Rebekah and Kol Mikaelson are heretic witches and have been for a thousand years.
Read their story and the story of their wolf/vampire hybrid brother Klaus.
The three indomitable hybrids.
Bound by a vow stronger than the vow made by all the Mikaels...
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A/N----- WE DO NOT NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THE SIGN. IT HASN'T BEEN MADE YET.
SPAIN 2010.
Rebekah heard Kol enter the Mansion they shared and lived in Madrid Spain. "Kol come in here," Rebekah called out from their witch atrium sanctuary. The room has groaning shelves of Grimoires, dried herbs and bones, crystals of every kind found on the planet and tonics and elixirs of every variation.
Kol sauntered in after a night spent in the bed of some agreeable luscious witches. In a good mood full of witch blood his libido greatly satisfied. Seeing his twin with a large brass shallow scrying bowl on the marble bench he looked at the blood coloured water with two of her fingers swirling around the bowl slowly. Rebekah had become a master at being a scryer. Kol, a genius at creating spells.
The image of a woman appeared, "You found Katerina Petrova," He exclaimed.
"Not just her Kol," Rebekah continued to swirl her fingers in the bloodied water. The scene of a split image appeared and another woman appeared beside the first in the water.
"Fuckkkk, is that what I think it is?" His eyes riveted to the vision.
"Yes Kol it is. The spell you created to find the doppelganger from our blood, seeing we were made with Tatia's blood, worked, this my brother is the latest doppelganger."
"Rebekah..." He breathed out awed, "After five hundred years....are we really able to give Nik back what was taken from him." They looked at each other. Their eyes holding the secrets of the last thousand years. The pain, misery, torment and suffering their beloved brother had endured through the millenia.
"Yes Kol we can...and nothing will stand in our way this time.....nothing," Rebekah hissed.
"Where Bekah love is this doppelganger?"
"Have a look at the map on the study desk brother," Rebekah advised lightly. Kol took two strides and looked down at the map. Rebekah's blood leaving a trail from the starting point of the location spell. Kol laughed out loud. Rebekah joined in with relief and happiness that this day had finally arrived.
"This priceless," He controlled himself, "Should we call Nik?"
"No, he is in a bad way. Let us go ourselves and do the reconnaissance so when we call him all will be in place." Kol nodded sadly.
"I called him last night, I heard stories at the bar about him in Romania he is killing hundreds. The towns are in terror of him, he sounds empty, wretched in fact."
"I know and we both know he goes into these spirals of depression every decade or so, I begged him to come or for us to go to him, he forbade it, telling me we should live without his dark cloud of misery," She disclosed.
