𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 || 𝖂𝕿𝕾 || ᴅ. ʜᴀʟᴇ

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Arriving there

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(Mention of death.)

You know that feeling you get when you die? Where your oxygen depletes, which slows your circulation, making your skin mottle and your extremities turn cold; it gets harder to breathe, and what breathing you are able to do becomes noisy (although for what it's worth, the 'death rattle,' as it's called, isn't thought to be painful); and when your heartbeat, breathing, and circulation stop, clinical death occurs. Biological death would follow a few minutes later as your brain cells die from the lack of oxygen.

But that's not what Kol Mikaelson felt as he died. While being killed by a stupid teenager and her idiot brother all for a rubbish cure, that the doppelgänger doesn't even want nor deserve, all he felt was this intense burning on his entire body. Feeling as if his body was being burnt from the inside as it destroys his skin cells. The burning would start in one place and slowly start to spread everywhere else.

And you know what people say about when your dying and your life flashes before your eyes?

That's what happened to Kol Mikaelson. He saw everything that he did in his 1000 years on earth. From when he was human and his sister, Klaus, taught him how to wield a blade even though their father threatened her not to. Or when after weeks of trying, he managed to finally tap into his magic and the joy he felt. Or when his family had just been forced to turn into vampire, by their father Mikael's hand, and his sister help him through the transition even though she herself had been turned as well. Or when for his 500 birthday his older brother and his sister took him to the new bar that had just opened up and they partied all night. Or when he had his own coven and all the spells he made. Or how he traveled around the whole world going to every single country and collecting souvenirs. His most favourite memory would be from when he and his sister ruled New Orleans together and even met a little boy who she took under her wing.

And appearing in a dark room was not where Kol had expected to be after being killed. I mean I get he's done terrible things in the 1000 years he's been alive, but seriously? This is his hell?

He could still remember when he made eye contact with his big sister, the one who was always like a mother to him, as she was banging at the barrier that's stopping her from entering and watching as she screamed out his name, but he couldn't hear a single thing as he slowly and painfully died.

All he could hear was this high pitched ringing noice in his ears as he took his last breath of air. As the life left his lungs he accepted the open arms of death with hidden fear that sent a shiver down his back.

But in that moment the only thing that Kol wanted was to be was be in that one person arms and to be held like how he was when he was younger.

Nik's arms. His sister who was a better mother to him then their own. His sister who helped him with his magic. His sister who was there for him whenever he needed. His sister who he loved unconditionally.

As he frantically looked around in hopes of finding her he came out empty handed. Instead of find her, Kol saw a group a teenagers with a couple of adults, the 'save-Elena-gang' and his useless excuse of siblings, which he rolled his eyes at.

In the group with the adults Kol noticed something, or more specifically someone, who looked somehow familiar to him. Taking a couple quiet steps forward he noticed who the man looked like. He looks like the man from Nik's painting!

Running forwards, ignoring the people he pushed over as he ran into them, he ran up to the grumpy looking man and as he stopped behind him he smiled brightly.