The Lost Mikaelson - The Vampire Diaries

11 : Wildest Dreams

Chapter 11

She walked up to the Mikaelson's mansion with one thing on her mind. Uncover the truth. Between Henry and Kol, both terrifying vampires, she didn't know whom she could really trust.

What she knew was that if someone detained the true story about Mila's death, it had to be Klaus.

She hadn't spoken to Kol about it yet, nor did she went back onto the subject with Henry. It just made her even more awkward to be at Klaus' doorstep to basically cry and beg for the real rendition of the wilhom love triangle involving his two younger siblings.

But she needed someone's confirmation that her gut feeling was right.

She knocked onto the door and Klaus opened it. He smiled at her, the infamous dimples that made her think of Henry's appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tea? Lemonade?" he had questionned, closing the door behind them, hoping to make her feel comfortable.

She politely declined his propositions and glanced over one of the small rounded tables in the living room, discovering various photographs of the supposedly cruel Klaus hugging Caroline close against his body. She wondered who had taken the pictures.

But now wasn't the time. She cut right through the chase and asked about what she was looking for. Klaus had briefly smiled and then shrugged with nonchalance. He reclined back into his seat as Bonnie stood up, leaning onto the wall next to the window.

"Whatever Kol told you, it was a lie," he started off with, "He can't bear the weight of the burden, even though it wasn't his fault."

Bonnie was listening attentively as her heartbeat, for some foreign reason, fastened inside of her chest.

"He was young and not completely aware of his actions," had continued Klaus, "When we were little, magic made him feel powerful and he used it to take advantage of others. Like he did with Mila..."

10th century - Autumn

"If you want me to apologize Henrik, I won't," Kol had smugly let out, as he was sititng onto a chair, reading one of the huge grimoire he was obsessing over with, "I can't possibly be sorry that Mila chose me over you. I guess that I'm a better kisser than you'll ever be. Can you believe she actually said that to me?"

"In your wildest dreams Kol," he had spat back, venom almost dripping from his mouth, "And somehow, you have managed to transform your perfect illusion into my biggest nightmare."

Henrik had walked up to his older brother and pushed the grimoire aside the table it had been put on.

"I know you used a spell to make Mila fall in love with you," he had said, growing in confidence as his brother's face had contorsionned itself into a mortified expression, "A love potion. Something mother had prohibited from us. You know that could cost you important disappointment from her, right? Perfect little warlock boy wouldn't want that..."

Kol sighed and gave up.

"Fine, I'll take off my magical influence over Mila, if you don't tell anything to mother," he declared, closing the grimoire.

Henrik had smiled, without knowing that the next day, she'd be found dead, skin pulled out from her face and arms, inside her own bed. Everyone thought so firmly that Kol had killed her, that even himself had started to believe it. That's what the brain does. It tricks you into believing anything if the said lie has been told to you enough times as a defense mechanism.

The truth had been that Kol did hold his part in his promise to Henrik. He had been to Mila's house to give her an antidote, that would cure her against the love spell, but he had instead, without his knowledge, administrated her with another antidote. One that was told to be able to destroy the werewolf gene.