I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies
Showered, shaved, clean clothes, he felt like a new man, it would've been awesome to have his own clothes, but apparently Klaus, Hayley, and Marcel on their quest to get the hell off the Céleste hadn't grabbed his shit. So, he had stolen clothes from Marcel because they were about the same height and general size, and it'd annoy the shit out of that little shit. He had snagged a beer from the fridge on his way out to the garden, he could feel so much nature he just wanted to relish in it. Even if he froze his ass off at the turning point between February and March. Kol relished in the feeling though, the air, the water, the earth, even the fire from the muted sun, it all felt new to him and he felt alive, Odin this felt good.
There was no agonizing burning in his throat demanding he sink his teeth into anything or anyone, there was no blood lust or cravings.
Oh, he was hungry, his stomach was making itself known, but he ignored that in favor of relishing in this power and connection. His magic still felt abnormal, like lightning racing through his veins and nerves, it was a turbulent storm which was a dull ache, but it was his. Gods above, he felt like himself for the first time in a thousand years and it just felt good to be, to breath the air, to feel the cold of a dying winter and damp of a drizzling rain. A soft sound had him opening his eyes to see Bonnie Bennett walking out to the garden where he was lounging. He took another sip of his beer as he watched the young witch.
"Um… how… how do you feel?" she asked as she wrung her hands nervously.
"Alive," he answered. "What is it, darling?"
"When you… reconnected, I… were you always this powerful, before?" she inquired uncertainly as she sat down.
Kol sat there and thought about it carefully. "I don't know, it's been a millennium," he smirked. "Magic doesn't die, Bonnie, despite what I was, because of what my mother had done to me, it was there, I could feel it like a phantom limb. However, because I was a witch at the time of my death, I was supposed to return my magic to the earth, it's not supposed to be dormant for a thousand years. Now that it's awake it's an adjustment."
"Oh," she nodded. "When I reconnected, it was so painful."
"Expression is disconnection," he said softly. "From self and nature with no regard to the price, and it's a steep price. Yes, it is an unlimited magic, but like immortality, it goes against nature. You draw off of a power which is not in the living or the dead. Reconnection is painful, I witnessed a coven perform an exorcism on an Expressionist."
"And?"
"It killed her."
"But… Davina…?" she started.
"Davina worked around the problem, by giving you ancestors she presented you with a source of power to connect to and draw off of if you could have a good relationship with them. Digging them up, consecrating them, giving them a proper burial, it was enough of a start to reconnect you. You've probably felt more and more connected over time," he explained. "And it will continue to grow as you stop leaning on Expression. Davina's way is to wane you off, not remove you from it, which is safer, it'll take longer but it's safer."
"Makes me sound like a druggie," she snorted.
"It sort of is a drug," he shrugged. "Even a weak witch is powerful with Expression. That kind of power holds allure to people."
She said nothing as she bit her lip and left him then. He just took a sip of his beer and was amazed at how it felt not to have all the emotions churning chaotically through his mind wreaking havoc on his thoughts and self. It was amazing to just be, and it felt good.
"Brother," a voice called which had him cracking an eye open to peer at Elijah.
"Brother," he greeted warily. "Unless we're drinking beers I'm not interested in lectures," he warned as he took another sip of his beer.
"I think that would be marvelous," Elijah decided as he sat. "I did come prepared," he said and Kol noticed the beer in his brother's hand then.
"I'd have thought you to be drinking a red or something," he snorted.
"No, this felt like celebration to be done your way," Elijah said primly as he leaned back and sipped his own beer. "How are you feeling?"
"Weird," he admitted. "The thing in my chest is beating, lungs demand to work, and I'm fairly sure my stomach is growling but I'm too comfortable to get up. Oh, and it's cold and wet, as you probably know, but I can actually feel it, Elijah!" he said smugly as he looked up at the sky.
"So you feel alive," Elijah stated.
"It's strange," he murmured. "Thousand years of hunting for a way to return to this and now I am this and I have no bloody clue how it happened."
"I did desire to ask about that," Elijah started. "I was refraining because I was thinking to have you explain it with Niklaus and Rebekah present."
"I'll still have to explain it a thousand times even if they are here, so ask." Taking another swig of his beer Kol waited as Elijah thought about what he was going to ask. Kol could almost see his brother's mind working before he started.
"What happened on that island? Klaus and Marcel both said you and Davina ran off on your own," Elijah said.
"Silas was reaching out for Davina," he started. "Showed her someone, and Davina knew it was an illusion, so she followed it. I woke when she left, and I couldn't find her, so I tracked her; I didn't think to wake anyone. I guess Silas formed a weak psychic connection with Davina when she was pulling the map from Shane's mind, because the person he showed her was someone she knew wasn't around."
"They were dead?"
"Not exactly," he admitted. "Nik's told you about Davina's claims of being from the future…"
"He has, I'm not sure what to make of it," Elijah admitted.
