Damon Salvatore eyed the original he undaggered. He'd cut his hair since he'd been released and his suit was impeccable. The muscles of his jaw were strangely tight but he otherwise looked unruffled. "Elijah, my favorite original, back from the dead. You clean up nice." Elijah reached into his jacket and pulled out a neatly folded slip of paper. "You left something in my jacket pocket."
Damon eyed the noted and nodded. "Dear Elijah, let's get together and plot the destruction of your brother." He met the originals eyes. "Xoxo,"
"Damon." Elijah said. Damon smiled and licked his lips. "Was I right to undagger you or are we going to have a problem?" Elijah shrugged half-heartedly, a small smiled playing no the corners of his lips. "I'm here. Let's talk." Damon eyed him for a few seconds before nodding once. "Well, I'll start with an easy question. Any idea what kind of Klaus killing weapon could be stashed in a mystery coffin?" Elijah took a deep breath and shook his head, looking away and stepping to the side, eyeing the trees around them.
"My brother is a very mysterious man. He trusts no one. I doubt it's anything good." He looked up at Damon and decided now was probably the best time to address the issues sitting in his study.
"There is something I need to tell you." Damon's face betrayed nothing as he met Elijah's stare. The original was suddenly a little antsy. His thumbs were massaging the insides of his palms back and forth while he stared studiously at the tree line. "I'm listening."
Elijah didn't spare Damon a glance as he continued. "A young woman arrived at my doorstep this morning just a few hours before I was set to meet with you. She asked for me and told me that we had something in common. I invited her in and she told me a rather interesting story."
Damon popped an eyebrow up and stared at the original vampire, waiting for the punchline. "She told me, in detail, of her relationship with my brother a hundred years ago." Damon rolled his eyes and gazed around the glade. "Great. Another person set on Klaus' demise. We should start a collection." Elijah didn't find it as entertaining.
He stopped and stared at Damon, his expression neutral. "Not Niklaus." Damon blinked and met Elijah's eyes. "Which brother?" Elijah took a deep breath and began pacing again. "1914 was the last time I saw my brother Kol breathing. It was then that I helped Niklaus dagger him for the next century. Without my knowledge, Kol had gone and found his mate." Elijah practically spit the word and Damon's brows peaked.
Mate was a strong word in the vampire community. You did not fuck with vampire mates. A vampire's claim over his mate was sacred, a bond that could only be broken through death of either partner. Once mated to a vampire, you could feel each other's emotions as if they were your own. Once a vampire mated, they wanted nothing but their mate's blood to sustain them. Sure, they could survive off regular blood bags but once they had their mate's blood a blood bag was comparable to boxed wine from a grocery store while their mate was Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru from France.
If anyone, human, vampire, werewolf, besides the mated vampire attempted to seduce or claim the chosen mate, the vampire was liable to become volatile. They would attempt to kill first and ask questions later if their mate was involved in any way.
To be mated was both exhausting and thrilling. Damon hoped he never found his mate.
"So are you saying this woman was Kol's mate?" Elijah ignored Damon and continued. "She was not a vampire that much I could tell but I'd never smelled anything like her before. She had a distinctly spicy scent rolling off of her with an undercurrent of smoke. Almost like a bonfire.
"She's quite striking. Long red hair and green eyes with the slightest hint of an accent. She's petite but I can sense a hidden strength in her that would be very dangerous when tested. She was very proper and polite."
Damon digested this information only marginally. It was getting closer to the time when he was supposed to meet Stefan. Damon wasn't going to miss this opportunity so that Elijah could bare his soul.
"Not to be rude or anything but we don't have time for this." Elijah was suddenly in front of Damon. The younger vampire reared back slightly and nodded once. "Okay, continue." Elijah huffed softly and took a step back. "I wasn't sure what she was right away but luckily it was one of the first things she disclosed to me. She is a fairy." Damon's eyebrows really popped up at that one.
"I was under the impression that fairies were almost extinct." Elijah spared Damon a glare. "Almost means endangered. They are indeed endangered. She explained that to me very well." Damon nodded and licked his lips. They felt chapped and dry. Damon prayed to God that Kol's mate was an Aer fairy. They were rumored to be the easiest to deal with.
