The Prince of Mystic Falls

175. Storytime 1001 AD

No pairing

"Give kind heed to the dead, sick-dead, Sea-dead, or word-dead; treat their bodies with respect and see that they are laid to rest with respect." -Viking quote

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Arkansas Safe House

Freya said, "Come on, we need to get back to Virginia. I have two suspended girls to deal with and six other kids and probably a very exhausted wife to come home to. Plus, I want my story time."

"Be careful what you wish for," Klaus said wryly.

Elijah agreed, "Our stories never seem to have been of a happy ending, do they?"

Kol elbowed him lightly, "You old grump, until now. Look at you, three newlyweds who can't wait to get back to Mystic Falls...Now tell me that's not a happy ending."

Klaus put his arm around Kol, "He has a point. We good, little brother?"

Kol smiled and then punched Klaus lightly in the stomach, "Nope. We are not good. We do have some unfinished business to talk about. But I said I would table it until later. We will talk soon."

"Kol," Klaus considered, "we came all this way to rescue you. Just tell me you're not angry at me."

"The reason I was here is because I was afraid you were going to dagger me again. I can't just forget about all the times 'always and forever' excluded me, Nik," Kol explained.

"Fine, be mad," Klaus said opening the SUV door for Freya.

"So I want to hear about how 'always and forever' started for you," Freya prompted.

Elijah started the car, "Mother and Dahlia actually made the pact first when Father's viking tribe was attacking their village. I suppose she never told you that part?"

Freya shrugged, "She usually just told me how Mother never wanted me and that I was better off with her. She really never talked much about their past. Funny, because we had literally nothing else to talk about. Ugh, Dahlia was the worst. Anyway, so Mother turned you, what happened after that?"

"Well, none of us really come off as blameless truthfully. I guess I'll start," Kol said.

New World

1001 AD

Kol was back in the village. He must have passed out. His tunic was soaked in blood. The smell was metallic and strong. The sun was rising soon. He must get home or he would burn from the sun. He could burrow himself in the hard earth or take refuge in some hovel for the day, but his family would be looking for him. Burning from the sun seemed like a jest from nature herself. That was an effect none of them expected from the transformation, the light was not their friend anymore. They were now children of the darkness and slaves to blood. Mother had her friend working on a spell to help them.

Kol vamped back home to find the small Viking farm quiet, aside from the movements of the animals. He washed hastily in the water barrel and tried to slip back in without notice.

"Brother, late night?" Klaus hissed quietly. "The sun is about to come up."

"I was just out with friends. Is that a crime now?" Kol argued.

"Aye, if you eat them," Klaus pointed out the brain matter and blood staining his leggings.

"Nik, I was so hungry. I killed them. I killed them all," Kol confessed.

Elijah was suddenly behind both of them.

"We can no longer stay here. Our neighbors grow suspicious. There is nothing to stay here for," Elijah said tonelessly.