HI~ Two chapters in one week? Who am I? I was so excited to get to this chapter that I ended up writing most of it in two binge writing sessions!
I'm dropping a few foreshadowy bits as to what Lissa is(HINT: It's something I've made up, so it's all completely new!) And we get a scene with someone everyone has been wanting to meet! Let me know how you like the dynamic between the two of them-you'll know who ;)
Thank you to everyone that's reviewed, favorited and followed! I swear those are what motivates me half the time!
Without further ado~
Previously on 'Ghost of Lifetimes Past'
Bonnie nodded. "We're doing a séance."
Great, well, she wasn't going to stop Damon when he attacked Bonnie/Emily. If Bonnie wanted to be stupid and get possessed by a dead witch bitch that was knowingly pissing off a vampire that was stronger than Bonnie, then she can. Lissa was done playing nice with them. She tried the 'gear them a different way' now she was just going to go along for the ride and afterwards tell them a very sweet "I told you so."
After refusing to participate in the séance, despite the pleading of Caroline, Lissa sat in the living room listening to Caroline and Elena freak out as Bonnie had, much like she'd said would happen, gotten possessed. Or was currently getting possessed? She didn't know the right terminology.
Either way, Bonnie was trapped in the bathroom with the haunted crystal.
"Lissa! Come help! Something is happening to Bonnie!" Elena yelled from upstairs.
She rolled her eyes as she sighed and stood up. Walking up the stairs she listened as Caroline and Elena continued to bang on the bathroom doors. Once she was at the bathroom herself she lightly pushed the two frantic girls out of the way and gave the door one big thump.
"Emily, I think it's time to stop being a dramatic bitch and come out."
There was a pause of silence from everyone before the sound of the lock clicking came. Slowly the bathroom door opened and Bonnie came walking out, face devoid of emotions.
"I must go." She insisted, walking past Elena who followed behind her, asking if she was okay.
Caroline, unlike Elena, stayed with Lissa upstairs. "That wasn't Bonnie, was it?"
"No, no it was not." She shook her head, before nudging the silent girl. "Now come on, I'm pretty sure we're gonna have to go on a search for her. Knowing how dramatic witches are, Emily probably just booked it without saying anything."
As the two made their way to where Elena could be heard freaking out over the phone to Stefan, Lissa studied the rather calm Caroline. This was her first bout with the supernatural, if you didn't count Enzo showing his vamp face nor Lissa's own runic tattoos. This was real, and was affecting her friend.
Lissa was proud that the blonde wasn't freaking out, despite knowing that she probably wanted to. A lot of times people forget that Caroline, for all her girly-girlness, was raised the Sheriff's daughter and Lissa's own best friend. If that didn't prepare a person for high stress situations, she didn't know what did.
Just as the two of them got to the entryway to see Elena tugging on the door as hard as she could, Jeremy barged right through causing the brunette girl to let out a scream. "Whoa, Elena. You okay?"
"She's fine, Jer. Just had an eventful night that's all. I'll tell you about it later, why don't you go upstairs?" Lissa spoke up.
Jeremy glanced between all three girls before shrugging and going to his room. If Lissa hadn't asked for his help, she didn't need it. Plus, whatever was going on looked really dramatic and he had research he needed to do for that extra credit.
Elena turned to Lissa, eyes wide in her fear for her best friend. "Bonnie…or Emily whichever one, said something about going to where it began. You guessed that Emily would try and possess Bonnie, do you have an idea on where that is?"
Lissa bit her lip. She could circumvent a lot by telling her but she kind of thought Bonnie deserved being bit. She'd warned all of them about what could happen if they did the séance, yet they blew off her warning as if she didn't know what she was talking about. "There's a bunch of places it could be. Why don't you go with Stefan-" She nodded out towards the porch where said man was walking up the stairs. "And I'll take Caroline to a couple."
