Revival § Klaus Mikaelson

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Chapter 40: Medusa's Wrath

{D. K}

The phone fell from her fingers, clattering to the carpeted floor with a dull thud that she could barely hear. Recovering quickly, she picked up the small phone, pressing it to her ear. "D, is that you?"

"I should be asking you that," His same sultry voice responded through the line. "Here I was thinking my favorite girl had died without even saying goodbye."

"Not that I'm not thrilled to hear your voice again, Damon, but why are you calling me?"

"Klaus called me earlier and he won't answer my calls so I decided to give you a try," There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I had Bonnie do a spell to see if you were on the Other Side and a witch told us that you'd gotten out of that a long time ago."

Dakota made a small clicking noise with her tongue. "Come on, D. I don't do well with restrictions, I got out of that supernatural super glue like a year ago."

"Well, its basically nonexistent at the moment thanks to some complications on our end so if you see any dead men walking, don't be alarmed."

         "Thanks for the tip," Dakota sat down, her nails scraping against the denim of her jeans. "Can I ask you a question?"

          "Anything."

          She took in a deep breath, memories of herself and Damon flashing behind her eyelids with each passing moment. "Why didn't you come to say goodbye?"

           While she couldn't see him, Dakota knew Damon was making that face—his brows furrowed as his eyes squinted and his lips pursed as he thought. "I wanted to, but I couldn't see you in that way knowing that I was part of the reason you were like that."

           "You felt guilty."

           "A little," He softly replied, his teasing voice changing into one of sadness and regret. "I didn't know what to do with myself without you around, Kota, so I'm glad you're back."

            Her hand ran over her swollen belly, a little smile on her face. "Me too."

             After that, it was hard to dampen Dakota's mood, her body feeling weightless given the fact she'd gained at least thirty pounds. "I come with news on your reoccurring father issue."

Elijah and Klaus pulled her away from the booth, all holding their tongues until they got in the car, Genevieve residing in the back seat. "What do you know?"

"I got a call and found out the Other Side is under construction and to not be surprised if we see the walking dead."

Klaus' eyes were bloodshot and there was a dangerous glimmer in them that formed because of the alcohol. "I take it they're not going quietly."

"What's the fun in that, right?"

"So," Elijah behinds, raising his hands in a defenseless matter. "—our father has decided to spend his remaining time tormenting us. How delightful."

Genevieve watched the two silently, and although the ginger had something up her sleeve the Mikaelson's already had too much on their plate to deal with her. "You can leave now."

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Dakota walked through the streets of the city they following day, the sun shining as the breeze flowed gently through her hair. There was a black leather jacket that covered her flowy black dress. Her and the brothers stayed along with the crowd as they attended the official burying of Pastor Kieran.

Her hand came up to catch a cough that kept occurring after starting the night prior. "Are you okay?"

"Just a cough," But it wasn't. Dakota moved from the crowd to avoid bumping into people, Elijah and Klaus following behind in worry. A prodding in her throat triggered her gag reflex and as she'd only expected to throw up her breakfast, thick blood spilled from her lips before collapsing on the concrete.

When Dakota woke she was on a table all by herself, her hand pressed against her stomach. "What the—"

"It's good to see you again. I've been dreaming of this for a while."

Brown eyes widened when she saw him. "Mikael, I'd say it's good to see you but I must admit, I liked you better dead with a stake in your heart."

"Oh, Darling. This will be the best way to live my final moments," Mikael sped to her, hands wrapped around her neck, her body pin to a wall. "Welcome to my Hell. I've had to stay behind and watch my children call that hideous creature, brother."

Finding the strength, Dakota used her heeled foot to kick him with all her might in his knee cap, his leg buckling with a satisfying crack. She gasped for air as she scrambled to make distance with the older man. "Wait you watched them—oh my God, were on the Other Side. We're dead." Dakota felt her heart clench in realization. "My baby."

"Your kid never had a chance."

As if a flip was switched, Dakota's face hardened, picking up a long iron rod used to hold up signs. "Neither will you." Dakota charged at him, the iron being swung to smack him in the face, blood splattering on the ground. "I used to wonder what had to happen for someone to become like you. Angry," With each word, she hit him again with a strength she didn't know she'd possessed until she'd learned he'd harmed her child. "—bitter, vengeful. But I don't want to know anymore. I don't care." The large iron was plugged into his chest, not killing him, but the weight too heavy for him to move it himself, rendering him immobile and in pain.

Dakota found herself gasping for hair, Klaus and Elijah on both sides of her. Adrenaline pumping and marital instincts still in play, she moved away from them, too many people around her. "It's okay," They tried to sooth, moving close to her slowly, their hands up so she could see them. "Everything's okay."

"I saw him," She declared. "Mikael, I saw him."

Recognizing the expression she held, Klaus held her hand, the other brushing her hair from her face. "What'd he say to you?"

Your kid never had a chance.

Never had a chance.

"Nothing worth repeating because it isn't true." She stood with their help. "I won't let it be true."