Bryson leads me down these stairs, to a club with vampires just feed on humans. There's music playing in the background, so there are some that are actually dancing. But eventually start eating their partner as well.
Hmm, maybe Rebekah would have enjoyed it here.
"What is this place?" I asked as Bryson led me through the crowd.
"Somewhere only the elite vampires in the city can go. No vampire is allowed in here, unless they are personally invited. Alister likes to keep his circle small." Bryson tells me and I look up to him confused.
"He considers this small?" I ask, covering my ears, as the music starts to get louder. But I can still see Bryson laughing at my joke. "Why did he pick all these people?"
"He believes everyone here has a story as to why they make such fantastic vampires. Everyone here is not here because they are physically strong, but they have a story that makes them strong." Bryson explains and I nod, trying to concentrate on what he is saying.
"Okay. So where is he?" I ask. He starts walking through a crowd, gesturing for me to follow. Bryson leads me to this door in the far back of the club. I was about to walk in, but he stopped me.
"I can't let you in, unless he says you can come in." Bryson states.
"But you let me into this club." I state, now taking my hands off my ears as the music is farther away now.
"Yes, I did, but Alister keeps an even smaller circle on the people who know him. Yes, these people were personally invited by him, but many of them have not even met him." Bryson explains the situation and I look at him irritated.
"Well, I don't have time to make a good impression on him. Can you please just put in a good word for me?" I ask politely.
"I'll try. Stay right here." Bryson stated, before doing a certain knock to be let in. After someone inside opened the door, he walked in, and the person who had opened the door for him quickly shut it once Bryson was inside.
I look around as I watch all the vampires dance and drink. I don't think I have seen so many vampires in one room since...well basically before I was put in a coffin. There is so much bloodlust.
"Hello pretty lady." A drunk guy comes up to me and I look him up and downs judging his appearance.
"Can I help you?" I ask, even though I'm not really trying to continue this interaction.
"You're human. Which means it's feed o..o'clock." The drunk man slurs out before he lunges at me and bites my neck. I immediately fling him away, and he lands on this table. Luckily, it's a vampire club so these things are most normal and I don't attract any attention.
But just my luck, two other guys started approaching me as well. These two don't seem drunk, but they still act like they want to feed from me.
I give them a migraine before they have a chance to even come 5 feet near me. They seem to struggle with the pain, so they walk away from me.
This is worse than a regular bar. All the guys here have creepy sides that are magnified by hundreds. Now their weirdness and creepiness are even worse. They're basically douchebags on hemorrhoids.
I then saw the door open again, and Bryson came out. He smiled at me and motioned for me to come in, and I quickly did so.
I walk in behind him, and see two tall figures, standing right when you enter the room. I seem some girls, who are partially dress, who are bleeding all over their bodies. I look away disgusted.
"Follow me." Bryson states, and I follow him to this back room, where I see a shirtless guy chilling in the couch, drinking the blood out of another girl.
"Bryson care to join?" The guy on the couch states, and Bryson quickly comes to have a meal as well.
This man, who has dark-light skin tone, with curly hair. His eyes, which seem hazel and not to sound weird, but he is extremely fit. His 6-pack is most obvious to anyone.
"I'm assuming you're Alister?" I question crossing my arms, even though there are another set of vampires standing menacingly, covering the back room.
Alister locks eye contact with me, and stops feeding on the girls. He looks at me with shock, as he wipes his mouth and slowly gets up from the couch.
"Kalle Mikaelson." Surprised he says, with a smile growing on his face, making me confused.
"You know me?" I question suspiciously, making his stance taken back. As if he was surprised I asked. He continues to stare into my eyes curiously, and I eventually loose eye contact as it starts to get weird and creepy.
He then starts to chuckle, turning it into a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. Nice joke. You can stop faking now, Kallandra."
Once he states my full name, I'm even more confused. I hardly tell my entire name to anyone, let alone someone I don't recall ever meeting.
I squint my eyes in him, with confusion taking over my face. "How do you know my name?"
His face then goes from laughter to a somber look. "Wait, you seriously don't know me?" Alister questions again in a more shocked tone.
"Am I supposed to?" I ask, still confused. His face stays somber, but it seems to turn hurt after I asked that question. That's weird.
"No, it's fine. You've been alive for 1000 years now? It would make sense for you not to remember every face you meet." He shrugged off the matter, but I was still curious. I decided to shrug it off as well, because for now, I had more important issues.
"1000 years?! How is that possible?" Bryson asked confused, choking on the blood he had just fed on. Alister turned to him and laughed at the situation.
