Millennium | Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 12

The news they received the next afternoon was bad.

Apparently, no one had exactly done anything to ensure Alaric didn't complete the transition. Rebekah (in possession of her own body) had gone to the school to clean up after last night's dance, and had been confronted by him while he wielded an 'indestructible' white oak stake.

"This isn't good," muttered Kol while he and Catalina were at lunch, watching the emergency vehicles still surrounding the club they'd torched less than twenty-four hours ago. "If he finds out where we are, he'll come after us."

"How do we hide?" asked Catalina. "How do we make sure he can't find us? What— what if he has some supernatural tracker placed on us and he's making his way here as we speak?"

"He won't be coming yet," said Kol, rereading the text. "He hasn't got a daylight ring. We're six hours ahead in terms of time... by the time it's barely evening in Virginia, we can already be long gone."

"But what if he doesn't even know where we are? Should we leave and risk running into him? What are your siblings going to do?"

"Elijah's making his way back to Mystic Falls according to Rebekah. I won't be doing the same. Nik plans to be out of there before sundown with the doppelgänger. I'm certain he'll expect us to all reconvene somewhere so that we may flee together."

"That sounds like a stupid idea," said Catalina. "You'd all be in one place and become an easy target. You ought to stay separated."

"You don't recall, but that was a dilemma many times in the past. My input wasn't quite valued. I thought being separated was smartest. Now, I'm not quite sure. I'll be waiting on updates from Rebekah and Nik. I suggest you gather your things."

Catalina didn't want to leave. She'd only just started putting together more designs for clothes. She had organized her apartment perfectly. She was enjoying the wine and the food Kol introduced her to. Tuscany wasn't intended as a long-term home for her, but she definitely wanted to stay there longer than a few days.

"Must we go?" she whispered. "Why don't we wait until we find out if he's going to be able to track us or not?"

"If he were to get his hands on one of my siblings' phones, he could very easily find out where we are. If a witch helped him, or if Alaric himself already heard whisper of our whereabouts... we can't be sure, Tere. It's best we go somewhere without telling anyone else."

"But the phones can be tracked. We can't abandon them— what if your siblings need to contact you?"

Kol sighed. She was right, if they ditched the phones to go undercover, then they'd be relinquishing the one thing they could use to find out where the other Mikaelsons were.

"It's two-thirty right now," murmured Kol. "Sunset in Virginia should be around... five in the afternoon. Eleven o'clock here. They have around eight and a half hours to figure out what they will do. If by midnight we've heard nothing from them, we're leaving to be safe, because it might mean something went wrong. If prior to that, they tell us their plans, then we go by that. Or, if prior to that, they let us know everything's been handled, then we simply stay. Make sense?"

Catalina just nodded, deciding to go by whatever he chose. "Alright, we'll do that, then. I trust you. Whatever you think we need to do to stay safe."

It was agonizing, waiting for the Mikaelsons to text back. Elijah wasn't responding, perhaps due to being in a state of traveling. Rebekah was seeing the messages but saying nothing. Klaus was likely ignoring them on purpose.

Then, just before midnight, Elijah called.

"Finally!" said Kol loudly into the phone. "What took so bloody long?"