"Caroline?!" Elena exclaimed, looking at the abnormally quiet girl. "Lissa, how are we going to explain-"
"You don't have to explain anything, Elena. Lis already spilled the whole can of vampire worms." Caroline said locking elbows with Lissa. She didn't know why, but she felt like Elena didn't like her knowing about vampires and other supernatural things. Which was stupid, in her opinion. If she didn't know about them, how could she protect herself from them? Caroline understood her mom keeping it from her, she was the sheriff. It was part of her job to keep things from people. But Elena was just a fellow teenage girl, she didn't have the right to decide that for her.
Before Elena could go on a tirade about keeping secrets or whatever self-righteous thing she was going to say, Stefan urged her to let it go. "Elena, we don't have time for this right now. We need to find Emily before she does something that would harm Bonnie."
Elena nodded and grabbed Stefan's hand as they made their way to his car in the driveway. As they drove off, Lissa turned to Caroline. "Come on, I know where she is."
"Wait if you know where she is, why didn't you just tell them? Wouldn't it be better for all of us to go? I mean…if Bonnie is possessed wouldn't her friends be able to help her?" Caroline wrung her hands as she asked her questions.
"Naw," Lissa replied, starting the SUV as she did. They needed to get to the old Fells church before Elena and Stefan. Hopefully Damon won't have pissed Emily off too much."Elena may not be the problem but with her comes Stefan, and considering Damon will already be where we're going? Best if they turn up later."
Caroline wiggled in her seat as the seriousness of the situation settled over her the longer they drove. People could get hurt. She could get hurt. Bonnie was already hurt, even if it was just emotionally from being possessed. Picking at a hangnail, she winced as it started bleeding. Great, exactly what she needed when she knew she would be around vampires.
Frowning, she jumped as a chalk white hand grabbed her own. Looking up, Caroline met the concerned eyes of her best friend. "You good? Sure you wanna jump feet first into this? I can stop by your house to drop you off before going to the church?" Lissa offered. Which was just like her. She'd just said they needed to get to the Old Fells church quickly yet not five minutes later offering to waste time dropping her off home.
"You mean, am I good after one of my closest friends besides you gets possessed by her dead great something grandmother who's also a witch? And the only reason she was even able to possess said friend is because I didn't listen to your warning about a séance thus opening her up to the possession?" Caroline wheezed. "Yeah, I suppose other than that I'm good."
"Atta girl." Lissa praised, smile on her face as they finally pulled up to the area around the church. If Caroline was able to panic explain things then she was doing just fine. It's when Caroline was short with her answers that you wanted to worry.
Looking around the woods near the church, Lissa still wasn't certain why she wanted to deal with Emily. She'd already decided that the situation wasn't really salvageable. The minute Bonnie got possessed she knew the crystal was going to be destroyed. Maybe to give Caroline a chance to see what life was like in the supernatural? This would be the perfect chance, even if it may turn the blonde off of Damon for a while.
Lissa mentally shrugged. Eh, winging it hasn't gone wrong yet. She thought as they started towards where they could hear talking.
Your problems are oh so entertaining
Tripping slightly, Lissa's eyes widened. That fucking voice! Why was it only showing up now? What made now so important?
It was only because she heard Damon's voice get louder that the pale girl pushed her curiosity and concern over the voice in her head down. She could analyze everything later. The voice—and her mindscape—that would take time she didn't have right now.
"Lissa? You alright?" Caroline questioned, looking back at her friend that had just stopped randomly.
Shaking her head like an etch-n-sketch, she started walking again. "Yeah, sorry, Care, thought I heard something."
Hurrying along, the two girls made it to the clearing just as Damon was shot through the air and impaled on a high tree branch. Caroline let out a shriek as he did. Pushing Caroline behind her, Lissa swept the clearing. Emily had zeroed in on the two of them the minute Damon wouldn't be a problem. "Ah, The Abomination, Melissa, correct? Are you here to also beg for the tomb to be open? Damning the town as it is?"