"Oh my apologies. Kalle here is the sister of the original family of vampires." Alister explains to Bryson, and Bryson turns to me in shock.
"Wait, your siblings are the first vampires to exist?" Bryson asks, surprised. I shake my head yes with a small smile. "Oh my god, this is amazing. Should I bow or something?"
"No, no, that's not necessary, but thanks." I awkwardly say, and Bryson nods and goes back to feed the girl.
"I met Kalle and her family about 300 years ago, when I was still going by my actual name, Alexander." He states. Once he says that name, I am automatically alarmed.
That's the name Rose said I killed. The same name I have been hearing in my dreams, and past memories. But why do I not remember anything significant about that person, or this name?
"Are you okay?" Alexander asked me, noticing how I had gone in the clouds for a moment.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I um...I'm here to see your witches." I state, moving back to my original objective.
"Yes, Bryson told me. Why exactly do you need to see my witches specifically?" Alexander questions me.
"Is there any way I can talk to them, without telling you the reason?" I ask, hopeful, but he immediately shakes his head no. "Okay, fine. I don't know what you remember or know about my family, but most of them have daggers in them that make it impossible for them to wake up, unless the dagger is removed."
"Yes, I remember that. You're the one who told me about it." Alexander states, stepping closer to me, and I take a step back. He takes the hint and continues. "So what does this have to do with my witches?"
"I cannot pull the dagger out and I was hoping they could speak to the original witch to tell me how." I explain.
"Why can't you just speak to her? I mean, you've been alive for 1000 years; shouldn't you have enough power?" Alexander asked me, and I looked down, unsure how to answer.
"The original witch used to be one of the only witches I talked to as a spirit. But how I was helping my siblings was not exactly ideal for the witch kind, and she basically disowned me." I state it in a harsh manner.
"And you believe she will tell you how to take the dagger out of your siblings, even though she does not like you." Alexander questions my explanation and I give him a shrug.
"It's worth a shot, and it's honestly my only chance." I say uncertainly. He looks at me for a moment, and I hope he can see the desperation on my face.
He then turns around and opens a door to another room. How many other rooms are there? Anyway, I watch as Alexander creeps his head into the room, leaving his body in this one.
"I'm sure they'll love to help. His witches are actually quite kind." Bryson states, and I look over to him as he finishes his meal.
"Well, if they know me and the things I and my family have done, I wouldn't be too sure." I state worriedly. Usually, I would show my power over these witches, but doing so won't help me speak to the original witch.
Alexander then comes from the room and makes his way back to me.
"Well, some of my witches are not here at the moment, but there is one, and she is willing to speak with you." Alexander explains, and my face turn into a huge smile.
"Thank you so much!" I state with a smile and he gives me a grin back. I then walk past him, and open the door to see a women sitting on the floor.
"Close the door." She requests, and I do as she says. "Come, take a seat."
I see a small table with a grimoire opened on it. Next to the table are two cushions. One cushion is for the lady, who is seated on it, and there's an open seat for me to sit on. I take a seat, and observe the rest of the room.
There are candles lit everywhere. The room is dark, so I understand why. There is another table next to this one with the same setup. I guess that's for the other witches.
I look back at the lady, who is a modern age lady, with short straight brunette hair. She has her eyes close and is lip-reading spells. She is not saying them out loud, but after doing spells for 1000 years, I can make when someone is just lip reading them.
"I'm assuming you know who I am?" I ask, as she would not let me in here, unless she did.
"You're Kalle Mikealson. Daughter of Esther and Mikael. Twin sister of Kol. Younger sister of Finn, Klaus, and Elijah. Older sister of Rebekah. The only immortal witch in your family. You mother speaks of you a lot." The witch says in a quiet tone, keeping her eyes close.
"I've heard.." I state not caring. The lady continues to keep her eyes close, as she keeps her hand on the grimoire.
"You desire to free your siblings from the pain your brother Klaus cursed upon them." The witch states.
"I wouldn't say they are in pain...are you talking to my mother right now?" I question, but she doesn't answer. Instead she continues to keep her eyes closed.
A breeze starts flowing through the room, and the candles flicker as well, and they almost go out. Objects start to move without warning, and one almost hits me. What is my mother saying to her?
Then everything just stops moving. The candles are now in a still position and the breeze is gone. I see the witches eyes open for the first time since I got into this room.
"She request to talk to you personally." The witch tells me and I look at her shocked. Mother has not wanted to speak to me in a millennium. I don't know whether to be angry or relieved.
