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Mystic Falls
Old Lockwood Cellar Cave
Meanwhile...
A frustrated sigh released from Abby's lips while she glared with irked at the magically sealed coffin. She has been working non-stop for hours and nothing is happening. The woman grabbed her grimoire from her bag and carefully placed it on top of the oak wooden coffin.
She opened it, turned a few pages, and skimmed over the spells idly. 'There has to be something in this grimoire.' she mused, impatience.
Abby continued turning pages until she stopped halfway when she noticed a page was torn out. She recalled how she treated this old book harshly, opened it, ripped the page out violently, and destroyed it. The spell that she used to seal Mikael in the tomb. Then she shut the book and put it away to never see it again after she realized she no longer had magic.
Yet, here she is, after a witch vision after fifteen years of no magic. Abby gently touched the little bit of paper that she had torn out years ago. Her heart swells with guilt and shame to be treated horribly by this ancient book.
She double-take when she noticed something. On the page, it was a sealing spell but she is more focused on the old drawing on the side of the page. Abby turned the grimoire around and stroked the drawing that reminded her of an infinity symbol. "A blood knot." she whispered, pondering with calculating eyes.
Abby shifted her gaze at the sealed coffin and back to the symbol drawn on the page. Understanding grasps her. "Of course." she exhaled.
Then she heard footsteps and faint voices. Abby whirled around with cautious and alarmed eyes. Her stiff muscles relaxed when she saw the Salvatore brothers arrive by the passage that blocked their entry.
"Why haven't you opened the coffin yet?" Stefan badgered as he glared at the sealed coffin.
Damon placed his hand on Stefan's shoulder, silently telling him to calm down. However, the young Salvatore jerked his shoulder away. "Don't." he warned his brother with an irritated glare.
The older Salvatore rolled his eyes. "You are being childish."
"Childish?" Stefan scoffed with incredulity and faced his brother. "Damon, I can barely tolerate that you undaggered Elijah. But the rest of the Originals?" he shakes his head, frustrated. "We need that coffin to open right now." he jabs his finger at the mystery coffin.
Then the young Salvatore turned his attentive eyes at the woman. "Which I thought it should be open by now."
Abby narrowed her eyes at the disrespectful tone. "As I told you before, this takes a while." she shot with defensively.
Stefan huffed loudly and scratched his temple with his thumbnail. Damon eyed the woman with a scrutinized. "How long is a while?" he questioned.
"Well, I found out that in order to open this casket—" Abby grabbed her grimoire and turned around to show the page to the Salvatore brothers." —this is the answer."
"What is it?" Damon asked, confused while frowning at the old drawing on the page. Stefan studied it with neutral interest.
Abby tapped the page. "This is a blood knot." she could easily see the blank faces the Salvatore brothers were making which made her eyes roll. "It means to bind it, you need two generations. A bloodline, like...two keys to a safety deposit box."
"So...?" Stefan raised his impatience eyebrow.
Abby exhaled through her nose while her lips lined. She cocked her eyebrow with slightly sassy. "So it means that I need Bonnie."
The young Salvatore shakes his head almost immediately. "No. Not happening." he refused.
"I can't unseal this coffin without Bonnie, Stefan. If she and I do it together, it would reverse the spell, to unbinding it." the woman retorted. And yet, the young Salvatore still refuses.
Damon rubbed his mouth while thinking deeply then he tilted his head. "Do you need Bonnie or you need a Bennett witch?" he asked, curious.
Abby turned her gaze to him with a questioning frown. "Well, it doesn't specifically have to be Bonnie. Any Bennett witch would help." she clarified.
"Do you know anyone then?" Stefan crossed his arms.
The woman shakes her head. "I...I don't—I have not gotten in touch with my relatives for a long time." she answered with a hesitant. Abby's mind went to her estranged cousins, especially one who used to be so close to her.
"Stefan." Damon lazily hit his young brother's arm with his elbow, gaining Stefan's attention who looked exasperated at him. "You remembered that Bennett witch—the one who betrayed Katherine during the masquerade party last year?"
Stefan's eyes lit with acknowledgment. "Bonnie did mention her. She said the witch was her cousin."
"It was...something about Lulu?" the older Salvatore's eyebrows furrowed, attempting to remember a certain witch's name. Stefan shrugs his shoulders, doesn't remember which is unhelpful for Damon who gave him an unimpressed look.
