Once a Mikaelson, always a Mikaelson.
Kiara Mikaelson was turned into a vampire when she was seventeen and the first time she took a life, her bones broke and she became something else entirely. She hid her true self from her family for centuries, u...
Mother being back was surprising to all of us, but even more surprising than her return was her motives. She says she wants us to be a family again, yet she made our father into a vampire to hunt us. I don't think I was the only one finding the situation odd, Elijah had the same inquisitive look on his face that he always gets when he believes something is not right.
"Mother," Finn says quietly. She turns away from Nik, giving Finn a big hug. Then she goes to Rebekah who's tears are smearing her mascara. She hugs Elijah next, though he isn't as eager to return the hug.
She moves to Kol, and he takes the hug, some small tears welling up in his eyes. After that I am the only one left. She comes over and embraces me. I don't notice the tears until I feel them run down my cheeks. She combs her hand through my hair before letting go and turning to all of us. "At last, we can all be a family again." She tells us all.
We take notice of the pale complexion on her face and the look in her eyes. "Are you alright?" Rebekah asks.
"Just tired, my darling girl. It took a lot of strength to come back after all this time," She explains. "Would one of you be kind enough to show me to a room?"
Finn puts his hand out to help our mother, leading her up the stairs. "A thousand years, and he still kisses up to, mother." Kol comments making me and Elijah let out a small laugh.
We all get to talking reminiscing the events of the years we missed out,and then we had gotten changed into era appropriate clothing. Rebekah had brought me to her room which had a closet full of clothes. She chose what I was going to wear as she believed I could not be trusted with my own ideas of fashion.
She goes through the closet and picks out a pair of jeans that had holes in them, a white long sleeved shirt that didn't even cover my stomach and a heavier winter coat. "Thank goodness women can wear pants now, but you are aware these have holes in them and the shirts are too small for me, right?
She laughs, "The jeans are supposed to have holes, and the shirts your size it's supposed to show your stomach, they call it a cropped top."
"Are women in this area all prostitutes?" I was surprised with what she was telling me.
I walked out of the bathroom in the outfit she picked out which made me feel slightly uncomfortable with the utter lack of clothing in these clothes. "That's what I said, but no, this is just what they wear, and you pull it off wonderfully."
She walks over to her vanity to touch up her makeup, I never wore much makeup throughout history, I wasn't a fan of how it made my face feel. The most I ever wore was some mascara and a bright red lipstick.
I look through Rebekah's box of unused lipstick and pull out the most vibrant red I could find and put it on my lips, not bothering to put on any other type of makeup. Rebekah came up behind me with the winter coat she had gotten out for me. "I was wondering if you would be willing to help your little sister?"
