Chapter 3
His dark irises flickering around the room, torches lit all around as he listened carefully. Wondering how long he'd been locked in a box, attempting to figure out if he was still in Greece. Sensing that his love had been awakened while the room seemed unfamiliar. No longer seeing the silks and or stone walls.
Hearing the distant voices, two of his brothers and various furniture break and shatter while it hit the wall, and another voice spoke. Kol's fists clenched at how calm they seemed after they had betrayed him once again. The absence of Elijah, the noble one as he held his arms while the bastard plunged the dagger into his heart caused his teeth to grind together.
Remembering the distant screams as a figure pleaded and begged at the looming figure. Only to be confronted with the witches chanting louder and louder while they surrounded the stone-faced temple and a bright icy stare gleaming in fire as his lips twisted into a smirk as he stared at the girl. Pleads falling on deaf ears while she collapsed to the floor in agony. Her arm reaching toward him as tears fell silently down her cheek as the ice blue figure plunged a sliver dagger into his heart. Her cries echoing into his ears as his flesh became gray as thick veins spread across his body, falling limp.
His eyes narrowing in anger and sadness.
He sped out of his coffin, and found himself gazing down at his beautiful sister, Rebekah. So peaceful while still laif asleep looking different than the last time he'd seen her. And found Finn utterly lost and confused as his eyes flickered all around. Hair long and face rough with facial hair and clothes that reflected him as what he was, an ancient relic.
"Kol? What in the bloody hell—"
Chastising her. Pointing towards their eldest brother, Finn. "Bekah, language."
Her eyes snapping towards Kol and shifted towards Finn as tension began to roll off in waves. Still in shock as she noticed the familiar walls and realized she was still in the same decade, still wearing the same red strapless dress and blonde curls tumbling down her shoulders in perfection.
Anger bubbling up beneath the surface towards the bastard of their brother. Losing centuries in the wretched box's. Finn for over 900 years, Kol for over a century, and Rebekah for two weeks. Finn glancing over at his siblings noticing the differences between him and Rebekah as she displayed more skin than he'd been accustomed to. Even Kol as he wore a suit quite different than his, eyes widening as he glanced at his coffin.
A loud piercing scream interrupting the awkward silence as they heard a familiar voice.
"Now, bring what I desire, or I'll pull your intestines through your mouth!"
'Ahh that sounds like Nik." Kol chuckled while Rebekah nodded agreeing with him.
While Elijah held the silver tray as he removed the cloth and revealed the daggers. Noticing the panic and shock reside in Klaus' eyes realizing that the daggers had been removed.
They were awake.
"What have you done?" His face paling at the thought of coming face to face with his siblings after burying the daggers within their chests. And kept the dagger within Rebekah's. Fear rooting him in place as Kol came sauntering towards him, ignoring the invading figures on the steps.
Watching as Klaus shuffled backwards towards the wall while he placed his hands slightly in front of him. Not looking forward to what his siblings had in store for him, especially Kol. His body immovable as he stared at his youngest brother in fear with glossy eyes or maybe it the burning fire place.
"Kol?! Brother."
His voice laced with sarcasm and venom as he practically spit out, "Long time, brother." Almost mocking the term.
"Do you remember what I promised you, Nik?"
Klaus shifted to that horrid time, face pale a shade or two. Remembering the words so clearly as if it was only yesterday. Playing on a loop while trying to escape. Hoping Elijah or even the wretched brothers would distract Kol from the task. But he was wrong, eyes flickering to the smirk resting on Kol's lips.
Putting his hands in front of in surrender, trying to diffuse the situation before it even got more out of control. Meeting Finn's hatred as he plunged the same dagger he'd been reaching for, through his hand. A yelp of pain shot out as Finn twisted it out. The Salvatore's watched on in amusement as Klaus got stabbed in his abdomen and any part they could reach. Finally paying a small price for the havoc he caused in their precious Elena's life.