Abby frowned deeply. "You don't mean... Lucy?" she made a sour face when she thought about the wild and unpredictable witch.
Damon snapped his fingers and pointed at her, confirming that she got the name right. "Yes. Her. That's the witch's name. She can help, right?" he said with a satisfied smirk. "So, we should find her and bring Lucy here. Problem solve."
"And where do we find Lucy Bennett?" Stefan challenged with a raised eyebrow. Damon glanced at Abby with questioning eyes, hoping she had the answer.
The woman made a grimaced face with a brief hesitant before her shoulders slumped. "...if she has not moved to a new location, then she might still be living in a small cottage with her mother near the Wood Lake in Louisiana." she gradually responded, unenthusiastic.
Stefan straightened with a determined glint in his eyes. "Great. You're coming with me." he stated as he nodded his head at Abby, gesturing to her that she would join him to meet her relative. "And you... as usual, watch over Elena." he said with a mocking smile when he shifted his gaze at Damon.
Damon scoffed. "Whatever. Just—" he rubbed his weary forehead. "—be fast. We don't know how long those Originals keep the troubles to themselves." he warned them, grimly.
Abby heaved a sigh as she closed her grimoire with a defeated look. 'Great.' she mused, sarcastically.
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Only You
Chapter Fifty-Three
"Awake At Last"
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In Between Realm
As he slowly opens his eyes, he becomes aware of the frost-white scintillating mist swirling and dancing around the room, almost as if it had a life of its own. His dark eyes widen in wonder and intrigue. "Where the bloody hell am I?" he uttered, perplexed. Shouldn't he be in his real body? And where are Caroline and Bonnie?
Then he heard the footsteps behind him and he whirled around with cautious and suspicious eyes. A figure is approaching him. The Prince Original's muscles went tense as he went into his defensive position. "Whoever you are, I strongly suggest you do not want to mess with me." he warned the suspicious figure who was coming closer to him. "I am Kol Mikaelson. My name carries awe and fear in the supernatural society, after all, I am way worse than the reputation that has preceded me."
"You mean the reputation of you being one of the powerful prodigies with magic?" a vaguely familiar feminine voice out which made Kol freeze with perplex. "As a Warlock, your reputation truly has preceded you, Kol." the frost-white mist shifted away to reveal a warm smile and maternal love glowing eyes.
Kol stared at her in astonishment, shocked, and longing. "...Ayana." he whispered, amazed.
A Bennett witch, who wore ancient clothing from thousands of years ago, smiles warmly. "Hei, Kol."
"Hei, Ayana." the Prince Original informally greeted back, still shocked yet pleased to see her in person.
Ayana raised her playful eyebrows at him. "Well? Do I not deserve a hug?" she opens her arm with a soft smile. Kol released a delighted chuckle from his lips and quickly accepted her hug. "I have missed you."
"I missed you too." Kol returns the warm affectionate. It had been so long since he had seen his former mentor.
After they broke their warm hug, Ayana placed her palms on his cheeks and studied him with thoughtful eyes.
"Ayana, what is this place?" Kol questioned, puzzled yet suspicious. Ayana dropped her palm from his face and entwined her fingers together loosely in front of her. "We are In Between realm." Kol tilted his head with questioning eyes and she continued. "It is a bridge between the Living world and the Other Side."
The Prince Original raised his perplexed eyebrow at his former mentor. "A bridge?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Ayana's face. She turned her head to her left, which made Kol follow the direction where she was looking. Somehow, the frost-white mist illuminated so brightly enough that made his eyes widen with awestruck and marvel.
It was a large, magnificent wood bridge that stretched gracefully so far from beyond his eyes could see. It was covered with overgrown veins and leaves over the wooden planks. The railings are covered by craved with delicate and smooth curves.
"It is beautiful, do you not think so?" the ancient witch said with a pleasant smile.
Kol leisurely nodded while observing the wooden bridge. He ambled to the railing and lightly touched it with his fingertips. He carefully studied the craftsmanship on the wood. "These are very antiquated." he commented, impressed. The bridge is obviously very old yet it was very sturdy and strong. "How is this possible?" he muttered, astonished.
"It was the blood ties that made this possible." Ayana stated with an insightful smile.
The wild Original's dark eyes lit up with knowledge. "The ancient blood—the blood of Sáõ and the Bennett witch's blood are tied to the Tree of Life." he said with interest.
