Imagines

Mercy pt 2 - D. Salvatore/ Kol M.

Song: Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

A Year Later

Y/N

I stepped across the boarder to Mystic Falls for the first time in a year. And the only reason why I came back was because Kol was killed, and surprise, surprise, by bitchy Gilbert's little brother.

Oh, how I hated that family so much, the only one that I liked was Katherine, and that was still a teetering likeness. Elena would've already been dead by now if Katherine didn't want to kill her, herself.

As I walk to town square, I start imagining way to kill little Gilbert, and if Katherine doesn't get Elena before me, then her too. As I enter the town square, a smirk has already appeared on my face, oh how the supposed Brainy Bunch would be in for a surprise.

I yank the Mystic Grill's door open, careful not to actually rip it off, and walk in, secretly hoping that Damon was in here, but I knew that if he wasn't in here, at least Matt will be able to worn them. As I walk in, everything seemed to slow, everybody was still in their own little world, unaware of what took place last night. I walk up to the bar, where Donavan was whipping down the bar like usual. God, nothing really has changed in this boring, old town. I slide into the empty seat right in front of Matt, he looks up, and a look of shock spreads over his face.

"Hello Donavan, how's everything going?" I asked, wanting to see if he mentions Kol, knowing he had some sort of involvement in his death.

He clears his throat, "G- good, what can I get you?"

"A gin and coke." I pause, then remembering that this was no longer New York, and he probably didn't even know how to properly make one. "Actually leave the coke, I'll make it easier on you." As the words left my mouth, he's face turned red in anger, he turned away to make my drink.

In all honesty, I felt bad for the poor guy, and because of that pitty, I was usually a lot nicer to him, but I have a plan that I have to keep up with.

He places the gin filled glass on a coaster in front of me. "Enjoy your drink." He hisses. He goes back to wipping down the bar and serving the consumers, I raise the glass, and sniff the liquid. Vervain.

It didn't surprise me though, he was probably under strict orders that if I was to come back, and my humanity still off, to put vervain in my drink.

I take a sip, taking enjoyment in the burning pain from the vervain, it was going to take a lot more vervain than this to put me down. I quickly finish the glass, having places to be. I leave a 10 dollar bill under the empty glass, and leave, wishing to see the look of astonishment on Matt's face from the empty glass.

***

I stand on the front steps of the Mikaelson Mansion. Sadness over comes me, the last time I'd seen Kol was here. I was crying on his shoulder from the pain seeing Damon with Elena. It wasn't the last time I talked to him. Yesterday was actually the last time I'd talk to him, a year ago was when I last seen him. He was the only one I kept in touch with. I fall down on my knees, treats falling down my face.

Kol was so alone, didn't have no one here to trust. He was frightened. I should've come, I shouldn't have listen to him when he told me to stay up there. He was just doing what he thought was right, I dig my fingers into the ground, needing something to grip onto.

I then here the front door to the Mikaelson's Mansion, I look up, not bothering to wip away the tears.

"Y/N," Klaus says in astonishment.

"He's gone." I choke out, the anger over came me. "And he died thinking he was all alone. He even thought you, his own brother was against him!" I spend up to him and landed a punch to his jaw, a satisfying crack breaking through the air.

Klaus slowly turned his head back to me, pain and sorrow in his eyes, he set his jaw back in place. "He died alone, and I told him wouldn't let that happen to him." My voice cracked at that, tears streaming down my face once again, Klaus pulls me into a hug.

And I show humanity for the first time in a year.

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A/N: There's going to be a lot of time lapses to get the story flowing, but I'm going to try my very best for it not to be choppy. I'm going to try to post a new part every Saturday, but I'm not gonna make promises because I don't want to hate writing again.

- Sara