A lop-sided grin curling at Stefan's lip while he watched Klaus' world dissolved in front of his eyes. His family he had carted around and lost them due to his own paranoia, arrogance, and the fear they would leave him. Suddenly became apparent to Klaus as he groaned in pain. While he tried to take the coward's way out and escape. Rather than confront his angered siblings but the latter became the former. Suddenly his sweet sister appeared in front of him, with a smirk.
"Bekah, don't." Plunging the dagger once again in his abdomen and twisted painfully as it scraped at his flesh.
"Kol?" the foreign voice making everyone turn as they all looked upward. Toward the steps.
The black gown resembling the darkest ancient magic flaring all around her as the fabric crisscrossed around her breasts, amplifying them. Flowing down to her feet, a slit running up the length of her right leg. The material very soft and beautiful. Dark curls cascaded down to her waist and tan skin peeking through the sheer material of her dress.
He whipped around and came face to face with his love. Feeling so many emotions stir within him; feeling the confused glances from his siblings although he knew Klaus knew who she was exactly. He would get his revenge sooner or later.
A smile practically bursting from his mouth. Not being able to hold his excitement as he clapped his hands. Startling the vampires around him. All beauty in that madness. As he stared at her, eyes blinking rapidly as if he couldn't believe she was actually here, that it worked. He would have to pay his witches handsomely.
The strange, but familiar man suddenly appeared in front of her. Just stopping an inch away from her. A sadistic grin reaching ear to ear as he stared at her. Unshed tears burning her eyes as she tried to get to the images, feeling that he was in there.
Moving his gaze upwards towards her face, cupping her cheek in his hand and tilted her face sideways, while the burning questions fell silent on her lips. Feeling a burning sensation as soon as he touched her skin. Unclear images playing rapidly within her mind settling to an unclear image of a man hovering above, a wicked smile with blood red eyes making her afraid.
'Perhaps he could tell me.'
Gasps and shock filled the room as they stared the young beautiful girl. Even the Salvatore brothers' mouths fell open the longer they stared at her. Their treacherous invading eyes moving from her tight ringlets to the golden necklace around her neck and dared to trail even further down.
Sensing their eyes on his Santana, that he swiftly turned to face the outsiders. A low growl emanating from the back of his throat, warning the Salvatore brothers' to back down. Although his eyes gave nothing away, appearing to be cold, a black hole staring back. Daring them to make a move,
But of course Damon didn't back down as he muttered something to Stefan. 'Why he couldn't he ever shut up?' Elijah thought as he stared between his brother and the eldest Salvatore. Not caring that Kol was practically three times powerful than he was, even if he hadn't consumed a drop of blood. Stefan seemed to notice the gleaming glint in the dark-haired brother that just appeared. Trying to pull Damon back towards him, but he didn't listen. And that would be his downfall.
"I'm sorry who are you?" Kol asked rhetorically. Appearing before the eldest blue-eyed and pinned him by his neck against the wall, squeezing painfully hard. That Damon saw black spots bouncing behind his eyes that he was close to passing out. No one daring to separate Kol from the Salvatore.
Feeling relief as he fell to the ground with a thud. His cool fingers rubbing at his neck as he glared at the youngest brother. Ready to retaliate, but Stefan whisked him away from the dangerous increasing tension. Shifting to the girl who stood silently on the steps watching the scene below her, curious.
"It can't be. I killed you." Klaus breathed shocked, Not prepared for this situation. Cutting through the silence. Elijah and Rebekah turned to him.
"Oh don't be such a spoilsport Nik, I was a step ahead of you. I knew you were coming due to Elijah's suddenly inquiring to my location. That while you almost succeeded in killing her, I had my faithful witches preserve her."
Causing guilt to rise within the noblest brother as he stared, stunned. Flickering between Niklaus and Kol. That the truth dawned on him. Seeing all the color drain from Niklaus' face as he suddenly became interested in the polished hardwood floors he designed. While Kol turned back to the woman he yearned for in that wretched box.
'My beautiful goddess'. Tentatively running his thumb along her neck, caressing it as he continued to run his finger down her collarbone to the space between her breasts, before his gaze settled on her dark doe eyes framed by thick dark lashes.
"Santana" he breathed.