• A tale of love, pain and hope •
Mikaela Lockwood is the younger sister of Tyler Lockwood, and a recently-turned Hybrid. After being turned by Klaus, she becomes sired to him, and kills dozens of people. Her family send her to the 1994 Prison World...
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I couldn't tell you how long I stayed on that kitchen floor.
Time slowed down, the world stopped.
Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days.
For the first time since being turned into a Hybrid, the concept of forever suddenly terrified me. What good was being immortal if I was going to spend eternity alone?
'Just break the sire-bond and go home,' I hear you say?
I couldn't. I didn't have the strength, didn't have the ambition. I didn't want to do anything except sit on the cold tiled floor and pray for the pain to go away.
Kai had left, without even really saying goodbye. He wasn't coming back and he didn't want me to come looking for him. I would never get the chance to tell him that I was sorry, that I hadn't meant what I'd said.
I didn't hate him. Not one bit.
I needed him, in the same way a human needs air to breathe. Without him, I just fell apart. It took him leaving for me to realise just how much he'd kept me afloat.
Without him, I felt like I was drowning.
Less than 24 hours ago we were excited about going home, about our freedom and the future.
And now? Kai was God knows where, doing God knows what, and I was still sat here on the ground, frozen in time.
How could everything have changed in such a short amount of time?
Maybe I could still stop him. Maybe if I was quick enough I could find him before he disappeared halfway across this empty planet, never to return.
Finally mustering the strength to push myself up off the floor, I slipped on my shoes - not caring that I was still in my pyjamas - and dashed out of the house without a second glance.
Running the whole way as fast as I could, I rocked up to the Salvatore Boarding House and banged my knuckles against the door rapidly. Half-expecting Stefan and Damon to open it and greet me warmly, I shook the idea out of my head.
This was 1994, and the Prison World had a grand population of two.
Receiving no answer, I tapped on the wood again, hoping - praying - that Kai would step out sheepishly, telling me he'd made a mistake and that he wanted to come home.
But of course, that hope was short-lived, getting nothing but silence as an answer from the empty house.
Peering in through the windows, the inside was dark, no sign of anyone having lived in it for a while. Kai hadn't come back here as I'd thought, wondering if he'd made a pit-stop before his travels to grab the rest of his things.