"Nothing to make of it, the person she saw does not exist yet. Which is why, she knew it was Silas and why she was chasing after it. Eventually we were lead to Silas' tomb. He would've drained Davina if she had been alone. He was animated enough to be up though when we tried to get the cure from him so we could kill him. Some point during the fight Davina got the cure in Silas' mouth, but he bit her, I threw her away, I think that's when she hit the column. He bit me, and I broke his jaw forcing him to take the cure. I staggered away looking for the sword, I thought I needed it to kill him. He started for Davina, so I reacted, I drained him as I pulled my knife. I figured if he truly had no blood left, then he wouldn't get to her, and that'd keep her safe while I found the sword to kill him. I stabbed him in the temple," he said tapping the spot. That weak point in the bones. "He stumbled, I released him to look for the sword but he… I don't know, turned to dust and collapsed a pile of bones," he shrugged. "Then I'm experiencing the worst case of food poisoning and on the floor."
"That's it?"
"That's it," Kol shrugged. "Next thing I know I'm in an astral plane on my farm."
"Your farm?"
"Courtesy of Davina Claire, gotta hand it to the little witch, she's got more spunk than anyone I've encountered, and she's innovative," he muttered. "Fused our souls together as she knocked us out, so my magic didn't sink us. Then I wake up human. Which hurts like hell."
"So you are human?" Elijah murmured.
"Yes," he said as his head came up so he could sip his beer. "I'm human."
"Is it possible, whatever of the cure was within Silas was transferred to you upon your draining of him?" Elijah asked.
"I don't know," Kol admitted. "Elijah, it was gross, I swear…" he shuddered. "I'm not think about that moment unless I have to, grossest thing I've ever done," he muttered as he took a long sip of his beer.
"Still," Elijah persisted.
"It's a possibility," he admitted. "But I don't know what the cure was, or how it worked or anything beyond shoving it down Silas' throat to kill him."
"This is an interesting development," Elijah muttered.
"You're telling me…" he smiled as his head fell back again. "I dreamt of this moment, Elijah, never thought I'd be me."
"How do you mean?" Elijah asked him softly.
"I prefer being this," he said as he gestured to himself. "Being a witch. No heightened emotion, no bloodlust. Just being me."
"If you had known what mother was planning?"
"I would've never permitted you lot to go to that feast, I'd have killed her and father and run, left you lot to hate me, but I wouldn't have let them do what they did. That kind of Magic," he shook his head. "It's an abomination even in Dark and Black Magic spells."
"Do you think we're abominations?" Elijah asked.
"You're my family," he shrugged. "Doesn't matter what else you lot are, you're my family. Does mean I'm on a clock though and Nik cannot dagger me again."
"So even if…"
"Immortality is an afront to nature, Elijah. Life ends in Death, Death is the inevitability of Life," he stated firmly. "I'll be happy to live this life. But when the time for my ends come, it's my time to go, hopefully that won't happen for a while, but it's been a thousand years, Elijah. That's more than enough life for anyone."
Elijah nodded thoughtfully as he sipped his own beer. "As you are human again, you are improperly dressed for this weather, and I must insist you return to the indoors."
"Elijah!"
"As your brother I must insist!" Elijah stated firmly.
Kol groaned but complied because he was starting to lose feeling in his toes. Which was marvelous! But also concerning. Walking into the house he saw Davina sitting at the island over a steaming cup of something.
"Hayley went to the store with Klaus and Caroline to get the humans food, Bonnie went to nap, and Marcel is escorting Thierry and Katie to Logan," Davina stated swiftly before Elijah could ask her what she was doing.
"Very well, I will be in the study," Elijah said as he walked off.
"How are you?" he asked her as he sat beside her at the island.
"Tired," she admitted. "And wide awake."
"It would help if you didn't drink coffee at this hour," he pointed out.
"It's hot cocoa," she lied.
"And I'm an elf," he rolled his eyes.
She giggled as she sat there sipping it. He took another sip of his beer as he sat there.
"Just ask," she muttered.
"When were you going to tell me about the Harvest?" he demanded.
"Hopefully after it had happened," she replied.
"Davina," he started.
"I didn't tell you because you'd do this," she gestured.
"What!?"
"Get possessive and protective!"
"I am not possessive!"
"You're the most possessive person I know once you claim something."
"I am not."
"You killed Katherine Peirce for kidnapping me," she countered flatly.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," he muttered as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Davina gave him a pointed look but shook her head as she sipped her coffee.
"I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want you to overreact," Davina sighed. "I come back."
"Davina, that's dangerous magic," he started. "Replacement magic should not be tampered with, not in a matter like this."
"I'm already channeling my friends, Kol, I know how long I have before that magic will overtake me, and until I get to that point, we have things to do," she stressed.
"How long?" he demanded.
"Harvest has to be completed before Samhain," she answered.
"Why?"
"Because Samhain is when the veil is weakest and a soul can get lost in the journey back."
"Are you certain you come back?" he demanded sharply.
