Kol's perspective
50 years. 50 bloody years (not really. That would be an exaggeration). It's been 50 bloody years since I have found this box and lived in it. While my sister and brothers went on to have diverse and thriving lives, I am still physically paralysed in a coffin and confined to a box. It is brilliant.
It isn't.
You might think I have figured a way out of the box and somehow returned to where everyone is, but that is far from the truth. Leaving this place isn't an option – everything excluding the box is entrapped in pitch darkness. A single misstep could lead me to my disappearance or even my demise. I doubt I can die since I am a vampire, or at least I hope I still am. It is tempting to do it but, I rather not test the waters. So, here I am, living a life in solitude.
In the meantime, this place is keeping me company with newly engraved buttons popping up every year. Every year, for the past 50 years, a button surfaces to commemorate a year's ending and another year beginning. And for every new button that surfaces onto the metallic walls, I watch them. Helps with the silence and the feeling of not being alone, if you know what I mean. But, sometimes, watching and listening instead of being present at the moment makes the inside of me feel at a loss - like I am missing out on something so important. Like, the warmth of their laughter, the shared memories, and the genuine desire to connect with one another, not a facade.
Slumping my shoulders down, my back against an empty wall (to avoid accidentally pressing a button), I let out a sigh. As an absent Mikaelson sibling, keeping up with the family is sometimes a pain in the ass. The frequent occurrence of an issue being resolved through the power of the vow "Always and Forever," sounds annoying. In other words, it becomes really boring to watch.
What's not boring are my shoes. Don't they look nice? They are a bit too clean for my liking though – for dark brown leather boots. There are a few scratches from the time I tried to climb the ceiling and–
However, the interruption of Nik's voice brought me back to the scene at hand.
–"Come, dear sister and brothers, Hayley, Hope, and Marcel," Nik said with a warm smile, gesturing them towards the seats. "Let us sit and celebrate our achievements. To New Orleans," Nik grinned while raising his glass of champagne to the air. The sound of glasses clinking filled the room.
Pressing my fingers against the windows, I watch the scene unfolding before me. Everyone sitting at the table –Finn, Rebekah, Elijah and Niklaus were happy, while I stood in front of them, invisible among them. A forgotten presence between the living and the dead.
"I can't believe you."
"To think that I could have what they have," I whispered softly, fingertips leaning against the glass panel.
Why can't I have what they have?
What am I missing?
Am I missing something?
Did I miss something?
Thoughts surged through my mind rapidly.
Am I doing something wrong?
I mean, I have done a lot of things that were frowned upon, as said by Elijah.
But, how is it any different from what they have done?
Finn tried to kill everyone. - That was spectacular if it went to plan.
Elijah killed others willingly. Sounds familiar?
Niklaus massacred wolves for no reason. Guilty as not charged.
Rebekah got stabbed. I am too. Except, one of us can live to tell the tale.
How am I any different from them?
How are they any different from me?
Approaching the scene, I watch as everyone on the table converse. Talking about the awesome, the brilliant, the best brother anyone could have - ME.
I wish.
Although I was standing right in front of them, I wasn't seen. The only thing that could see me was the box, which by the way, I learned was an "elevator." Sounds snazzy.
Amidst the chatter, I looked at the elevator. The metallic doors seemed like they were mocking me, a constant reminder of my entrapment.
They don't need you.
I am not needed.
They don't want you.
I am not wanted.
In the past, such feelings would have brought me to tears, but this time is different. It feels different too.
No tears or feelings of heartbreak welled up in me. Just..."ok."
As I continued to watch, everything else faded away, leaving me standing in the all-consuming darkness. The only thing visible was the elevator, a cold reminder of my reality.
I have lived for 68 years and another 50 years alone.
No one to talk to.
No one to confide with.
This year, 2000, won't be any different.
Entering the elevator, I pressed a button and watched as the doors closed in on each other.
A heavy realisation settled on my shoulders – that I might never experience the warmth of my family's love and acceptance.
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Third perspective
At the present moment, the sounds of fumbling footsteps echo through the room as a figure approaches a bookshelf. With a beer in one hand, the figure tipped a certain book forward to reveal a hidden staircase spiralling downwards into darkness.
Stepping into a room, a cryptic voice breaks the silence.
"Hello, Brother."
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NON HUMAN - Kol Mikaelson
VampireMeet Kol Mikaelson. Throughout his life, he has struggled with his status as the family's black sheep, where he is perceived as an out-of-control psychotic maniac and a nuisance by his own relatives. Cursed to a life of mortality with no one by his...