"Part of it—" Ayana responded as she walked to the railing, and gently touched the wood. "—this bridge extended from the Tree of Life." Her lips twitched with a proud smile.
Kol shifted his dark eyes to his former mentor with curiosity. "Ayana... why do I not know of your mentee—Solveig?"
"Solveig." the ancestor witch said with the most motherly love in her tone as her eyes shone. "A very selfless and loving witch I ever had the joy to teach under my wings." she turned her head to him.
Kol noticed the sorrowful peeking out from her eyes. "You missed her." he uttered, softly as he didn't want to cause Ayana any pain from sad memories.
"She was like a daughter to me." Ayana said with a wistful smile. "I found her unconsciousness near the river when she was only a little lass. Ten summers were her age at that time." her eyes dazed off, as if watching the memories through her eyes when she thought of her ward. "She had no memories of who she was. However, I knew she was a special girl—a witch. And not just a witch, but also..." she trailed off.
Kol understood what his former mentor implied. "She was a Sáõ." he helpfully said.
Ayana sends her thankful smile to the wild Original and continues. "It was my duty to protect her. I cannot risk her presence to be known by anyone. Her species was scarce. I had sworn upon my magic, my blood, and my soul to always protect her. I raised her, taught her what she needed to know, and how to survive in the New World." she displayed her nostalgic smile when she recalled how she taught magic to her ward, it was a simple yet joyful moment in that time.
"And of course, as you know, time moves forward and she was all grown up. A very beautiful young woman who preferred to focus on magic and explore nature... and she met someone." the ancient Bennett blinked and glanced at her former mentee. "She found love. She was so beyond happy than I had ever seen ever since I raised her..."
The wild Original hummed with neutral interest in response. "...and what happened?" he questioned, slightly hesitant but he was too curious.
"Tragedy happened." Ayana lamented as she closed her eyes. "It was a very heartbroken tragedy that happened to Solveig."
Kol frowned deeply when he noticed Ayana was in distress. It was very clear to him that Solveig was very important to the ancient witch. The mischief Original stepped forward with concern. "Ayana..." he trailed off, worried. He wanted to ask her a question about the mysterious creature, what the Sáõ—Child of Nature means. However, he doesn't want to cause any more pain to his former mentor.
The ancient witch just softly shook her head and opened her eyes. She examined her former mentee's face for a moment then her eyebrows furrowed. "Kol...I can feel the curse linger on you." she whispered with concern.
The wild Original frowned, bothered and anxious. "So her blood didn't help?" he said with disappointment.
"It did help you." Ayana assured him, gently. "Part of her blood was one of the keys to unleash the curse from you, at the moment, the curse is slightly weak."
Kol narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Just what kind of curse did that bloody witch cast on me? More importantly, why was I cursed? I have no knowledge of pissing any anger witches off from what I recalled before I was daggered." he said, exasperated and disgruntled.
"I am afraid that I do not know the answer to what curse it was nor why." the ancestor witch said, sad that she didn't know what kind of curse it was or what the reason was. "However, I do know one thing." Kol's dark eyes glimmer with small hope. "That witch was one of the members of the French Quarter."
The Prince Original's eyes lit up with new information. "So, the answers are in New Orleans." he stated, with gratitude that he finally had a lead.
Ayana nods her head in a silent response. Kol decided he would think about the new lead in New Orleans later as he had a question for his former mentor. "Why am I here?"
"Her blood brought you here—temporarily. You will return to your body." she assured Kol who looked relieved. Ayana scrutinized attentively at him with analytical eyes for a moment. "Please take care of her and my descendant. They need to know that they are not alone in the shadow world."
Kol grabbed Ayana's hands not unkindly and gave her a comfort squeeze. "Of course. I will always take care of them." he promised with determined eyes.
"Þakka fyrir." The ancient witch said with gratitude. Suddenly, she glanced at her right side at the distance of the bridge. Kol followed and attempted to see but it was futile. "It is time for you to go now." she turned her warm gaze back to Kol. "It is so very lovely to see you again."
The wild Original's dark eyes soften. "Same." he really missed his former mentor.
"Far vel, Gifted Son of the Magic Earth as may it be always watch over you." Ayana whispered her farewell.