"Stay behind me, Care. And don't worry about Damon, he got hit through the stomach, nowhere near the heart." She comforted the panicking blonde instead of acknowledging the ghost's words. Finally only once Lissa got a nod back from Caroline did she turn to the possessed Bonnie. "I couldn't care less about the tomb or the town. I honestly don't know why exactly I came. Though, I do wonder why you called me an abomination. Is it just because of the mutation or do you know something I don't?"
Emily/Bonnie looked confused for a moment before smiling lightly. "You truly do not know what you are? I was under the impression all void witches knew from birth."
Now isn't that interesting? I haven't heard of a true void witch since the 14th century
Lissa scowled both at Emily and the voice. Could you please shut the fuck up? As much as I want to figure you out, I'm in the middle of something.
Waiting a second and not hearing the voice again she finally replied to the smug looking witch. "I don't know what you're going on about, Morgana, but I'm not a witch. Just an Oops-a-daisy that nature made."
Before Emily could say anything else, Stefan and Elena came running into the clearing just as Damon started moaning, finally waking up from where he'd been knocked out.
"Fuck it hurts. This is why vampires are supposed to feed on people." Damon groaned from his branch.
Stefan, after quickly pulling his brother off the branch he was impaled on, greeted Emily; who looked rather pleasantly surprised to see the other vampire. Very unlike the greeting Damon himself had gotten.
Elena, seeing her sister and Caroline on the other side of Damon's tree—Lissa would have to come back and put a landmark sign up—ran over and grabbed Caroline's slightly shaking hand. "You alright?" Elena whispered to the frightened girl.
Caroline nodded. "Mm-hmm, just a lot to take in. It's different seeing everything where people can get hurt versus being shown stuff in a safe kitchen."
"If you want, I can have Enzo chase you through the woods to get you used to the fear?" Lissa shot a humor filled smirk behind her at the now slightly smiling blonde. Caroline was much like Lissa in that humor can always help dissipate her fear, or at least make it less noticeable.
"Really? You're joking now?" Elena hissed.
Lissa stuck her tongue out at her sister but did turn back to the conversation. It's not like it was any new information to her. This was rather boring. Sure, she had an idea on how to turn the biting incident in her favor now but hearing the story of 'oh the vampires are in the tomb and if we let Katherine out we let them all out' and Damon's resulting anger mixed with Stefan's disapproval of all things fun—aka, murder and mayhem—just made it worse.
After an excruciating couple of minutes, Emily finally seemed to run out of patience for the two Salvatores, and started her spell. Flames shot up in what Lissa knew was a shape of a pentagon, separating Emily/Bonnie and the rest of them. Damon, finally healed enough to stand, ran as close to the flames as he could begging the witch not to ruin this. That he'd upheld his end of their bargain.
Elena and Caroline, concern overriding her fear of the situation, yelled out for Bonnie. Lissa watched as the speck that was the necklace appeared above where Emily/Bonnie were and quickly exploded in what looked like a mini firework. Once the crystal was no more the flames disappeared and only Bonnie—not Emily—was left in their wake.
The young girl looked around herself in horror, understanding that something of significance happened but not what. The last thing she remembered was the séance they had been doing and then going into the bathroom. Bonnie looked around at everyone's shocked faces—besides Lissa's. No that girl was never shocked—before zeroing in on Damon who's face had morphed into a terrible visage with black eyes and bulging veins. Giving a scream, she started to back away before the petrifying man was on her, ripping into her neck like an animal.
Lissa, seeing the attack coming, raised her Shield hand. She'd never done anything like what she was planning, but in theory it should work. The downside of her shield, while it didn't allow physical or magical attacks to get through, it also didn't allow the person inside the shield to attack in any way. Meaning the blocking went both ways, like a magical holding area that was unbreakable.