"I'm assuming she wanted Kol." Elijah nodded. "Indeed. She explained to me how she met my brother. It was only a few months after she'd reached full maturity. It was less than a year before we daggered him. She was just beginning to come into her powers and dreaming of her mate when Kol came along and captured her heart like a hero from a dime store novel." Damon was pretty sure that if he knew how, Elijah would have rolled his eyes.
"Short story, Elijah." Damon prodded. The original swallowed thickly and licked his lips. "She has been waiting until her dreams tell her to come find him. She's known for a hundred years that this was the day that Kol was going to awaken again." Damon looked up. It was one of the benefits of being mated. You could sometimes see the future. Only when it was drastic and involved your mate. Damon would say this qualified as drastic.
"So she's found you and wants to take Kol away. How sweet." Damon didn't see Elijah shake his head. "Not quite, Damon. You see, not only is she a fairy, creatures that are known for their abilities to hold grudges and the clever and imaginative ways they get vengeance. Oh no, she is a fire fairy, the most unpredictable and volatile type of fairy." Damon sighed. Of course the youngest Mikaelson brother would have a fire fairy as his mate.
"My brother certainly picks the ones who are most like him." Damon cringed, hoping Kol wasn't as awful as he sounded. Elijah sighed heavily and smoothed his hands down the lapels of his jacket. He shifted his left hands to his pockets and eyed the Salvatore brother. "I do believe that this can work in our favor, however." Damon turned his eyes to Elijah. "How exactly is this good for us?"
Elijah smiled. It was terrifying and Damon finally understood why all the originals were dangerous. "She says this is the day that Kol is returned to her. Well, let's return him." Damon smiled stiffly, understanding dawning in his mind. He wasn't sure if it was entirely a good thing for the youngest Mikaelson to awaken. Not if Elijah compared the most unstable type of fairy to his brother.
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Amneris was still in the study when Elijah returned from his meeting with Damon Salvatore. He'd told her to remain there and not to leave for anything. Klaus had been pushed back from the door after their terse conversation outside regarding her purpose. Before he left to meet with Damon, she'd informed him of her history with his brother. He was fascinated to say the least.
"He taught you how to harness your power?" Elijah asked. Amneris nodded. She was seated on the edge of her chair with her back straight and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her manners had been engrained in her by her mother while growing up in the early twentieth century. Women were seen and not heard and they were to be proper at all times.
Some habits were hard to break even after a hundred years.
"He did. It's not quite the magic he's used to but my energy was a source of power. Did you not feel the electricity when I entered?" Elijah pressed his lips together to keep his smile hidden. "I did, in fact. It's…exhilarating." Amneris chuckled lightly. "Yes, indeed it is. Kol felt similarly. He enjoyed watching me practice. It was one of his favorite pastimes."
Elijah slowly paced behind his desk. "I assume the purpose of your trip was to see him breathing again." Amneris looked up at him. "Indeed it is. You speak as if this is simply a possibility." She stood and smoothed her hands down the back of her dress. "I assure you, Mr. Mikaelson that he will awaken within the next 12 hours either by your hand or my own."
Elijah slipped his hands into his pockets turned his back to the window, meeting her eyes. "I'm aware of how the mating bond works, Miss Pelletier." She narrowed her eyes slightly at him, a small smile adorning her lips. "Then you'll know that my dreams aren't possible futures they are definite outcomes. He will awaken and I will be there when he does."
She was standing in front of him now. She didn't even reach his shoulder but the power coming off of her was impossible to ignore. "You mistake my inquiries for resistance. I can assure you that our intentions are the same." She lifted an eyebrow and studied him as he adjusted the front of his suit jacket. "What did you have in mind?"
Elijah smiled and stepped around her. "Niklaus has made several enemies rather quickly and yet there are very few beings who can match him in strength." Elijah turned back to the window. Amneris kept her eyes trained on his back. "People are under the impression that my siblings remain daggered due to the grievances they committed against Niklaus; because he was slighted. In actuality, he is afraid of us."