Kol's breath was sharp in surprise when he heard those words. It was a very old tradition in the magic society. A witch/warlock mentor acknowledged those who had been blessed by Magic Earth to their mentee and gave them a rise in their magic energy. Additionally, also prayed for Magic Earth to watch over them, to guide them, to protect them, and to treasure them. Sadly, nowadays, not many warlocks and witches ever uttered such honors for a very long time.
And it made him feel so nostalgic and humble. He could not believe he had almost forgotten what it was like to hear such honorable words from his former mentor. Ayana obviously doesn't care that he is an immortal vampire. After all, she sees Kol as a warlock to her.
His dark eyes filled with modest, happy yet longing. "Þakka fyrir." he sincerely thanked her.
And before slumber hit him, the last thing he saw was her proud face.
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Mystic Falls
Mikaelson Mansion
Lounge Room
Meanwhile...
Once the doors shut, it didn't take long before the Originals noticed the Bennett witch had used the silence barrier spell. Klaus glares suspiciously at his noble brother. "What the bloody hell was that, Elijah? I can understand the little witch but why the baby vampire?" he was very surprised to see Caroline again so soon but had to conceal his shock.
Elijah calmly turned around while standing in front of the doors, as if guarding them to make sure none of his siblings interrupted whatever happened inside the family room. "There are things you do not know of the circumstances, Niklaus."
Finn eyed his noble brother thoughtfully as he stood in the distance from his siblings. While Rebekah displayed her puzzled frown while watching her brothers warily.
"Well? You going to tell us?" Klaus snapped, impatient.
The Noble Original inwardly sighed, used to Klaus' being hot-tempered after a thousand years. "I do not have details yet, however, I can assure you—all of you, that those girls will wake Kol." he said with confidence.
"Really?" Princess Original asked, skeptical yet fragile hope in her worried blue eyes.
Elijah gave her a small comforted smile. "I trust them." He has a feeling that his trust in Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett won't ever be misplaced. Unlike the Salvatores brothers and Elena Gilbert.
Klaus narrowed his suspicious eyes at him. "I don't like the secrecy, Elijah." he reminded him with an exasperated scowl.
"I do not have the right to disclose the girls' secrets." Elijah held his hand up, silently telling his hybrid brother not to protest. "It is their decision whether they tell you or not, Niklaus." he said with a warning glint in his dark eyes.
The Original Hybrid scoffed loudly, crossed his arms with almost petulant, and gritted his teeth angrily. He glared at the doors where the supernatural girls were doing whatever to Kol.
Elijah inwardly sighed, knowing that Klaus would start throwing temper tantrums eventually. He'll give it about five minutes of peace.
Hopefully.
But then again, this is Klaus so maybe five minutes is a bit too good.
'...two minutes at the most.' Elijah decided, that is more like it. He has two minutes of peace before Klaus blows up once again.
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Mystic Falls
Mikaelson Mansion
A Family Room
Moment Later...
Her blue-green eyes stared at her self-bitten wound that healed and shifted her gaze over at the immobile body of Kol. "Do you think that helps?" she queried, both hopeful and anxious.
"Maybe?" Bonnie said, uncertain while sauntered closer to the coffin. Her olive-green eyes observed her mentor with a pondered face.
The blonde-haired beauty cleared her throat. "Kol?" she called out, however, there was no response from him. Not even winter-ice touch on her skin. "...I got nothing?" she felt odd, because Kol always answered her.
Bonnie hummed as she extended her hand over to Kol's chest and gingerly touched them. She closed her eyes and attempted to sense any changes inside of Kol.
Caroline stayed quietly, waiting for Bonnie's answer while watching. Her gaze shifted to Kol who had been her ghost for about fifteen months. Who always has been there for her no matter what. He tried his best to comfort her, to help her, to protect her, to cheer her up, to support her, and to stand by her side.
She would think that he was stuck with her and had no choice but she doubted it. Deep in her heart, Caroline just knew that Kol made a choice. He chose to let her know. He wanted her to know who he was, that he was an Original, his soul that was cursed to her soul, and that he never lied to her.
Kol could've ignored her, watched it from silence, and never attempted to reach out to her.
He didn't.
And that's why Caroline knew that Kol truly cared about her. And why she wants to help him, to free him from the curse, and enjoy real freedom in the living world. With her and Bonnie. She knows there are tales of nightmares about Kol Mikaelson that she has not learned yet. However, that doesn't matter to her because the Kol she knows, who she befriended, who she might genuinely have feelings for... is the real Kol.