Visualizing her shield wrapping around Damon like a bubble, she mentally felt a bit of resistance that she would later realize was her shield cutting a bit of Damon's lips and nose off in an effort not to harm Bonnie. Once Lissa was certain the shield was in place she jerked her hand back, pulling her shield, and the furious Damon inside it, away from Bonnie.
"Oh my god Bonnie!" Elena screamed running towards her friend that had fallen to the ground once Damon was off her. Caroline and Stefan, right behind her.
Lissa, not really worried about the bloody girl, stayed where she was; next to the still fury spitting Damon. Looking down at the man sitting on the ground, she shook her head. How disappointing. She knew it was coming, but still. All that brain power goes right out the window with a bit of anger.
"What are you shaking your head at, you would have done the same in my shoes." Damon spat out, lips finally regrown. He tested around him to see if the wall that had jerked him away was still there, finding it gone, he didn't wait for a response. He just ran. Ran away from the sight of his failure.
Lissa snorted, finally walking towards the group in the center. "How's she doing? I thought I got him off her before any big damage could be done."
Stefan nodded, looking down at the witch he'd fed his blood to. "She'll be alright. I gave her a couple drops of blood to heal the wound." Side eying the short girl he asked, "What was that you did? It looked like magic."
Holding out her hand to the vampire, runic side up, Lissa explained to him, "Yep, the hand tattoos are mixed with my blood which I've found over the years allow me to use magic. So this means complete shield. So I figured I can manipulate the shape of the shield, who's to say I couldn't pull someone away with it." She shrugged. "Just need a bit of creativity and suddenly one thing can be many."
"How come you never told us you could use magic?" Elena accused down beside Bonnie.
"Don't misunderstand me, Elena. I'm not a witch" Lissa paused at this. Emily had called her a void witch; whatever that was. She knew damn well that wasn't in Vampire Diaries or any of the resulting spin-offs. It had to be something unique to this universe. She'd have to ask Paige and Paige's mom, Gena. They were her go to for witchy stuff. If anyone would know they would. Oh, and Klaus. He may know something. Despite not trusting nor knowing what the voice was, it had said something about the 14th century. Maybe she should start there.
For fucks sake, she was going to be busy the next couple of days. First the voice now this? Shaking her head, Lissa focused back on Elena. "I can do a couple things if I plan ahead. But I'll never be like Bonnie who will one day be able to do a high powered spell with only a few words. The only way I can use magic is if I use my blood and some runes. That takes time and studying to use."
Caroline, already up to date with everything, confirmed her words just as Bonnie groaned, waking up finally.
Stefan at the first sign of her waking up left to go find his brother. He didn't think being around the freshly traumatized girl would be the best thing.
"What happened?" Bonnie shakily asked, forcing herself to sit up with Caroline's help. "I remember coming into the clearing then…oh god! His face! Damon attacked me."
Elena and Caroline immediately looked up to the standing Lissa from their spots on the ground. She was the best at explaining things.
Shooting them an unamused look, Lissa rather bluntly explained what happened to Bonnie, making sure to mention it was her that saved the young with. It was, after all, the reason she'd stayed the whole time. Bonnie was incredibly grateful to Stefan for saving her in the show, and it was only the fact he played a part in her grandma's death that put him back in her bad stop. Now instead of Stefan getting that gratitude, Lissa made sure it would go to herself. It's always good to have a witch on your side. Bennett witches especially.
"So yeah, in summary, your witch bitch of an ancestor left you defenseless after pissing Damon off, and Damon did what he does best. Attack"
"O-oh" Bonnie stuttered.
"Um, so Elena can explain all the supernatural stuff and everything. I need to get Caroline home or else you won't be the only one attacked tonight. Liz will be on my ass."
At Lissa's words, Caroline's eyes widened. "Oh god! My curfew! She's going to kill me if I'm late again."
Lissa turned to the two teenagers still on the ground, "You two are good right? Elena, you got this?"
