A/N Sorry this is so late, I struggled a lot. So just so you know, Hope is in this story. I don't know about anyone else but I love the baby storyline. If you don't like this, you don't have to read it so don't send me hate if it's not your thing. But I hate Hayley, so in this story she died in the end of season one after giving birth to the child, Dahlia won't be appearing, I never liked her either and neither will Freya. Mikael is not in this story either. I'll be changing a few things to fit that.

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One Month Later

"Thank you, love."

Klaus smiled charmingly at the compelled girl, wrapping her wrist up in a bandage before he gestured for her to leave She happily followed his orders, securing the bandage around her wrist as she left the Mikaelson household. He got comfy, smiling at his daughter who was sitting in her high chair, playing with her toys with a happy smile on her face. The child squealed happily when her aunt entered the room, looking up at the blonde came closer. Rebekah smiled happily at Hope, kissing her niece's cheek before she sat across from her hybrid brother. They bid one another good morning as Rebekah poured herself tea and buttered her toast, shaking her head when she noticed Klaus' cup of blood.

"Really, Nik? At the breakfast table?"

"You have no shame, do you brother?" Elijah commented, making Klaus chuckle.

"I am just enjoying my breakfast, brother."Klaus stated, leaning back in his seat, looking around when he noticed one of the chairs were vacant, meaning that they were missing someone.

"Where is Kalia? I haven't seen her since...a while actually. Her room is next to Hope's and I usually hear the turning of her book pages but I never heard that this morning."He said, frowning."She usually comes down, insults me, bids good morning to my child before she helps me with my mission on finding a witch suitable enough to teach Hope. All while insulting me some more."

"Yes, she has come fond of Hope and more fond of criticizing you, brother."Elijah agreed, taking a break from feeding Hope."I think that has been some progress, don't you think?"

"Not likely. In fact, she has gotten worse."Rebekah took a sip of her tea before she replied to her brother, a forlorn look on her face."Nobody has seen her lately. Since her meeting with the witches she's been...moody. I think she has finally come to realize that her task has no ending. Well, not a happy one."

"What did happen at that meeting?"

Elijah, who was feeding the child, replied instead of Rebekah this time."They refused her and when she pushed, they banished her from the cemetery. She can't enter at all. They told her that they weren't going to help and even if they could that the other side was gone which meant that Kol was gone, too. She's been...detached ever since. But she's still not stopping. She's got every book Kol has ever laid hands on up in her room and i'm sure she's read them all more than once."

Klaus shook his head with a long sigh, licking blood from his finger as he thought.

Kalia had arrived the day after their phone call but didn't even stop to greet them. She had rushed up to Kol's old bedroom and had dug out over fifty books, including spell books to try and find something that could help her. She wouldn't reply if someone tried to talk to her, even Rebekah who was her best friend. She only stopped to leave the Mikaelson home and that was either to the cemetery or to collect more books. About a week after returning to New Orleans she had a meeting with the witches. The meeting hadn't gone well. The witches acknowledged all that Kol had done for them but the Elders didn't care. They hated vampires with a passion. They refused to give that power to help and told Kalia that even if they agreed to work with her, their attempts would be impossible because the Other Side was gone, which meant that Kol was gone too.

Kalia hadn't reacted well. Like Kol, she did not like being refused.

She killed four witches That resulted in her being banished.

"Marcel told me that there has been attacks on locals."Klaus said a moment later, looking over at his sister."Attacks that had started after the meeting with the witches. Which means-"

"That Kalia killed them. She's spiralling, Nik."Rebekah signed, her frown appearing again."Despite the fact that she is powerless to bring him back because it is impossible she feels as if she's betraying him. So she's lashing out and punishing herself."

"She's too old to turn it off. So she's punishing others too, bringing them down with her."Klaus said, leaning back in his seat with a long sigh.

"...and how would you know the inside of her mind, brother?" Elijah wondered, wiping Hope's hands with a napkin.

Klaus shrugged, finishing off his blood, standing before he picked up his daughter."Easy."He shifted, an unreadable smile crawling onto his face.

"That's exactly what Kol and i would do."

One Hour Earlier

"Are you going to answer that any time soon, Kalia?"

