Forever

Peter losing Wendy

The earliest tendrils of dawn stretched over the roof as I stumbled into the compound, torn clothes and dirt everywhere.

My hair was a mess.

Last night had been rough.

Mikael was a bastard and I'd well and truly pissed him off. But at least he was going to end this all, surely he'd followed me here, there was no way I'd just escaped him.

Angry black veins trailed up my arm from where I'd been bitten. It looked like what happened the time Kol drank from me.

Felt like it too.

"Kol!" Speaking of which, I needed help. "Elijah."

I fell to the floor, drained.

The walk hadn't been fun, and I'd been unsteady on my feet the entire way. I suddenly understood why the eldest Salvatore passed out when he got his before.

Also, I was pretty sure I hallucinated a thing or two.

"What happened?!" That was Kol.

Hands were on me, lifting me.

I felt weightless and the sunlight was kind of going in and out.

What in the fresh hell was this?

A groggy fog filled my brain and my ears felt like they were filled with cotton.

I must've passed out because when I came to, the sky was much darker and Kol looked ready to jump out of the seat by my bed.

"What happened?" I pressed a hand to my forehead and had to withhold a disgusted shiver. My skin was clammy, and it was unbearably hot.

"Drew, for the love of the old gods, please, ask Klaus for the cure. He's refused until you speak with him. Elijah and I were near ready to hold him down to get the damn thing." He blurted.

Kol himself wasn't looking too good, far paler than usual. I could see some black veins peeking out of his sleeve.

Was he being affected too?

"He's trying to teach me a lesson." I groaned, throwing an arm, my uninjured one, over my eyes. I'd almost forgotten who put me in that situation in the first place. "Literally forced me into a wolf's den and then told them I was unbonded." Maybe it'd piss Kol off enough to blow off steam for a few days, enough the Mikael would be gone.

I don't know why I cared.

He was a Mikaelson, through and through.

Crazy.

Irredeemable.

"He did what?" He put his hand on mine, a direct contrast to his voice, gently running his thumb over the veins I knew to be on my wrist.

"Totally threw me under the bus, and then told me to run after killing Hayley." Which, was admittedly very satisfying.

I heard quiet deep breaths being taken.

Was he... calming himself down?

Not throwing a tantrum like his brother surely would?

"I don't even know if Klaus would give me the cure at this point." He'd been angry enough the night previous.

And if the story of Rose was anything to go by, I had less than a day. Way less.

Silence.

I peeked out, and Kol was staring at my hand, apparently deep in thought as he subconsciously rubbed circles in my skin.

"If Niklaus won't do it, then I'll fight for you." He said. "I only wish I could've been a better soulmate, perhaps broken the news to you sooner so it wasn't such a shock..."

"Kol." I placed my other hand over his. "I don't know if I have any more fight left in me. I'm so tired of pushing back. If today is to be my last day, I want to it be happy." It'd be best not to clue in any of them to their fate.

That would finish my plot for vengeance, Klaus' death.

To think, his destruction was of his own making. It was a long time coming.

Kol smiled softly. "Alright, my love. We shall make it the best day you've ever seen. I'm sure Elijah can keep Nik distracted for a while. If anyone could talk sense into him, it's Elijah."

"He's stewing isn't he."

Kol chuckled. "Been locked up in his painting room the whole time. He pushed us out when we tried reasoning with him."

"And he calls me dramatic." I motioned to sit up and Kol helped. "I swear, one day, he's going to bite off more than he can chew, and then it's going to kick him in the ass."

He grew somber. "I meant what I said. I do wish I could have been a better soulmate. If I hadn't held you back, that day, then perhaps I could've been at your side, helping you carry your grief instead of leaving you to shoulder it alone. That look of betrayal, I saw it for months. I'd never seen such hatred in your eyes."

"We can't do this. Not now." Damn him.

"Then when? Long after we're both dead and buried?"

"I can't do this."

Not after Josh.

Had to focus on that, because I didn't trust myself.

Why was it all so confusing.

I was supposed to hate Kol.

After everything he and his family did.

So why didn't I?