"Yeah…" Elena murmured. "Yeah I got this."
Nodding, Lissa walked away back towards the SUV with Caroline. The trip back to town didn't take nearly as long as she'd expected, even with only the quiet noise of the car radio to fill the air. It was only once they sat in Caroline's driveway did the blonde start to speak again.
"Bonnie's going to be okay right? Like vampire blood doesn't do funny things to witches does it?" She asked, biting her lip as she did. Her hands were flexing, feeling like she should do something to help her friend back in at the church.
Lissa shook her head. "Naw, she may have a fuzzy feeling in her head for a day, but as long as she doesn't die with it in her system, she'll continue on as normal."
"Thank you for saving her, by the way. You didn't have to." Caroline smiled. Lissa smiled right back. Yes, the main reason she saved Bonnie was because she wanted the witch to be more open to helping her, but it also had a nice side effect of Caroline being happy.
"No problem. Now get inside. I'm sure Liz is about to have a conniption."
Caroline, knowing how right she was, got out a bit hurried. She did pause though once she'd gotten the front door open to wave goodbye, otherwise Lissa wouldn't leave. She always waited until she had waved goodbye to drive off.
After the mess of the night before, Lissa had decided to just go to her and Enzo's place, not wanting to run into any other people that night. Damon, and really everyone else there that night besides Caroline, was sure to be in a tiff.
Jenna had called her the night before to bitch about Logan coming by, something Lissa had forgotten happened and was rather lucky her aunt hadn't invited the newbie vampire inside. Thank goodness for scorned anger. Otherwise she would just have to kill Logan and be done with it. Thinking about it, that wouldn't be the worst plan. She had hoped to pin some more of the vampire activity on Logan but if he continued to sniff in places he shouldn't he'd have to be taken care of.
Lissa wouldn't even entertain him if he came near Caroline like in the show. She'd stake him right out in the open if the thought even crossed his mind; witnesses be damned.
Currently though, she was dressed in some old yoga shorts and one of Enzo's t-shirts, focusing on not burning the pancakes she was cooking. She had a whole day of trying to actually get into her mindscape on purpose ahead, so she needed brain food. Lucky for her it was the weekend, so she didn't have to worry about school for the day. Skipping had been an option before she realized what day it was.
A bit later, Enzo came sauntering into the kitchen, still dressed in the clothes he'd left in the night before, smelling of a bar. "Ooh, pancakes." He moaned, grabbing her fork from her hand and eating the bite she'd just cut. "These are better than normal. Did you add syrup to the batter?"
Lissa pursed her lips, jerking the fork back to herself. "Yeah, I did. And you can cook your own. I got stuff to do today, so I need my food."
"Yeah, you explained everything in your novel of a text." He chuckled. "Which was a doozy to wake up to by the way. There are these things called phone calls. They're normally used to explain long stories nowadays."
Mouth full, she just made a mocking face back at him, causing him to let out a laugh. She wasn't very intimidating with her cheeks puffed up like a hamster with what he knew was super sugary pancakes.
"By the way, I'll be busy in my room all day but Caroline is probably going to come over sometime after cheer practice tonight. She called me early this morning, freaking out about Matt sneaking into her room after the shit show that was Emily/Bonnie." Lissa explained after swallowing her food. Dropping her plate into the sink to clean later she grabbed a couple of drinks from the fridge and a bag of chips.
"Does that mean I have to entertain her or can I just send her to your room for gossip time?"
"Please we both know you're just as invested in 'Gossip Time' as both of us are. You've been listening to me bitch for years."
Enzo raised the bowl of leftover pancake batter in reluctant agreement. She wasn't wrong about that. Drama that didn't involve yourself was always the best drama.