The vampire in question who had been sipping on her tenth drink that hour, raised her head when the young, blonde bartender behind the bar repeated her question before she pointed at the mobile on the bar next to Kalia's glass. Kalia sighed, grabbing her mobile after downing her drink, gesturing for the blonde behind the bar to fill it up again. Her mobile had been ringing non stop since she had left the Mikaelson household a few hours earlier. It had gotten to the point that she was close to smashing it. She wanted to but she couldn't because she had a lot of witches' numbers in the mobile. Witches that, unlike the ones in New Orleans, were loyal to Kol and despite the face that the other side was gone, they were still looking.

But that didn't mean she still wasn't tempted to throw it.

Six Missed Calls From: Hybrid Dick, Bex and Elijah.

Ten Unread Messages from: Bex and Klaus' Fosterling

Kalia shook her head, pressing the red button when Klaus' name flashed on her screen again."Nope."She then looked up at the blonde behind the bar."And how do you know my name?"

The blonde smiled, shaking her head."Sorry. I'm Cami. I'm a...friend of Klaus', I guess. I'm sort of involved in all their business. Rebekah was here a few weeks ago and was bragging about how you were coming back, she said that she missed you. Kinda of why i'm keeping the bar open even though everyone is gone."

"How nice of you."Kalia nodded, taking a sip of her drink."Yeah, I was gone for a while."

"Sorry to ask, but are you an Original?"

She shook her head once again."No, i'm old but not that old. I'm just a close family friend."Kalia replied as Camille poured her another drink."I was raised by one of their siblings."

"Which one? Klaus told me about his family when he wanted me to write down his life." Camille asked with a kind smile."Well, compelled me, more like."

"Kol."Kalia replied, smiling softly at his name."I was raised by Kol."

"Kol?"Camile asked, releasing a small chuckle."Klaus never told me about you. It's shocking, from what i've heard about him."

"Why?"

"Because, well, after Klaus told me about your family I did research. My uncle had mountains of files on vampires and I looked through them. I knew that the family was famous, but after reading, it seems that Kol was the worst of them all."Camille said without thinking."He's the main reason that people fear his family, right? Why they call them monsters?"

Now, the way Camille said it wasn't meant to be rude or harsh. It was true. Kol and Klaus had made the Mikaelson name famous. They had both travelled the world and turned people just for the sake of it, they had caused people to write books about them and even worship them. But even then, what was most known about the Mikaelson family was through fear. But something inside Kalia snapped when she heard Camille say that Kol was the reason why people saw the Mikaelson's as monsters. That wasn't true at all. Kol wasn't a saint, but he was not a monster. If any of the Mikaelson's were monsters, it was Klaus. Even Kol had seen him as a monster and because of that, Kalia wouldn't hear anything bad said about him. Kalia's eyes darkened and Camille's smile fell from her face when she saw Kalia's fists clench.

"I didn't mean anything by it. Look, i'm s-"

Camille didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because a second later, Kalia's fingers were locked around her throat. The human was pulled forward, over the bar, causing glasses to smash to the ground and she let out a loud scream when Kalia sank her fangs into her neck. Painfully. She struggled, fought against the vampire but it did her no good, she was too strong. There was no stopping Kalia just like there had been no stopping her ever since she had that meeting with the witches. She just didn't care. Kalia hadn't cared much for human life before but she had always had control over herself, but now, at that moment in time, there was nothing stopping her.

"Please! Stop!"

This only seemed to urge Kalia on.

She bit down harder on the blonde, her blood tasting better due to how scared she was. She could sense Camille's tears and heard her racing heartbeat along with the whimpers that left her. She growled, tugging back on her hair to get a better angle at her neck.

"KALIA!"

The vampire didn't seem to notice another voice in the bar. She was too focused on how good it felt that Camille's life was slowly coming to an end. Her heartbeat was slowly becoming weaker and her struggles were becoming nothing but light hits against her in an attempt to push her away.

"What the hell are you doing? Let her go."

Kalia released a growl when arms locked around her and pulled her away from Camille's neck.

"STOP!"

She roared, blood dripping from her chin, her red eyes dangerous.