He turned to her, unsurprised by the look of astonishment on her face. "He is afraid of what we can do to him both physically and emotionally. Niklaus' greatest fear is being alone and we are the only ones capable of leaving him. I doubt he even fathoms the thought that we would band together to defeat him.
"I have every intention of releasing my siblings, Miss Pelletier. We just have to time it appropriately."
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The mahogany was cool beneath her hand. Not cold but just slightly below room temperature. The fire glinted marvelously off the polished wood. She could sense him beneath the lid. His aura was bright and inviting even in sleep. She smiled slowly, knowing it was only a matter of time before she saw him again.
Elijah would be coming in soon to remove the daggers. She would get to meet the Salvatore brothers. Elijah spoke of them on a little before the dinner was set to commence. She wasn't sure how she felt about them. She could decide after she met him.
She didn't turn when she heard the doors slide open. She felt Elijah come up behind her and push lightly on the lid of the coffin. She didn't blink upon laying eyes on her beloved. He looked just as he did before he was taken from her. His skin was slightly greyed and he was deathly still but he looked just the same. She heard the brother say something to Elijah. She heard the sound of two more coffin lids being lifted.
"You can undagger him, red. I'm sure he'd love to see you." She looked up at the brother. Elijah had called him Damon. He was tall with dark hair and light eyes but that was all that she liked about him. He reeked of condescendence and self-importance. He did everything for himself. She didn't like him, she decided.
She narrowed her eyes at him and, without breaking eye contact, pulled the dagger from Kol's sternum. Damon lifted a dark brow but otherwise wasn't swayed. She tilted her head to the side and took the dagger that was imbedded in Kol's chest and sliced a clean line across her wrist. Damon's upper lip twitched at the callousness she showed when mutilating herself.
She dropped her eyes back down to Kol and planted her bleeding appendage directly over his lips. She let her wrist rest against his closed mouth and waited for him to come to.
Of course, his lips were the first to move as he came to. He latched greedily onto her wrist and began lapping at the blood with his tongue. She smiled when his skin turned pink again, suppressing her physical reactions to his mouth against her skin. His eyes remained closed as he brought his hands up to her forearm and held her over his mouth.
Damon took several steps back as he watched the youngest Mikaelson brother drink from the fairy. She didn't seem to worry that he might possibly drain her dry. She just smiled at him as he hunched over her arm, her other hand coming up to comb through his hair.
Kol didn't need to open his eyes to know exactly whose vein he was drinking from. She was the first thing he smelled when he awoke. It had taken him a few moments to gather his faculties but the moment her blood touched his lips, he knew his lover was there to lead him out of the darkness.
She tasted the same as the last time he took from her. Smoky and spicy with just a hint of magnolia. She had grown them in her garden back in New Orleans. She always smelled of them. She always tasted of them. He could feel the electricity surrounding her. He could feel the familiar exhilaration she brought him.
He could sense she was growing light headed so he pulled back and lapped at the wound with his tongue, initiating the healing process and keeping more of her precious blood from spilling. He looked up and met her eyes for the first time in who knows how many years. She smiled at him and he was dazzled.
He grinned and swooped forward, pressing his blood stained lips to hers. She sighed and stood up on her toes, pressing her frame to his completely, molding her body to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clenched her eyes shut to stall her tears when she finally felt his arms around her again. He wrapped his arms around her waist like a band, holding her to him. She could scarcely breath but she wasn't about to ask him to release her. She'd been too long without his arms around her.
Kol moaned against her mouth and swept his tongue along the seam of her lips. She bloomed like a flower and he tangled his tongue with hers. She laughed lightly when he spun them in a circle, joyous. He set her on her feet and gently pulled away, wishing he could remain against her for the rest of the night.
Amneris rested her forehead against his and smoothed her hands down his neck and chest, folding her fingers around his vest. Kol could feel the confused gazes of his siblings although Elijah seemed to know exactly what was going on.
