walking to lean close to Elijah. She ran her finger over his chest and he shivered.

Where were they? If they were completing the triangle, Kol needed to know the scale. He needed to know how much power they were going to be generating. Kol needed to find out more somehow. He made note of the place where they were standing. It had to be equidistant. It had to be equidistant Kol kept repeating in his head.

The two vampires walked into a basement, but Kol's vision stopped at the door. Kol curse as the last thing he could hearing was screaming. Vision rapidly fading, Kol stretched out what little power was still inside of him. He needed a location. He needed to know where Elijah and Katherine were. But there was nothing his magic to hold on to.

He reached out his magic tangling with something and he could see a sign. A town. His heart brightened as the sign came into focus. He strained the last vestiges of magic inside of him. Sekoma, the sign read in big white letters.

Welcome to Sekoma. The visions faded as soon as it arose and Kol sighed repeating the name to himself. Sekoma, that was where Elijah and Katherine were. That was where they finished the last of the triangle. Kol knew that the next place where they would go was Silas's place.

They would make their way there the moment that they got the chance. The darkness was brightening again and this time Kol knew what he would tell his family. Kol's vision brightened and he could see that he was in his room in New Orleans with Rebekah standing out him.

"Kol," she cried out and hugged him. But Kol was a man on a mission and pushed her off.

"They have completed the Expression triangle. We don't have much time," Kol said to Klaus who was sitting in an arm chair beside the bed.

Klaus closed the book that he was sketching in with a raised brow. "Tell me everything."

And so, Kol began to explain.

Author's Note: Second chapter of the day! Gonna write the third as soon as I post this! Y'all we are in the final stretch! This story is about to come to a close and I hope that you all enjoy the story that I have written thus far. I started this when I was in eighth grade and now I'm a working adult. Haha, time sure does fly by. Okay off to write the third chapter of the day! See you soon!