Making her way to her room, Lissa sat down in the middle of her bed, a journal she'd written her notes on her mindscape open in front of her. Last night had led her to a bit of an epiphany and she wanted to get a jump on the idea before the thoughts escaped her. Any time she'd gotten into her mindscape or even heard the voice had been either while she was emotional or directly after her emotions had run high. The first time was after she'd crashed from her excitement of Enzo getting into town, the time after that Kennedy had just been changed, then she first heard the voice when she was planning a murder—aka a high stress/euphoric event— with Damon, and lastly was last night.
This whole time Lissa had been trying to calm herself down to get into her mindscape…what if it was the other way around? What if she needed to be excited, angry, happy, really anything but peaceful?
So, she needed to get angry. Pulling out her phone she called Damon.
Once he picked up she didn't wait for any greeting. "I need to be pissed off. Tell me something that'll make me angry."
"You are the weirdest person I've met, Snow Princess. But alright; As someone who's lived through a lot of history, I think it's a useless subject for people to learn about."
"Yep that did it, you brainless... Are you kidding? You really think…You know what we'll talk about your stupid opinions later. I need this anger."
And she hung up. Quickly putting her phone on the charger in case she passes out, Lissa closed her eyes, so focused on her anger she barely felt her body slump sideways on her bed.
The feeling of being in a mindscape was hard to describe, it was a bit like what she suspected gravity on the moon felt like, yet everything still acted as if on Earth. That's not even to touch on how the environment was. Sometimes it was just like normal, other times she thought everything reacted as if she was a ghost.
All that is to say, Lissa knew the minute she was in her mindscape.
Opening her eyes, the pale girl was greeted with a visual that would later make her cackle. Currently though, it just left her feeling as if the rug of life had been pulled out from under her.
Sitting in the fuzzy black chair in the living room of her mindscape was Kol Mikaelson dressed in a suit she figured was the one he was currently laying daggered in.
"It's about damn time you made your way here. I thought you'd never figure it out."
"Wha-ho-hng" She stuttered, mouth agape. "How the fuck?"
Kol's eyes narrowed, smile sharpening as he stood up. "That's what I would like to know as well. But, it seems like your mind is a bit protective over its memories." Here, his hand waved towards her bookshelves which, instead of being open shelves as they had been before, had gained solid black doors that were chained and padlocked closed. "Though, it is interesting that you know me on sight, yet I know for a fact I've never met you. I've seen that face, yes, but never on you. And never in that shade"
"Well…see… Hold on." She held her hand up to signal a pause in the conversation. "I need to reboot. Just give me a couple seconds."
Quickly gathering her feelings and thoughts on this, she shoved them all in a box…that appeared in the corner of the living room. She blinked at it. How incredibly strange and interesting. It was even labeled 'To think about later'. Shaking her head, she focused back on the current situation. Kol Mikaelson, the most unpredictable of original vampires, was in her mind. Or at least something that didn't mind appearing as him. Either way that meant danger, and in a very vulnerable place. Clearly she had subconsciously protected her knowledge of the future if the bookshelves were anything to go by, but wasn't able to block him completely from coming in.
This had to be the spell she'd done a couple months ago. She must have mistranslated the runes somewhere. Shit.
Lissa nodded. She'd have to look over the grimoire later…if she had a later. "Okay…Okay. First, how do I know your Kol Mikaelson? Can you prove it? Because if you're something that doesn't mind using his blood-soaked image that's a bit more terrifying than having him in my head."
"And how do you suppose I do that, Love? I've never met you before, as we established earlier." Kol quirked an eyebrow. How peculiar. She'd appeared as shocked as can be yet in a matter of seconds was able to question him as if she'd never been caught flat-footed to begin with. The box she'd shoved her feelings into had literally appeared before their eyes. He'd only seen that level of compartmentalization from his siblings and him.
"1914 Christmas Ball, describe your date." She demanded. Literally no one besides her and Freya knew that she'd been his date then well, besides Rebekah but she was also daggered.
Kol looked confused but ultimately complied with the strange request. Anything to get past this. "Blonde hair, green eyes, slim, really pretty."