He turned sharply and faced his family. His sister looked marvelous with her blonde hair styled into large curls that rested on her shoulders. Finn looked exactly as he did 900 years ago. His hair was far too long for the style of the time. Elijah looked well-kept and put together if not a little tense. As he should be. Kol was pissed and rightfully so.
He'd been daggered for who knows how long, kept out of the warm embrace of his lover and mate and he didn't even get to spend Christmas in Amneris' bed. He felt robbed.
He narrowed his eyes at Elijah and took a menacing step forward. His brother held his hands up as if to placate him and took a careful step back. "Kol, we have larger issues to address." The original didn't find himself swayed, however. He took another step forward only to be stopped as a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked down at his mate. She smiled up at him and stood on her toes, pecking his lips.
"Niklaus is in the other room. Don't you want to surprise him?" His little love thought along the same lines as he did. Just one of the many reasons he adored her.
He tweaked her nose with his and turned back to his siblings, running his hands together menacingly. "Shall we?" Elijah nodded once and straightened his jacket, gesturing for another vampire, one Kol didn't recognize, to proceed first. He did, with caution, and Elijah followed quickly behind.
Rebekah vamped over to Kol and eyed him warily. "Who's this, brother?" Kol smiled darkly and nudged Amneris forward. "This is my mate, sister, Amneris Pelletier. Love?" Amneris held out a hand to Rebekah who eyed it circumspectly before shaking it. She was brought to her knees with a burning pain coursing through her veins.
Finn stared down at her, astonished, before gazing up at Kol who shook his head dangerously. Finn took a step back and eyeing the door that Elijah had disappeared through. Amneris released Rebekah and allowed her to stand. Rebekah was about to sink her fangs into Amneris' neck when Kol wrapped a hand tightly around her jaw.
"I wouldn't even think it, sister. I could kill you for even attempting such an act. Touch her again, and I'll skip daggering you and go straight to death." Rebekah turned wide, fearful eyes up to her brother and stepped back, zooming from the room. Kol eyed Finn and cocked his head to the side. "I think it's time to make an appearance, darling, don't you?"
Amneris watched Kol saunter from the room and pass Elijah and Damon. She turned her emerald eyes to Finn who continued to watch her cautiously. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. Finn drew his eyebrows together before zooming from the room. She heard Klaus cry out twice before she felt it appropriate to make her own appearance.
Kol had Niklaus' arms tight behind his back while Rebekah stood in front of him, a bloody dagger gripped tight in her hand. She didn't spare the Salvatore brothers a glance as they passed her by on their way out the door. She watched as Rebekah rammed her shoulder into Niklaus and stood beside Finn. He had a glass of wine in his hand, curtesy of Elijah, she assumed. Kol released Niklaus and roughly pushed him away, smirking as he stumbled.
Elijah licked his lips and watched the original hybrid right himself and smooth his hands down the front of his jacket in an attempt to regain his composure. Kol sauntered up to Amneris and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, burying his face in her neck and taking a deep breath. Rebekah raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Elijah cleared his throat and retrieved a glass of wine from the table, handing it to Kol who took it distractedly. Amneris pushed lightly against his chest. There was time for all that later. Kol huffed and looked at his siblings.
He smiled widely and swept his arm out wide. "Darling, I don't believe you've met Bekah or Finn." Amneris smiled and nodded at each in turn. "It's a pleasure." Neither vampire moved. "Why didn't you tell us you found yourself a mate, brother?" Rebekah chastised. Kol snorted and took a large sip of wine before passing off the beverage to Amneris. "And have you kill her to spite me? Never." Amneris watched him work the room.
"I wanted her all to myself but then you," He pointed viciously at Klaus. "Had to go and dagger me on Christmas. I broke a promise because of you." Klaus eyed him carefully before sitting on the edge of the table. "Well, no matter, she's here and all is right with the world again." Kol smirked and swaggered back over to Amneris. She popped an eyebrow and perused his figure.
He was still the same man she fell in love a hundred years ago. His bold and charismatic personality engulfed the room. He was lean and prowled the room like a lion. His smile was predatory and he oozed sex. She brought her eyes up to his and he smirked, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek.
