"So why don't we just kill her?" Annoyed, Anthea took a deep breath and tried to explain herself one more time.
"Because, Kol. If I kill her, Elijah would lose it, but he'd hate me, and go on a rampage that could level this cursed little town, and I'd never get my chance to be with him again."
"And if you keep her alive?" She smirked.
"Then I can watch her little world fall apart, piece by piece, as I steal your brother away from her. Unravelling him as I go."
"The point of the whole thing being... What, exactly?" She groaned, and her head fell into her hands. "I get that you want my brother back the way he was. He was a lot more fun that way." She looked up at Kol, but barely saw him through her hair.
"But?" She watched as Kol took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before turning his attention back to her.
"But, he was also dangerous. If he loses his calm... I fear we wouldn't get him back this way a second time." She nodded, letting him assume that she agreed, but she didn't.
I don't want him to be like this, Kol. Can't you see that? We, of all people, should know that it's a bad idea to suppress our desires, our impulses. Being like this isn't good for him. Why is it so hard for them to see this?
"Of course..." She jolted from her inner monologue, suddenly remembering that she wasn't alone. She looked at him expectantly, urging him to continue. He smiled at her. "If anyone can send him in, and bring him back again, it's you Anthea. None of us ever understood what you and Elijah had, for the longest of time we were convinced you had him under some kind of spell, yet when he turned you, your bond only got stronger..." She nodded absently, trying not to blush from the compliment as he stood to leave.
"We loved each other Kol. I still do. It's my fault he doesn't love me anymore, and I've paid for my betrayal over and over again. I will get him back. No matter what it takes." Kol watched her for a second, curiosity overcoming his features. She turned away from him, and began to walk in the opposite direction from him.
"What exactly did you do to turn him against you?" She stopped. Her answer choking her from the inside. Tears threatening to spill at the memory. Shaking her head, she pretended not to have heard him, and continued walking. Ignoring the feeling of his eyes boring into the back of her skull as the memories burned along with the tears silently crawling over her porcelain white skin.
She turned around, to see if he was still standing there, he wasn't. The square was dark, and the crisp winter breeze nipped at her skin. She saw a dark figure crossing towards her, and then disappearing just as she recognised him, and fear of his appearance began to close in on her.
Mikael.
Impossible. They killed him, didn't they?
She looked again, there was no one around for miles. She shook her head again and continued on her way, chuckling to herself for believing her mind had stopped playing tricks on her for once.
A twig snapped behind her, and she spun around in time to see dark hair and white skin reach out towards her, and as her moment to fight back disappeared, she cursed herself mentally. A resounding snap echoed in her ears as her neck twisted to an unnatural angle, and she let the darkness close in over her.