"She wishes to talk to me?" I ask surprised and the witch nods her head. I think about it for a moment. I will be able to speak to my mother again. After all these years. I don't even know what to say.
I look up to the witch, and nod my head of approval. She holds her hand out for me, and I grab onto her hands. She starts doing a spell, and the room starts becoming a breeze again. After about ten seconds, it stopped.
The lady drops her head, and I let go of her hands. I look sideways at the lady who's neck is resting on the table.
"Mother?" I ask. The witch slowly moves her head up, and then locks eye contact with me. I feel my heart rate getting faster and faster.
She moves her hand on top of mine, which gives me the chills. She grabs my hand with both her hands, and brings it close to her heart. I look at the lady relieved, and even though she has not said a word, I know this is my mother.
I feel tears forming in my eyes. Even though this is not her body, she still has the same warmth to her. That same care in her eyes, when she looks at her children. All my hatred for her abandoning me, went away as soon I felt her touch again.
"Kallandra." Mother states in a soft voice, and that's when I break.
I feel tears coming down my face and I have no control over it. I do not want to hug her, or I will never be able to let go. I look into her caring eyes, savoring this moment. I have not felt this much emotion in centuries. It actually feels good to feel again. To not bottle up every emotion I have felt since my family was turned into vampires.
"Mother, you're here." I state surprised, with my voice shaking.
"You asked for my help." She states slowly letting go of my hand. I start to wipe the tears from my face and slowly realize the reality.
"I didn't think you would help. Since the last time we talked was a thousand years ago." I state, and my mother's face turns sad.
"I am truly sorry for what I did to you. I was furious at what I created, that I parted the blame on you for helping your siblings. You were just trying to keep your family alive. Like mother like daughter, I guess." Mother states, making me have a small giggle. She looks at me with sincerity afterwards. "I know what you have been through, what you all have been through. It hurt me to see Niklaus continue to dagger your siblings and it broke my heart when Elijah did the same to you."
"Yeah, it's been um...a really tough couple of centuries." I laugh, hiding my still shaking voice. I try to keep a smile, but it immediately goes back to a saddened look. "I don't know what to do now mother. I was hoping you could help."
"You want to be able to lift the daggers." She states, and I quickly nod.
"Can you make that possible?" I ask.
"It's not that simple. The white oak ash was made to make the originals weak. Your magic does something different. If it comes in contact with the white oak ash, it rejects it."
"Wait, but I can dagger my siblings. Why is it different when I pull the dagger out?" I question.
"The magic that makes you and your siblings immortal is now absorbed in the dagger. Once the magic is there, it repels yours. It's like two magnets coming together." Mother explains to me and I start to understand the concept.
"So, that's why the dagger stayed in me when I lost my magic. There was nothing to fight it." I state, now knowing why Elijah was able to dagger me.
"Yes. When you lost your magic, that was a time you could of undaggered your siblings without it having to be such a hustle." Mother states. If Elijah never daggered me, I could of took Kol out. I guess Finn as well. But they could of been out of the coffin. Oh bloody hell.
"So there's no other way for me to pull the daggers out? Please there has to be some type of other loophole." I state pleading. I can see as my mother thinks of an idea.
"There's one thing, but it won't be exactly easy." Mother states, making me hopeful.
"What is it?"
"I can make it so you have enough power to pull out a SINGLE dagger." Mother states.
"A single dagger?" I ask confused.
"It will overpower the magic in the dagger, but you need to pull the dagger out of someone more recent. As much as I would love for Finn to be out of that box, he has been in it way too long for you to pull out the dagger. Same with Kol. He hasn't been in the box for as long, but it still has been a while."
"Elijah, then." I state, realizing he is the only one left and Mother nods. She then starts feel her head and grabs onto the table. "Are you okay?"
"She seems to be taking her body back. And the spirits think I have been away for too long." Mother explains, making my face turn sad.
"Wait, no. I still have so many other things to ask you." I state as I can feel my mother's soul slipping away.
"I'm sorry Kallandra. I'll help you with the daggers, and I hope it's enough to pull at least one out. But there's one more thing you need to know."
"What, what is it?" I ask frantically.
"Niklaus. Do not put your full trust in him. He has more secrets then you're aware of." Mother states and I look at her confused. I was not expecting that.
"Wait, what secret?" I ask interested and confused, but look mostly concerned. "I'm loosing you again."
I watch as she grabs onto the table with a tight grip. The witch is gaining consciousness.
"Don't worry, you will see me again soon." Mother states, making me more confused. "Goodbye Kallandra."
I watch as the witch's head drops on the table again. This time when she wakes up, the witch is in her own body.