𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, kai parker

59 unexpected return

Elijah, Marcel, and Evanora walk down the bustling street of New Orleans deep in thought. "The stake is safe. Davina won't use it on Klaus if it will kill me." Marcel informs the two Mikaelsons. Evanora simply raises a brow and looks around at the people surrounding her.

As of recently, she feels as if she is constantly being watched. Eyes burn into the back of her skull, engraving its unknown name. She cannot scratch the itch they leave. She knows she can more than likely handle herself when it comes to them attacking her. But she has learned the hard way, never underestimate your opponent.

"Of course she has no reason whatsoever to use it on me. Evanora, as well." Elijah quips, causing Evanora to snap back to reality. "Well, I guess you two better behave." The blonde scoffs and rolls her hazel eyes.

"How long before someone else should make this discovery? What if it falls into enemy hands?"

Marcel extends his hand, trying to help ease the situation. Davina is not going to hurt anyone. Why would she? She would hurt Marcel in the process, kill him in fact. "I'll get her to give the stake back. Just give me time."

"Unfortunately, Marcel, unlike these wretched souls that you recruit here, your promises do little to inspire my faith. One way or another Davina will comply." Elijah snarks to his brother's former prodigy. "Okay, do you ever wonder why your family has so many enemies?"

"Because my brother's cannot keep their mouths and actions to themselves?" Evanora thinks out loud, then snickers at her own wit. "That," Marcel points, "and because you make stupid moves like this. It really makes me wonder how the hell I survived you people."

Elijah stares at Marcel before commenting. I don't fault you for your suspicion, nor Davina for her contempt. That does not alter our present dilemma. She has the stake. I want it back."

•••••

Evanora never in her wildest dreams believed that she would see her Father again. She thought that he would be a distant nightmare plagued in her mind amongst the screams. Her tortured mind, full of memories she can remember so clearly. Memories of the cruelty of Mikael.

When Elijah raced to Rousseau's bar, she felt her heart plummet. Something was wrong.

She could hardly fathom whom she pulled off of Davina Claire. She stood across from him, snarling with anger and staring with disbelief. Fear laces her tongue as she chokes out a simple question. "Father?"

"Hello, daughter. I'd hope to see your brother first, but we have some unfinished business as well." Evanora is quick to slap him, hoping that Davina is quick to escape. Praying for a miracle that Elijah hurries inside.

She knows she is one of the best fighters in the world. She is skilled and excellent at her craft. But that all seems to go away as soon as she is near Mikael. It is like she is a scared teenager again cradling her sliced nose.

Elijah runs in and attempts to process the shock of seeing who is fighting with his sister.

"You're still weak, Evanora." Mikael taunts and pulls out the stake. She feels herself freeze in fear, giving him an opening. Her back is against the bar, leaning as she presses the stake into her chest. She feels the white oak stake tear at her flesh, she screams out in pain as it is like nothing she's felt before.

She doesn't know what her brother is doing, she doesn't know what Marcel is doing. She knows that time has slowed down for her. All she can feel is the stake digging deeper into her chest. All she can comprehend is that she can actually feel Kol again. And she doesn't mind dying.

But the stake is removed.

She gasps for air and falls to the ground in pain. Elijah quickly catches her, holding her while she breathes heavily.

"Stop. Go back now." Mikael takes off, leaving the room feeling tainted with darkness. Davina looks at Marcel, but shakes her head before leaving.

Evanora catches her breath, clutching her chest. But she looks to her left and locks eyes with the guy from the market. Kaleb. And suddenly, her eyes widen in realization.

Kol.

She does know how ridiculous the conclusion is. But she cannot help but feel as if she has locked eyes with her dead twin brother. A twinkle of knowing flashes across his blue eyes. He leaves quickly, blood pouring from the gaping wound on his forehead.

She feels sick to her stomach, how could he not tell her?

"Sister, are you alright?"

Her hazel eyes leave the floor, shock and betrayal dims slightly. "I'm fine."

•••••

Kol, you aren't sneaky when your twin has super intuition 🙄 Anyway, I thought I would give y'all a quick update of LOM. I'm actually in college now after taking a gap year, trying to figure my life out. So, hopefully I can manage updating (since I was told by a friend that I needed to update or else 💀) and college as well.