That sounded like Freya, and a good chunk of the population but what were the chances someone else just guessed that description. "Alright, great, Kol Mikaelson is just chilling in my brain. Exactly what a girl wants."
"Well, Love, I can 'chill' somewhere else inside you if that'd make you happier." Kol smirked as he walked closer to the girl that looked so much like the other doppelgangers yet not at the same time.
Lissa, unable to stop it, chuckled at his words. "Ask me again when I'm not freaked out, my answer may change."
"Good," The vampire started before finally tightly grasping the pale neck in front of him. "Now want to tell me how you connected our minds like this? Last I was aware, my backstabber of a brother had me daggered in a coffin."
Lissa's eyes widened as she tried to breathe though, only managing to make a rather pitiful gasp. Quickly grasping onto his wrist, she tried to force her fire to burn him but he'd obviously somehow seen her use it since he'd grabbed her hand with his other one before even a spark came and retched it away from him.
"Uh-uh, nope, no burning for you. That's not something I want to experience if the screams of that dark haired fella you burned was anything to go by."
Panic setting in, Lissa finally just gave him an answer. Kind of. "Spell…book. I f-found a spell."
"Of course, some incompetent witchling playing around with stuff she shouldn't" Kol spat, hand still wrapped around her throat. "But why connect to me?"
Lissa, tired of behind held right at the point of strangulation, pointedly looked down. "I-I can't answer…while n-not be-being able to bre-breathe."
Kol hummed before tightening his hand then letting her go. "True. But better make sure I like your answer."
Gasping for the air she could finally get again, she glared up at the grinning man. "Dick. And to think you were my favorite." She rolled her eyes. "You seem to know a lot about mindscapes, could I conjure a grimoire I've seen before for you to look at in here?"
"Should be able to, yes."
Nodding, Lissa concentrated on the grimoire she'd found in those ruins. In a matter of seconds the book was sitting in front of her on the ground, open right to the page that she knew the spell was on. "There, that spell. Though you should know it. You helped make it."
Kol picked the book up, eyes flying across the pages in front of him. Maybella St. Claire, didn't that name bring him back. She was one of the first witches he worked with to try and reconnect to his magic after his mother turned him and his siblings into the monsters they were. Back before he realized it was useless. The spell on the page was exactly that, an attempt. It was supposed to connect him to a witch's magic and through them be able to use it, but in reality all it did was connect their minds instead of magic. It had never been on the level of this, though. The closest he and Maybella got was he'd occasionally send her sentences or her to him. She'd tried to get to his mindscape and him, hers, but they got lost in the maze of each other's mind each and every attempt. A person's brain doesn't like giving secrets up, even when the owner allows it.
The fact that this girl had done the spell and immediately was able to traverse into his own mindscape was rather scary. It begged the question, why her? What was so special about her that both their minds thought the other could be allowed in. Because it was both minds. If her own brain hadn't wanted him in here, he never would have been able to find this place. Nor should he have been able to see and experience what she was doing like he had, even if only while she was experiencing heightened emotions.
Kol glanced up from the pages to study the short albino girl. She'd taken to pacing around the room, her scandalously short shorts only visible when she took a step, otherwise he would think she was standing in front of him without pants. That possessed witch he'd seen through her eyes had called her a void witch, that may explain it. They were known to amplify a spell as much as they were to cancel one out.
Slamming the book shut, he grinned as she jumped at the loud noise. "This would explain the connected minds. Though why didn't you expect me to be here when right below the spell it says 'connects to Kol Mikaelson'?"
"It says what? No, it said 'Created with Kol Mikaelson'."
Kol looked at her like she was an idiot. "How bad is your Furnik?"
Lissa blushed, embarrassment filling her at the translation error. "Shut up, besides your family no one actually knows Furnik fluently anymore. I had to piece everything together myself."
