Millennium | Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 33

Everyone was mad at her.

She expected it. She'd gone behind their back to do something they didn't want. Now, their enemies were at perfect liberty to come and settle scores, because their fate no longer rested on the shoulders of their sires.

But then again she'd let them keep the white oak. She'd killed Tristan and Aya and took control of the remaining Strix, who now answered to her whether they liked it or not. They would no longer be a threat to them.

And she'd done it all to bring Kol back to life.

She looked down at him as he slept in her bed at the penthouse apartment, snoring lightly, curled up and covered in blankets. He'd passed out in her arms three days ago, and had remained asleep since. She'd already had a daylight ring made for him, and had made sure to fetch him a good amount of clothes to start off.

Still, the Mikaelsons were furious. Hayley had warned Catalina about going anywhere near the Compound, because Klaus was threatening to behead her on sight. Even Hayley was pissed, despite the fact that Jackson was alive and unharmed. None of the Crescent wolves had died, but their injuries were enough to leave the Alpha mad as well.

Freya didn't want to talk to her. Elijah apparently turned away at the sound of her name. Rebekah was saying all sorts of cruel things behind her back, not caring whether she found out about them or not.

Davina was fine with it, as was Marcel. The young Harvest witch was glad to have played a part in freeing Marcel and her friend Josh from Klaus. She was doing well as the Regent now, since she'd followed Catalina's advice and hadn't attacked the witches who were being insubordinate. Marcel was able to move through the Quarter feeling at peace, knowing that neither he nor his crew of vampires would die if anything were to happen to Klaus.

Lucien and the three vampire pals had been celebrating. Cami even joined in at one point, considering Catalina still felt it unwise for her to return to her apartment. They drank and danced, all while the other vampire remained beside Kol, stroking his hair, humming lullabies, and feeding him blood with a dropper to make sure he kept up his strength.

The one unaccounted for was Aurora. When she'd found out that Tristan was dead, she left. Catalina knew that Lucien and the others wouldn't tell her who'd killed Tristan. She'd already paid off The Strix Coven witches to keep their mouths shut as well. The problem was that there was no telling what the redhead would do in her grief. Catalina almost felt bad for causing it. Almost. But not quite.

She'd done what she felt was necessary to bring her love back to her. She wouldn't apologize to anyone for it. The only ones who perished in the process were the people who would have ruined it. She didn't feel sorry for that at all.

"Tere?"

She looked down at Kol, who had opened his eyes. "Hello, there," Catalina whispered gently, helping him sit up. She turned to her nightstand, bringing a large cup of blood to his lips. "Drink."

"What's that noise?" he asked, rubbing his temple as he drank.

"Lucien, Margaret, Francesca, and Arthur. You remember them."

"I do, yes." He downed the rest of the cup's contents, sighing before leaning back against the headboard. "How long has it been? Since... I died."

She winced. "It's almost Thanksgiving. You died in January. Nearly a year. I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?" asked Kol, bewildered. "You brought me back, Tere. Don't ever apologize for that."

"It took me so much longer than it should have," said Catalina. "I... I could have brought you back in March, but there was this whole thing with us needing Esther's blood to defeat Dahlia, and..."