Revival § Klaus Mikaelson

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Chapter 1: You Ain't Never Had A Friend Like Me

{D. K}

        Dakota woke in a bed by herself, not recalling ever falling asleep, but now as she was rubbing the crusted sleep from her eyes she now realized that she was alone in the large California King sized bed. "Klaus," She called out, stopping for a moment as she thought that maybe Bonnie had put the veil back up and he couldn't even hear her talking anymore.

        "He left a while ago after you fell asleep, I figure he couldn't handle watching you leave him again."

        The dark-skinned witch that Dakota had grown somewhat comfortable with during her time of death sat in one of the chairs Klaus meticulously set by the large window. Her hair was naturally curly, and resembled ramen noodles that bounced around whenever she moved her head, but today it was straightened and curled towards the ends. Her dark onyx colored eyes stared out the window, taking in the sun that was rising and warming up her skin. "How'd you find me, Quinn?"

        "I'm a witch, doll. You shouldn't ask such foolish questions."

        Dakota held the blanket closer to her body, an attempt to hide her nudity from the woman. She was the only with who wasn't constantly throwing their herbs at her in search for a loophole that would forever trap Dakota in their services. "What do you need?"

        Quinn's dark eyes danced around the room, pleasantly surprised by the decor placed in the obviously expensive home. "Remember when you died and you came to me for a favor, you asked me for something. Do you remember that, doll?"

        "Yeah, Q. I wanted a do-over. A spell to reverse my vampirism without needing the cure that was buried with Silas."

       The witch nodded, her strong hands locking together, each finger hugged by a ring, each knuckle kissed by the expensive gold that she accumulated during her long time in Mystic Falls' supernatural glue trap. "Correct. But in order for me to grant your wish, I asked you to do me a kindness by finding someone for me."

       "Silas," Dakota affirmed. "—because everyone is obsessed with the idea of that cure."

       Quinn quirked a thinly plucked eyebrow, a quick smirk popping up on gloss covered lips before disappearing so fast Dakota's vampire vision nearly missed it. "Now, before that expression-using-Bennett lifted the veil, I couldn't grant you your wish one hundred percent. Only when the veil was finally up,could I set the spell in place and we've been walking planet Earth long enough for me to do what I had to do"

        It took Dakota time to react to her words, and when they did she jumped out of bed, holding the soft covers to her skin as she moved to the full length mirror by the door. Dakota stood as close as she could to the mirror, looking at her face with such urgency she was sure she was going to have wrinkles—which she was fine with, that was a human thing. The brunette waited for the usual tingling feeling she felt when the veins beneath her eyes pulsed, activating her vampiric teeth to grow, but the feeling never came and the action never followed through. "No way." Dakota whispered, the tips of her fingers touching her face cautiously, scared that if she did too much, this would all fade away, but that didn't happen either. "I'm human again."

       "Indeed."

       "Quinn, I'm human. I can eat boring human food and go in the sun without a stupid ring."

       The witch rolled her dark eyes. "Yeah, and you can also die, and you're basically useless."

       "I'm human, not Elena Gilbert."

       Quinn scoffed, knowing exactly who the doppleganger was. "Then my work here is done."

        "Wait, one more thing."

        She sat back down, her weight resting in the chair once more. "Do you have any idea where Klaus is?"

        "Come on, doll. All of his clothes are out of the closet, where else would he go where he planned to keep a permanent residency?" Dakota stayed quiet a moment. "If I know being human would make you stupid, I wouldn't have granted you the wish." Quinn complained. "He's in New Orleans, better run quick—well drive. Humans don't run."

        "What's the cost for that one?"

        Quinn was almost fully out of the door by now, and she sent Dakota a mysterious smile her way. "Just say thank you."

         "Thank you."

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         Days passed and it seemed like being human was harder than Dakota remembered. The trip to Louisiana took longer now that she had to worry about eating three times a day, and sleeping so she wouldn't crash behind the wheel—she even had to drive the speed limit because she didn't have vampiric reflexes to prevent an accident.

          The drive was declared worth while when she parked her car on a curb, locking the doors, and walking out into the busy city that held the darkest secrets when the sky went black. Her eyes searched around, looking at every face she passed to see if she could find Klaus.

          She spend so long looking that she stopped at a small shop in town, one owned by a witch she was acquaintances with. "Jane Devereux." The witch looked up, her large brown eyes seeming relieved.

          "Dakota King, what a lovely surprise." Jane looked behind the brunette, expecting to find the man that followed her every footstep. "Are you alone?"

          "I'm actually looking for someone and I was hoping you could help a girl out." The witch bent down picking up a bowl and putting a hefty amount of soup into it. "A scotch too Jane?"

          The brunette had her shorter hair pulled back into a low ponytail. "No can do Dakota, I need you sober to tell you what you need."

         "Buzzkill."

         "You'll thank me later."

"I doubt it."