Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

265: Chronic, Delayed, Exaggerated, and Masked

a/n: Happy Birthday to me x

The title is the four primary types of grief (supposedly) - enjoy a chaotic timeline, you will eventually have each gap filled <3
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"What do you mean," Kol's face was slack as Beni poured a mix across MJ's chest, "Her original thread might be gone?"

Her heart was no longer staring at him, but he could still picture it.

She'd claimed it belonged to him, but Kol hadn't needed the visual aid.

Once upon a time, he'd offered to package up the hearts of MJ's enemies – not just offered! He'd stood, in Italy, above three bodies, prepared to send the hearts across an ocean as a demonstration of affection, only to realise how insane he would seem.

"To make a second thread, I used the first," Beni worked fast, "As a base. You know, or it wouldn't work – another spirit could've grabbed it."

The Compound was a mess – it deserved to be a mess.

"But I was holding it when my neck got snapped."

Kol stared at the blue sky, "And the string can only take so much pressure."

"I'll – "

"One of Freya's suggestions," Kol realised, "She needed spiritual power."

Finn bit his lip, "But MJ isn't a true spirit."

"She's close enough."

"Kokonotsu No O To Kokonotsu No Inochi."

Kol couldn't help but appreciate Beni's haste.

"Anular Forte E Les Forte A Las."

Pri's head spun as she pushed up, Freya and Elijah in the barn's doorway, Lucien's eyes losing all their red, a single layer of fangs in his mouth.

"His power's gone," Freya was panting and sweaty, "It's over Lucien."

Klaus kicked his chin into the barn floor, the sun directly above their heads.

"You can kill me," Lucien gleamed, "But the prophecy still stands."

The black shapes morphed to cuts, skinning him.

"You ensured it."

"I've heard about a thousand years too much from you," Klaus knelt down, "For a century, you lived with my name, and you never did quite recover from losing it."

Elijah scanned Hayley's bloody clothes, and Pri's near-concussion.

"Despite the gift of immortality," He picked up an abandoned metal stake, "We have always known what you are."

Klaus Mikaelson used the weapon to carve a final smile. Recreating the state Lucien would have died in if they'd never discovered their abilities. Now, just a body, flinching out against magic he thought he could control.

"Nothing."

Lucien's own hand was used to pull his heart out, no ancestral resistance.

"Where do we take the body?"

Elijah and Freya's eyes locked as Klaus let the organ drop.

"Where does Mira need it?"

As Freya Mikaelson went to speak, her body finally gave out from the lack of sleep and spellcasting, collapsing into Elijah's arms.

Pri swallowed, "It's Elysian Ave – "

A breeze raced through The Bayou, Vincent sprinting to Lucien's body, starting his spell, as Marcel punched Elijah hard enough to knock Freya from his hold.