Putting the book down on the table next to him, Kol raised his hand towards Lissa. "Now that I know you're not here to somehow stomp out my consciousness, I'd like to, formally, introduce myself, Kol Mikaelson, at your service."
Lissa grabbed his hand, intent to shake it, before the cocky young man raised it to his own smirking lips in a mock kiss. "Huh, never had anyone do that before, but anyway I'm Melissa Gilbert, please call me Lissa, everyone does."
"It's a pleasure. I'm sure we'll be spending a lot of time together." Kol purred, eyes intense.
Lissa once again felt her face flush. Damn, he was good. She didn't blush often but he'd managed it twice within minutes of each other. "So is there any way to unmeld our minds? Or are we stuck having each other in our thoughts?"
Kol shook his head as he let her hand go. "Unfortunately not, unless you'd prefer living the rest of your mortal life as a vegetable. The only way I've found to break it is through death."
"Cool, cool, cool. Kay, so I'll just spend the rest of my life with you in my brain then. Should be entertaining, at the very least." She shrugged, looking a bit frazzled again. She'd never planned on being this close to any of the Mikaelsons, now here she was stuck with the most wild one inside her mind…for the rest of her life. "Can we have some ground rules then? I mean it is my mind…and my body, for now."
Kol tilted his head. "I may not follow them but if it makes you feel better you can tell me them."
"Yeah, somehow I figured that would be your answer." Lissa sighed but decided to go for it anyway. "Alright, rule one, no peeking into my life if I'm doing something private like sex or showering or something. I may have an exhibition kink but not without consent. Two, don't torment me. I don't know if you can give me strange dreams or hallucinations but please don't." She grimaced at the idea of being forever tormented by Kol Mikaelson. He was probably the Mikaelson she feared the least, but she was still very aware of how dangerous he was. "Lastly, please for the love of all things holy, don't try and take over my body. Again, I don't know if that's possible, but I'd rather not find out the hard way."
"Those were all rather reasonable. Sure, I'll agree to them." He accepted.
Awkwardly shooting the vampire two thumbs up, Lissa grinned. "Great, and once you're undaggered—because trust me you will be if I have anything to say about it—I'll follow the same rules with you."
Kol raised an amused eyebrow at her actions. "Undaggered? You think you can convince my brother to free me? After a century in that accursed coffin?"
"I'm already helping the man with his curse—if my recycled face wasn't evident enough—I'm sure I can help with the Mikael issue too. He only really daggered you guys because of his all-encompassing fear of the man."
"You seem to understand my brother a lot for a mortal. Are you sleeping with him?" It would make sense to Kol, otherwise how would some random girl, Tatia and Katerina look alike or not, know so much about his brother's motives.
Lissa's face scrunched up in discomfort. The idea of sleeping with Klaus, while probably enjoyable, was not something she wanted to entertain. The whole time all she'd be thinking about was he was probably going to fall in love with Caroline, her best friend. "No. Nope. Absolutely not. Just friends…I call us friends. He calls us allies. I think he's allergic to the word friend, to be honest."
Kol let out a bark of laughter. "Nik with a friend. I don't think I've ever heard him refer to someone as a friend so good luck with that."
"Thanks…so, um, I think I should probably go. But how, exactly, do I get out of here? Every time I've been here I've been asleep. It's never because I purposefully came here." Lissa scratched the back of her head with a sheepish grin.
"Back to being an idiot then." Kol snorted. "You just will yourself back, obviously."
"Obviously" She mocked before closing her eyes.
And opening them to her bedroom at Enzo and her house, sun now setting outside her window.
Despite the room looking exactly like it had that morning, Lissa felt like everything had changed. Before she hadn't had an original vampire inside her mind for the rest of her life. Now…now she did.
"Fucking hell," Lissa sighed, heavily.
Is that language really necessary, Darling? I mean, at least you got stuck with the most handsome of us Mikaelsons
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