The Other Mikaelson- Book 1

Chapter XXII

A/N: Ok, I'll admit it, I've been procrastinating this chapter because I'm thinking of what I want Keira's last words to Kol before he dies for a few books so they do not be mean or bad. Plus Kol's only a recurring character in the TVDU, I need Kol moments here cuz I don't have them anywhere else.

A/N 2: I'm sure as hell glad he's resurrected, cuz I wouldn't be able to handle it if he wasn't.

Having killed a few random people in some alley, Keira and Kol headed back to their hotel room.

"Well, that was fun!" Keira said, wiping blood from off her mouth. "Especially knocking that guys head off! Thanks for that, by the way."

"He was flirting with you, knocking his head off was my job as big brother," Kol replied. He pulled the stake out of his jacket pocket and flipped it, Loki style.

"Hey, be careful with that," Keira said. "That is the one weapon on earth that can actually do lethal damage to either of us, and I sort of don't want to have to pull splinters out of my brain after you accidentally drop it on my head!"

"Yeah, you have enough trouble pulling bullets out of your legs, I'm not gonna hit you in the head with it," Kol replied. "I remember how bad you are at that, and that time Elijah had to pull a bullet out of your heart after father shot you. That was, honestly disgusting."

"Yeah, I know, I was sort of there," Keira said, slapping him in the arm. As if trying to prove a point, a random wooden bullet suddenly decided to find its way into Keira's waist.

She yelled out in pain, falling over. Kol knelt and pulled it out, before both looked up and saw Nik standing there, with a gun.

"What the bloody hell was that for!" Keira yelled, throwing the bloody bullet at him with so much force it went through his hand when he tried to catch it.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" Nik said, picking up the bullet.

"I don't know, shooting me?" Keira said as her wound healed.

Nik glared at Kol. "Decompel Damon Salvatore," he demanded.

"No chance in Hell," said Kol. Nik shot him too, which he caught. "If I decompel Damon, then Jeremy's safe to find the cure, which also means Silas, and I can't have that!"

Nik looked angry- and pulled out a dagger, speeding towards the two and pointing it at Kol's heart. Kol twisted his hand backwards until Nik was kneeling on the ground, his arm broken. He grabbed Kol's hand and flipped him over, before putting the dagger in him. This entire scene having only taken five seconds, Keira was still standing there. She sped forwards to Nik kneeling over Kol's daggered body, and then snapped her half-brother's neck, pulling the dagger out.

"So," Keira said as Kol woke up. "Guess Damon isn't compelled anymore."

"They don't have to know that," Kol said angrily, looking down at Nik and his broken neck. "Well, I'm gonna go chop off Jeremy's arm."

"You're gonna what?" Keira asked.

"If Damon isn't compelled anymore, that means Jeremy is safe. If he doesn't have arms, then he won't be able to have a hunter's mark!" Kol said, beginning to walk away. "Don't come, there'll be a lotttt of blood and I'm not sure you can handle it."

"And you can?" Keira asked. Kol tilted his head for a moment. "At least give me the white oak stake, Kol. If Jeremy somehow kills you, then your sireline will go with you and that's more people I'll have to avenge."

"I'm not going to die, sister," Kol replied. "And I'm not giving you the stake."

"But Kol-"