"What are you?" Finn had the courage to speak up. Amneris turned her eyes to him and he almost shrank back at the venom directed at him. Amneris tried to control her gaze. He hadn't wronged her; there was no reason to regard him in such a way.
She straightened her spine and licked her lips, eyeing the fire across from her. "I'm a fairy." She said. The fire blazed suddenly and Finn jumped, his eyes widening. Rebekah gaped and scoffed, circling the room. "Of course, you would mate a fire fairy." She said, eyeing Kol. He just grinned proudly.
Rebekah narrowed her eyes and turned them scornfully to Niklaus. "I like what you've done with the place, Nik." She retrieved a vase from the bookcase and threw it across the room, knocking a painting off the wall. Niklaus sighed. "I wanted it to be for all of us. A place we could all call home, a place we could all be a family." Kol rolled his eyes and took his wine from Amneris, downing it in one go.
"None of us would ever have to be alone again." Amneris almost felt bad for the hybrid. He was almost pleading. Almost. "Well, you're right." Elijah looked around the room, taking stock of his siblings' positions. "None of us will be." He pushed off of the table he was leaning on and headed towards the door. Finn soon followed and Kol gestured with his chin to head out.
"You're staying behind." Finn said. His head was thrown back like he was an aristocrat parting the crowd. "We're leaving you, Nik. Right after I kill that doppelgänger wench." Rebekah said. Amneris hooked her arm through Kol's and watched the hybrid stand, his eyes glassy. She'd never heard of a doppelgänger. She wanted to see one of those. "And you will be alone, always and forever."
Klaus narrowed his eyes and stood up straight, his presence commanding attention. "If you run, I will hunt all of you down." Elijah shook his head and turned to face his brother. "And then you will become everything you hate. Our father." Amneris felt like shit just got real. She'd heard that once on a television show and liked the way it sounded. Shit just got real. Niklaus glared and would've killed Elijah if looks could do such a thing.
"I'm the hybrid! I can't be killed! I have nothing to fear from any of you." He laughed. Amneris cocked an eyebrow and wondered if he'd forgotten what she'd done to him just this morning. Elijah smiled like he had a secret. "You will once we have that coffin." Amneris smirked and tightened her hold on Kol's arm.
She turned when the door was pushed open. She drew her eyebrows together when a tall woman greatly resembling Niklaus stared at them all with cold, calculating eyes. Her dirty blonde hair was waist length and wavy. Her eyes were fathomless and impenetrable. She was dressed so far out of the times that Amneris didn't even know what period she was dressed for. "Mother." Rebekah breathed in reverence. Amneris raised an eyebrow and watched as their mother glided down the steps to approach Niklaus.
He'd ducked his head and refused to make eye contact with anyone. Amneris could see the tears on his cheeks. "Look at me." Her voice was commanding as she addressed Niklaus. The hybrid raised his head and stared at her with clear defiance and contempt. "Do you know why I'm here?" She asked. Her voice was jostling. It reverberated off the walls and echoed in your ears long after she'd finished speaking.
Klaus licked his lips. "You're here to kill me." He sounded so sure of her purpose. It was like everyone was automatically out to get him. He trusted no one. "Niklaus, you are my son." She was almost scolding him for doubting her intentions. "And I am here to forgive you." Amneris didn't even think Elijah was expecting that. Their mother took a step back and observed all her children. She eyed Amneris with curiosity before smiling lightly. "I want us to be a family again."
Amneris eyed the woman that created the original vampires. Kol had only mentioned her in passing. He'd never even said her name but he did tell her how he came to be a vampire. Amneris wasn't as confident in the woman's words as her children seemed to be.
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So, I've thought about it and I think I might have Kol and Amneris make an appearance in Denver. I want Kol to smash Damon's head in with a baseball bat and I want Amneris to terrorize Elena. I can't tell you how much I don't like Elena. The only reason I can't get into The Vampire Diaries is because I really dislike Elena. It's comparable to my dislike for Dawson Leery. I really liked writing this chapter and I'm super excited to write the next one.