"KALIA!"

She snarled, fighting against whoever was holding her, her eyes set on Camille's pale face. Blood dripped from her fangs and chin as she struggled against whoever was holding her. The person holding her hushed her, but that didn't work. She fought hard, wanting more blood to sedate her, to calm her. She was just about to win against their arms, when she was shoved aside when whoever was holding her flashed over to Camille, who was on the bar, body hunched. It was Marcel who had stopped her. Now having some control over herself, she watched as Marcel checked Camille over. He even bit into his wrist in order to help her, but from what Kalia could hear, it was too late.

Camille was dead.

He turned to her, expression one of guilt."You killed her. Why?"

Kalia wiped her face, her human features coming forward.

She stood in front of Marcel, expression unreadable."She spoke ill of someone she didn't know."

"Who?"

Marcel didn't have to ask again; her expression told it all.

Marcel let out an angry growl, pointing at Kalia."He is dead, okay!?"He yelled out, eyes wild."Kol is dead. He is gone. Nothing is going to bring him back. I'm sorry for you, for all of you, but it is time that you get that into your head before you do something else stupid."

"Bite your tongue, Marcel!"Kalia yelled back at him, eyes threatening."He is-"

"-dead! Kol Mikaelson is dead, Kalia. Accept it."

Kalia numbly stared at him for a few more moments, her eyes unreadable until she finally grabbed her things and left the bar, leaving Marcel to clean up her mess. Marcel watched her go, slamming the door shut before she turned away. He stood there for a few moments, the scent of blood heavy in the room. Marcel sighed, digging into his pocket and pulling out his mobile. He hit speed dial and held the mobile to his ear, waiting for who he had called to pick up.

A few seconds went by and he finally got an answer, though by the sounds of it the person on the other end was busy too.

"Klaus?"Marcel said, refusing to look at the body of one of his closest friends.

"What is it? I'm not really free at the moment...Hope has decided that she wants to crawl now and is running everybody ragged by wanting to explore the entire bloody household."

"Yeah...we got a problem..."He breathed out a long breath, running a tired hand over his face."...a big one."

It was as if Klaus could understand what he was really saying and Marcel heard him shout for his siblings.

"What has she done now?"

Present—Lafayette Cemetery

"Kol, do stop looking at your reflection and come over here."

"I am just observing my new body."Kol replied, glancing over at his mother before he looked back at his reflection."Although I like being a witch, I would prefer to be in my own Original indestructible-like body. In fact, having the two put together would be better. This Kaleb body is handsome but does not hold a candle to me."

Esther sighed, and glared at him, gesturing for him to join her."Sit, Kol. Now."

The youngest Mikaelson brother, who had been smiling at himself in the window reflection turned around, and smirked cheekily at his mother before reluctantly doing what he had been told. He stalked over to where she was standing at the table and stood across from her. She stood and was doing a spell that she had been working on for the past few hours. He had an idea of what it was but knew that his mother liked doing things at her own pace and he didn't fancy being scolded like he were a child. So, he got comfy and toyed with a flower that she had been previously using.

"Speaking of me, mother, when do I grace New Orleans with my presence?"He asked, sitting down on one of the stools and leaning back."I am bored with sneaking around like some common toady."

"Not for much longer. Your siblings have just won a war, which, in fact, meant that we no longer have to hide. Now, I will control the witches and the werewolves. With the vampires in exile, we can begin to take root in our new home."She replied, smiling softly when Finn entered and sat down."It means that we can finally show ourselves and go along with the family reunion that I have planned."

Kol leaned back, a small smile on his face as he half listened to his mother and his brother, spinning the flower in between his fingers. As he did, he studied his hand, clenching his fist before opening his hand then doing it again. He felt...strong but weak. He had magic, but he was no longer an Original and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Both had pros and cons. If he could, Kol would be both, including back in his own body, which he preferred.

But despite that, there were some good points to being in another body, some of which he was looking forward to test. This body would satisfy him for now and he would enjoy it while it lasted.

It was good to be back in the world, where he could be seen, where he could touch.

Even if he was stuck in another body.

Now all he had to do was find his missing lamb.

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