"Yes," she nodded. "However, to ensure I come back, and nothing goes wrong this time, we need to seal off your mother."
"Bloody hell," he muttered.
"We have eight months," she said firmly.
"Before you're killed."
"Yes."
"That's not a lot of time, love."
"We have all the time the world, a lot happens in eight months, Kol. You should know this more than most," she muttered. He watched her casually cast a silencing charm around them and raised a brow. "We have breathing room at this moment though, and we can solve the immediate problems like your mother."
"Yes, but…"
"No buts, your mother is in New Orleans corrupting the Ancestors right now," Davina stated. "I know where her spirit is, all we need to do is trap it."
"Which is not as easy as it sounds," he countered.
"I have a plan for that," she admitted. "But we're going to need patience," she muttered.
"Why?"
"Because we're also going to need to trap your father, and I don't know where his soul is," she answered.
"Mikael? We need Mikael!?"
"We're going to need his ashes. And he'll be easier to trap if we have help."
"What sort of help."
"Sadly, a person I want to drop off a cliff," she muttered sourly.
"Who?"
"Her name is Freya Mikaelson."
"What?" he sputtered.
"She's not awake yet, but she will be, her waking up will make it easier to find and trap, resurrect, and kill Mikael."
"I don't want anything to do with Mikael!" he hissed.
"Too bad, we need his ashes, unless you happen to have another Viking on hand somewhere I don't know about."
"Other than myself, I do not."
"I thought not."
"Why the bloody hell do we need a Viking?" he demanded.
"I'll explain more when we're away from here," Davina muttered as Bonnie reappeared and she removed the silencing charm.
"Just to be clear, is it Big You or Little You I'm talking to?"
"Big," she answered with a smile and sipped her coffee.
"Well, Big Davina, you and I are also going to talk about the Merge and possibly fixing this two-soul problem," he warned.
"Deal," she nodded as she sipped her coffee.
"Isn't it late in the day for coffee?" Bonnie inquired.
"I just woke up from being magically knocked unconscious, coffee is life!" Davina purred.
"I just talked to Damon and asked him to check on the potions, he said that samples two and four look the most promising, but nothing is black or violet," Bonnie said.
"Damon?"
"Caroline came with me, and he's the only one other than Matt or Jeremy who can enter, and I wouldn't trust Jer with a Mr. Chemistry set," Bonnie replied primly. "So… does this make us a coven?"
"Us!?" Davina and he strangled out.
"Oh come on, please!" Bonnie pouted. "I've never had witch friends! Please!"
"We'll think on it, Davina can't join a coven until the bloody Harvest is complete," he growled.
"Trust me, it'll be fine!"
"I do trust you, and it won't be fine," he retorted.
"Yay!" Bonnie grinned as she ran around, and hugged Davina then hesitated before hugging him as well.
"I'm still not teaching you!" he warned firmly as he let the witch hug him.
"Don't care, I'll learn anyway," she assured him.
"At least you're not a complete idiot," he muttered.
"Kol!" Davina swatted his shoulder.
"What!?"
"Be nice!"
"I am being nice! I'm human, love! No more blood! No more rage! And Magic!" he cackled.
"We're so going to regret this," Bonnie laughed.
"Oh I have so much to do, so much to reconnect and try!" he grinned.
"Lord help us," Davina prayed dramatically and teasingly.
"This is going to be a blast!" he cackled as he sipped his beer. "I can get one over on Bex again! Oh I need a body!"
"No!" Davina shouted as he leapt up to do research.
"What?"
"No, no body jumping… just, please no," she pleaded.
"Fine, after your to-do list though we're doing it," he grinned.
"Are you always this excited?" Bonnie chuckled.
"About magic, always," he grinned. "Bloody hell, this is amazing!"
"You know what we should do?" Bonnie giggled.
"What?" Davina asked dryly.
"Take him for like a big fat cheeseburger and pizza," Bonnie said.
"That's a good idea, I have missed appreciating food, real food!" he grinned.
"You've had some of the finest food in a thousand years." Davina pointed out smartly.
"Isn't the same when you're craving blood."
"Very well, but when we get to New Orleans, you're gonna try all my favorites! The spicier the better!" she grinned.
"Sounds like date," he chuckled.
"Oooo! I always wanted to try New Orleans food," Bonnie mused.
"You know what I would kill for right now?" Davina sighed wistfully.
"What?"
"A Beignet, and coffee, covered in sugar, piping hot, fresh," she moaned low and loud. The sound stirred something within him he hadn't felt in so long it surprised him, and he hid it by taking a sip of beer. That sound was the sexiest sound he had heard from a woman.
"Sounds good," Bonnie chuckled.
"It's heaven," Davina assured her. "Damnit, now I'm hungry, Hayley and them should hurry up!"
"You know, I'd settle for anything right now," Kol admitted.
"Thinking about food has me hungry," Davina admitted. Kol looked her over but didn't respond as Bonnie started chatting up Davina. It fully hit him how human he was right now as he looked at Davina.