Suddenly, Bonnie exhaled a loud gasp as her eyes snapped open. "Bonnie?" Caroline asked her witch best friend with concern.
"He's—" Bonnie blinked a few times as she pulled her hand back to her chest. Her excited eyes glanced at Caroline. "—he's waking up!"
Caroline's blue-green eyes lit up with delight and nervousness. "Really?" the Bennett witch nodded her head. They watched Kol, slightly impatiently for him to open his eyes.
Slowly, yet surely, they noticed his chest started to shift as if the air filling his lungs. His fingers started twitching. Bonnie rapidly glanced around until her eyes landed on a silver trap with a couple of blood bags. The petite witch hurriedly closed her grimoire while power-walked to the table. She put the grimoire down before she grabbed the blood bags.
Bonnie quickly returns to Caroline's side while there is a hoarse groan released from Kol's lips as his eyebrows furrowed. Langu, his eyelids flutter open halfway, groggy and the Bennett witch hangs one of the blood bags above her mentor's face.
Suddenly, the blood bag was swiftly taken from her fingers. Two pairs of cautious eyes watch Kol in a sitting position as he rapidly drains the blood from the plastic bag. Bonnie warily extends the other blood bag to him from a safe distance. Again, it was grabbed hastily from her.
Eventually, Kol's pale skin changed to a healthy tan as he dropped the empty blood bags onto the ground. A relieved sigh is released from his lips as his eyes are closed.
Caroline couldn't help but blurted it out to fill in the awkward and intense atmosphere. "Wow... you must be really thirsty." the anxious chuckle left her lips.
Kol's eyes snapped open and met her bright blue-green eyes. He stared at her blankly for a moment. Caroline gulped nervously as she started playing with her fingers out of nervous habit while Bonnie's muscles stiff warily.
"Are you gonna say something? I mean—you've been stuck in this stuffy coffin for about a century with a cursed dagger in your chest. And your siblings were worried about you since you hadn't woken up. I mean, you were with us—" Caroline waved her hand between her and Bonnie who stared at Caroline with a baffled face while Caroline babbled nervously. "—and we had been trying to figure out how to wake you up. That's when I thought maybe my blood would help you since an evil witch cursed you. Your soul is bound to mine. Speaking of—are you free from the curse? I hope so. it would totally suck if you are still cursed because you don't deserve it. You deserve to have your own freedom with your own free will and choices in your life and—"
The blonde-haired beauty's jaw snapped shut when a warm hand touched her wrist when she nearly flailed her arms around. Her blue-green eyes stared at the dark eyes that softened with adoration and warmth. "Relax, darlin'." Kol uttered with an amused smirk.
The anxiety and uncertainty fade when she realizes that she is seeing her Kol. A shy yet sweet smile appeared on Caroline's face. "Hi." she timidly said, finally greeting the young man who had been her ghost for months and was now in his real body.
"Hi." Kol purred, with mirth yet fondness dancing in his dark eyes while his thumb gently stroked her wrist. He feels so satisfied that he can touch her.
Caroline bit her inner cheek, feeling very shy when she noticed how open his staring was. If she had any doubt that he had romantic feelings for her, it would already be dissolved because she could see the infatuation in his eyes on her. She cleared her throat and lowered her gaze coyly. "L-let's get you out of this coffin. You must be uncomfortable." she said, flustered with a soft smile.
The wild Original hummed, agreed with her. He reluctantly released his fingers from her wrist and jumped out of his coffin smoothly. Kol grunted when he felt his body so uncomfortably stiff. He starts rotating his shoulders, curling his fingers in and out, and turning his neck left and right.
"Better?" Caroline questioned, concerned and curious.
Kol nodded his head and stared at his vampire thoughtfully. Finally, he is free from the cursed dagger and is now back in his real body. There is so much he wants to do with Caroline. However, for now, there is one thing he wants to do most of all...
"I want to hug you." Kol blunted, with a hint of longing.
The blonde-haired beauty's eyes widen in surprise then soften. "What's stopping you, then?"
Kol stepped forward with confidence and wrapped his arms around her waist. The first thing he noticed was her lovely scent which reminded him of vanilla and coconut. Her body is so small, slender, and warm against his. Her arms circled around his neck, returning his embrace. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the hug with the amazing and beautiful young woman.
Once again, she did the impossible.
