Chapter 14: A Salvatore and a Mikaelson

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Klaus walked into the cemetery.

'So, the spell worked,' Stefan said, getting to his feet and walking alongside his old friend. 'We survived. I saved you and you saved me.'

'Funny how that works, isn't it?' Klaus quipped with a soft smile.

'I'd be happy to let this be the end,' Stefan replied. 'Am I too optimistic in thinking we'll never see each other again?'

'Well, that depends. Are you going to do the right thing?'

'By whom? I assume you don't mean my brother.'

'By her.' Stefan nodded.

'I love her. I know that you did once, too. I promise I will only do right by her.'

'Thank you.' Stefan turned and grabbed his bag.

'You know...' Stefan began to say, 'there is someone else you should be thanking.'

'Marcel had to fight for me for his own survival, as did Lilliana for her survival through Elijah.'

'I'm talking about Hayley,' Stefan replied. 'For some reason, she cares about you. Enough to risk her own life. Take your own advice. Do right by her.' Klaus paused, breathing shakily. 'You okay?' Klaus looked back up at Stefan, giving him a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

'Never better.' Stefan nodded, and the two shook hands. 'You take care of yourself, old friend.' Stefan turned and began to leave, but then the two vampires heard a voice.

'You leaving without saying goodbye to your very best friend?' I walked into the cemetery where the boys were.

'You know, I was just about to find you,' Stefan quipped cheekily.

'Yeah, sure,' I said, and wrapped Stefan in a gentle hug. 'I'm going to miss you so much. It's so good to see you again.' He reciprocated the hug, and we pulled back, taking my left hand in his.

'Congratulations, by the way. Elijah will do right by you; I'm sure of it.'

'We're not the perfect couple,' I replied. 'But we do make it work. Take care of Caroline, will you? And say hi to the Mystic Falls gang for me, will you? Tell Damon to make a bloody phone call every once in a while. That goes for you too.' He chuckled.

'I will. Take care of yourself, Lilliana Moore.'

'You too, Stefan Salvatore.' He smiled one last time, nodded at Klaus, and turned away from us, leaving the cemetery and New Orleans. Suddenly, Klaus turned away, stumbling. 'Klaus? You okay?' He held onto a wall for support.

'What's wrong with me?' Klaus said, meeting Freya's eyes.

'You hemorrhaged an enormous amount of mystical energy, enough to create a nexus vorti. It's nothing a good night's rest won't cure.'

'Where did the energy go?' I asked.

Davina Claire walked into the old attic at St. Ann's Church, laying down her stuff and grabbing an ornate silver urn. She opened a small container full of blood.

'The blood of two brothers, the ash of their dead. The blood of two brothers, the ash of their dead,' she said, laying the urn in the middle of the room, after pouring the blood of Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson inside of it. Then she began chanting in Latin loudly. When she looked up, someone appeared in front of her. She smiled brightly.

'I never doubted you for a second, Davina Claire,' Kol Mikaelson said with a smile.

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