Slow Burn [Klaus Mikaelson Story]

61. Homecoming

"That is a terrible plan" I rub my temples, apparently today evening when Damon rescued Stefan from his rehabilitation centre and went on a boys trip they met Mikael, who tried to kill Damon but Stefan jumped in, saying he will help them bring Klaus back and now we are standing in the living room of Salvatore boarding house with a dagger plunged into Mikael's chest.

"But this is the only option we've got as you are no help" Elena whines, I raise my hand in surrender and look at Stefan, he takes that as a yes and dials Klaus's number.

After two minutes, Stefan hands the phone to Rebekah who confirms Mikael's death, I look at her in astonishment but she ignores me and goes on her merry way.

"So you are going to Homecoming right?" Damon asks.

"I don't have a dress" I respond, he just rolls his eyes at me, "Wear the old one, the white one you wore at masquerade ball."

My eyebrows furrow in question when he mentions the dress, I know that dress was damaged beyond repair but I haven't thrown it yet, after moving most of my things to estate I haven't seen that dress, "I will be back" I say and vanish without waiting for a reply.

I reach the estate, rushing inside my room. I pull out every single dress I own on the floor but I don't see it, I did this for the rest of the rooms turning everything upside down after half an hour of searching the entire house I stop in the last room which at the far end, the room I never saw till now, it is the room with the old door, like it hasn't been renovated. Without thinking twice I grab the door handle and open the door.

A gasp leaves my lips as I see a desiccated body on the the rickety bed. If it wasn't for the greyish tone to the skin I would've assumed the person is sleeping.

I look around to see the room is almost well kept like someone used to clean it. I look around and see bunch of books and dairy laying on the corner table, as if my feet have their own mind they make a beeline for it. I blow the dust from the top and pick up the blue leather diary, my hands gaze at the initials at the bottom of the cover, G.D.

G. Darius?

I quickly remove the strap that was holding the pages together, I look at the date and it is from 1200.

'I have filled so many like these in your memory so when you return back I can read all the experiences to you, we missed as brother and sister. So I can relive them with you in a form.'

I look at the man laying on the bed with wide eyes, he is my brother? I quickly flip to the last pages and see the date, it is still 1200 years back.

'Today I met a Nobel man who wants to protect his family, his name was Mikael, he asked me of my blood so he can create his family stronger to protect them from the wolves that were oppressing them so they can have equal chance, isn't always about equal chances?'

'After few days of pondering over the offer, I agreed but before I can tell him that I have granted his request I checked on him and his daily routine, he wasn't Nobel at all, he blamed his second eldest son for every wrong doing he did, he killed innocent people and blame it on the young lad, Niklaus. Whenever he tried to voice his opinion the lad was shut down followed by humiliation and harsh punishments which made sick to my stomach. So I denied his request and then he conspired against me with my closest, our own grandma, can you imagine my little Isla, our mothers mum will harm her own grandson? But I shouldn't be surprised when she told me what she did to you and to think of it I helped her in whatever she did to you. She manipulated me telling me all the sweet lies about how if I help, you will be back with us in no time, little did I know. She knew the only thing that can kill us is remorse and grief and she used that against me, she used it against everyone, she took you away from us killing more than half of our family but I stayed strong and hopeful that one day I will hold your tiny hands again but when she told me that I was part in her schemes of harming you, then it hit me, remorse and grief, every negative emotion known to super kind. I am using last of my magic to write this in hopes if by grace you read this I beg of your forgiveness, please my little star forgive your dumb little brother and I really pray to whatever is out there, in the next life I have the privilege of becoming your brother again