we're brothers-always and forever

Chapter 3: The Mikaelson Massacre

Chapter 3: The Mikaelson Massacre

A/N I really didn't expect to receive such quick feedback, and I appreciate each review. Here is the third and last chapter. Like I warned you once before, this story is not for Caroline or 'Klaroline' fans. Damon, Elena, Stefan, Jeremy, Bonnie or Tyler fans won't like this fic either. Don't send me hate since i've warned you. But to those who actually liked this, please leave a review.

we're brothers—always and forever

Part 3

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"Despite your behaviour you're still my brother!...Stop this drivel about being singled out and unloved. You are a Mikaelson! You're my blood and I need you...I need you by my side. "

— Klaus Mikaelson to Kol Mikaelson

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Mystic Falls—Gilbert Home

"Elena, calm down. We've got enough bullets, stakes, vervain to take him down. Kol won't stand a chance. The rest cannot get in, Elijah isn't even in town anymore, and even if he was here, he would never hurt us."

Elena, Stefan, Tyler and Caroline sat on the sofa as Jeremy paced the floor, looking out the windows now and then to make sure that Klaus and Kol still weren't hanging around. In one hand was his re-loaded gun with stakes, and he was ready to shoot if he had to, while a few others were in his pockets. He had a black eye from when Kol punched him, and possibly a broken rib from his fall. He was prepared. He was sure that he could take down Kol if he had to, even without the white oak stake. He couldn't kill him, but he could weaken him if he had to. They had recently gotten a call from Bonnie, who had told them that she was trapped in her house, something that had been a fatal blow to their confidence, but Stefan was quick to reassure them. He was holding his phone to his ear, now standing, trying to get a hold of Damon, cursing his brother as he didn't answer. He knew that Rebekah was with them now, she had snapped his neck after finding out what had happened, not giving him a chance to get to her, furious that he knew about it.

Despite Jeremy's words, Stefan knew that if Klaus had contacted Rebekah & aria, even after the three being on bad terms, then the hybrid must have contacted Elijah.

"What is wrong with him? The one time I need him and he's not answering."

Jeremy looked over at Stefan, attention faltering from the windows."He's compelled to kill me, Stefan. It's not like he can be any help."

"No, but I swore to keep him posted. If I don't, compelled or not, he'll break out of that cell. I've given less blood, but he'll do whatever it takes."

Meanwhile, Caroline and Elena were on the phone to Bonnie.

"Any luck, Bon?"

"No, i'm sorry, 'Lena. The more I try, the weaker I get. I can't do anything. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry. They can't get in here. If we can distract them by targeting Kol, i'm sure they'll care more about his well-being than us."

"But what if you can't get to Kol?"

They all went quiet at that. Kol seemed more unhinged than Klaus. He would stop at nothing to get to those who had dared to kill him. Stefan ran a hand over at his face, trying not to get upset at Elena. He had told her that it had been a bad idea, that going against the Mikaelson's wasn't the smartest move, but she had insisted. He was no longer in love with her, but he cared about her, which made him keep his mouth shut. Jeremy seemed too confident that he could take them on, and he was tempted to tell him that he was living in a fantasy world. Kol had almost killed him without using his full strength. He could barely protect himself against one, let alone four. Stefan's gaze landed on the blonde sitting next to Elena, an idea forming in his mind. He moved, sitting on the coffee table in front of her, cutting off her conversation with Bonnie in the process, knowing the witch would be against it.