aeonian || TVD [1]

part 28

Ezekiel laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Stefan hasn't bothered him yet, but Ezekiel was counting on it as he let the thoughts go around in circles in his brain.

"I feel like I'm going to go insane, Ella,"he muttered and heaved out a sigh.

"I saw something in my brother when he was with Caroline that I haven't seen in a long time,"he said.

"I saw remorse..."

He let out another sigh and turned to the empty space beside him where Adela would've been laying, turning to look back at him with that smile.

His heart clenched.

She would say "I think you should give your brother a chance. He's still your family, even if it's all the bad parts."

"My mother is definitely killing me,"he shook his head.

"I gave my word,"he said.

And then she would smile again, her hand reaching out for his as she say "Sometimes, family makes you want to kill yourself, but you can't."

She'd be right.

If anyone saw him in the state that he was in, they would think he was insane. Only a mentally ill person would lay and speak with the dead like she was still alive.

To him, she was alive.

She was right here.

"I know you never liked this part of me... The part that protected Caroline,"he said.

"But she's a light in everyone's darkness... even in my brother's. I can predict it."

She would roll her eyes.

"Are you talking to yourself?"

He glanced up to see Damon leaning against the door frame with his arms folded and his eyes watching Ezekiel on the bed.

"I'm a thousand years old. We're bound to go insane,"he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Do people not knock or ring a bell? What's the use of the bell I just installed?"he sat up.

"Couldn't help myself,"Damon shrugged it off.

"We gotta go check on those coffins,"he said and nodded over his shoulder.

Ezekiel grabbed the keys without protest and he followed Damon as they headed toward the abandoned house.

When they walked into the room hiding the five coffins, including his own, he glanced around at the lit candles. The coffins were nowhere to be seen which could only mean one thing.

Someone was there with them.

He turned to the shadowed corner of the room where his brother stepped out with a smirk on his face.

"What took you so long?"he questioned.

"Hiding behind your witchy friends... And in squalor, no less,"he waved around.

The flames sparked higher and Niklaus dropped to his knees, clutching his head as Ezekiel smiled.

The witches may hate the Mikaelsons, but they hated Niklaus more.

"I think you should really apologize,"he Ezekiel.

"You hurt their feelings again,"he shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Yeah, man. Insulting a bunch of dead witches? Not smart,"Damon smirked.

"I made the exact same mistake the first time I came in here."