Caroline made his undead heart skip a beat.
At that moment, he knew that there was no one except Caroline, whom he wanted to spend eternal life with.
Caroline Forbes is the one for him.
A throat cleared interrupted their little peaceful moment. Kol opened his eyes and glanced at Bonnie who had been silent the entire time. She smiles sheepishly at them with apologetic eyes. "Sorry to interrupt but umm...your siblings are waiting for you." she informed and tilted her head at the closed doors, where his siblings were waiting in the other room.
Kol unwillingly released his hug from Caroline who had pink blushes on her cheeks. The Prince Original's lip twitches with amusement at his vampire's shyness. He lifted his hand to her face, gently featherlike touching her warm cheek with the back of his fingers. Caroline's blue-green eyes flash with surprise. Kol blinked with the realization that he had done it without thinking. He had unintentionally made a habit of touching her whenever he could to communicate with her as a ghost. The blonde-haired beauty just smiles with understanding.
"Well, then... you mention about my lovely siblings?" the mischievous Original turned his gaze back to Bonnie who had been watching them with thoughtful eyes.
"Yes. But first—" Kol was taken aback when Bonnie unexpectedly stepped forward and hugged him. "—it was nice to see you, Kol." she admitted, happy to finally meet her mentor in flesh and bone.
Kol made a surprised noise but returned to her friendly hug. Caroline beamed happily to see her important people getting along so well. "...how very sweet of you." he commented playfully with a smirk.
Bonnie snorted, broke the hug, and made a face at her mentor. "You're still an asshole." she recalled how much magic homework her mentor wanted her to do. It was absolutely ridiculously exhausting, even though the results were very rewarding.
"And proud of it." the wild Original wiggled his eyebrows at his mentee who rolled her eyes.
Caroline giggles quietly while watching their interaction. Her blue-green eyes shifted to Kol's face who was obviously being a little mischievous to his mentee. Her stomach is full of butterflies fluttering.
Suddenly, the doors slammed open and nearly crashed into the walls. "What the bloody hell is taking so long?!" Klaus demanded with frustration, startled the girls while Kol made a bitter face.
"Niklaus! Control your temper—" Elijah was about to chide his brother but paused when he noticed his prankster brother was finally awake. "—Kol." he whispered, relief and happy.
A flash of red and blonde instantly tackled Kol with a hug. "You bloody wanker. You had us worried." Rebekah scolded her brother while hugging him tightly as her face pressed against his shoulder. Kol blinked in stunned while subconsciously wrapping his arms around his sister.
The mischief Original did not expect to get a lot of hugs today. However, he wasn't complaining because he rarely received hugs in his life. As much as he is crossed with Rebekah for betraying him, she is still his sister. And deep down in his dark cold dead heart, he missed her.
He won't tell her though.
"See? It was nothing. He was being dramatic." Klaus uttered to Elijah, coolly while concealing his relief. Elijah stared at him flatly, unimpressed.
Kol snapped his dark eyes at his stupid paranoid bastard brother. "Dramatic? Shouldn't it be you who was being bloody dramatic when you daggered me, brother?" he not unkindly removed Rebekah's arms from him while glaring at him.
"Why are you so irritable? You're undaggered and awake." Klaus said, nonchalantly.
The wild Original scoffed in disbelief. "Are you bloody serious? You daggered me for a century!" he snapped, stepping forward angrily.
Klaus' blue eyes sharpen. "Then you should not have attempted to betray me by creating a weapon against me!"
"Is it wrong of me to want to teach you a bloody lesson, Nik?!" Kol's eyes darken with fumes.
Before anyone knew, two Originals brothers' voices rose with each passing second. Rebekah just sighed loudly while rolling her eyes with annoyance and Finn just stood in the background, quietly.
Elijah ignored them and stood in front of the supernatural best friends. "Thank you for assistance. I appreciate it." the Noble Original said as his dark eyes marginally softened when he looked at Bonnie and Caroline.
The blonde-haired beauty just blinked, bemused as she glanced at the two Originals who were aruging and back to Elijah who was very composed. Bonnie cocked her eyebrow, in incredulity. The argument continued to escalate, their voices got louder and their words got creatively violent.
Caroline and Bonnie exchanged bewildered glances.
Just what the hell have they got themselves into?
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Mystic Falls
Forbes' Residence
Living-Room
Later...
Liz is currently sitting on the couch as she sighs with overwhelm of sadness, grief, and exhaustion. She couldn't believe this was really happening. She glanced around the silent living room for a moment.
She was grateful to have a little bit more private time when she realized that her daughter wasn't home yet. At least she has time to prepare a bit more before Caroline learns what happened to Bill.
Her heart is heavy with the weight when she thinks about her early memories with Bill. Her ex-husband. She and Bill did care and did love each other.
She recalled how she told Bill that she was infertile, and couldn't give him a family. But he didn't care because he loved her enough to ask to marry her.
And later on, to their pleasant surprise, Liz got a miracle baby. It was one of the most beautiful memories.
Liz thought about the happy times such as she, Bill, and Caroline sitting together on this couch, talking for hours on end, sharing stories, and laughing until their stomachs hurt.
However, it changed when Caroline was barely five years old when she suddenly got sick. The doctors didn't know what was happening to her. She was coughing out blood, high fever, and terribly pale. Liz was so scared that she thought she was going to lose her one and only daughter.
And then, one of the doctors finally figured out the reason by Caroline had been dreadfully sick. It was because of the blood. When Caroline was four—the little girl fell from the monkey bar in the playground and hit her head which caused so much loss of blood. Bill rushed her to the hospital and gave his blood for a blood transfusion. She was saved and healed, much to her and Bill's relief.
But it turned out that Caroline was very ill because of the wrong blood type. Liz was beyond horrified and scared when she learned that. The doctor got her blood and, thankfully, Caroline got better later on. One of the doctors explained to her that it was a miracle that Caroline fought while still alive because, normally, when a patient receives the wrong blood type, their body produces antibodies to destroy the donor's blood cells and die rather quickly.
Liz never cheated on Bill but, unfortunately, her ex-husband wouldn't listen to her. And things got so much worse in the house. They argue most of the time while Caroline hides away in her bedroom.
Then, things went out of control when Bill confessed that he was gay and was in love with a man. It had hurt and betrayed her so much to the point that they both decided to divorce. Bill, who didn't care that Caroline was not his blood, loved her so much because she was his daughter.
She never understood how it was possible that her daughter was not biologically Bill. Liz never cheated on him. There was no one. Until Harper told her that Caroline was a Sáõ. It made her think back that maybe it was the reason why Bill was not her biological father.
Liz and Bill promised to never tell their daughter the dark truth. That it was better for her not to know anything about the truth of her real origin.
The mother was devastated when she thought her daughter was gone but she was so glad to be wrong that Caroline was her Sunshine. Just fangs and drinks blood. And she never thought Bill would take Caroline to the old cell, torture her, and traumatize her. Her poor baby was disowned by Bill and had nightmares.
Tears swell in her eyes as she glanced at the white envelope on the coffee table. On the envelope was Bill's handwriting on the front— Caroline
Liz thought he was a coward when he decided to write a farewell letter to Caroline. She wanted to deny it and said that Caroline deserved to have her farewell in person, face to face. However, it was Bill's last request.
So, she respected his last wish as she watched him climb in his car and drive away hours ago.
"Oh, Caroline... how am I going to explain this to you?" Liz whispered, sniffled while lowering her sad gaze to the ground.
And now... the silence was deafening in this house.
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Lake Wood, Louisiana
On the Road
Meanwhile...
The path leads up to the humble yet lovely different shade of a brown and green two-stories cottage that blended with the woods, which are overgrown with wildflowers, herbs, and ivy. The atmosphere around the area was tranquility and serenity. On the front porch, there was a swing and multiple hanging plants from the ceilings. It looked so cozy, inviting, and fairytale-like.
And outside of the path, an expensive automobile arrived and halted. "Is this it?" a voice from Stefan who scrutinized through the window at the cottage in the distance.
"Yeah." Abby grudgingly uttered while eyeing her relatives' home. She has not visited the Bennett cottage for nearly two decades. She has no idea how will her cousins react to her, considering the fact that Abby had ghosted Joanna. Abyy knew for a fact that Joanna would not leave because her cousin preferred to stay in her cottage, near the woods.
Which means, that all the left was Lucy Bennett.
Much to her chagrin.
"Let's go then." Stefan climbed out of the car before he shut off the engine. Abby sighed loudly but pushed the door open and walked out of the passenger's seat. 'Remember, you are doing this for Bonnie.' she reminded herself.