Final Hours ~ Kol Mikaelson

OO5 ~ Witches

Kol's p.o.v.

On a whim, an idea pops into my head. 'I haven't tried everything, yet!' I say, hope washing over me. {y/n} looks at me curiously but then shakes her head. 

'Don't seek out a witch. You'll regret it! One, she can't fix me with magic. You and I both know that and two, even is she can, there's a huge price that comes with it! Listen to me when I tell you that nothing good is coming from it.' She tries to warn me but just like her when I warned her, I'm not listening. 

'If there is a chance, I'm more than willing to pay for the price. You would do the same for me.' I give her a kiss and leave the room, asking Rebekah to keep an eye on her and to call me when her symptoms get worse. I want to be there when she has to let go.

So here I go, roaming around New Orleans to find myself a witch that knows how to cure the bite of a hybrid. Unfortunately, after seeing more than one, I feel myself growing hopeless. There is no cure and I'm starting to believe it. Only Klaus could give it but there is no way that he suddenly grew a heart. I should be with {y/n} in her final hours and I should put my focus on a way to bring her back. And I should put my focus on revenge. Because if she truly dies, Niklaus won't be safe from me. I will seek out his enemies, propose deals to them and work with them to bring my brother down. How satisfying would it be to watch him beg for his life. The most powerful creature to ever walk the earth at my mercy. 

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Your p.o.v.

'I brought you something to drink.' Rebekah speaks and places a glass with some red liquid in it on your nightstand. 'I thought you could use it.' You take the glass and take a sip. Human blood. 

'What's the point?' You ask her softly. 'I'm dying. Unless it's Klaus', it won't do me any good.' You really start give up now. To just accept your fate and pass on to the Other Side. It's real, you've seen it and the thought of it doesn't seem so bad anymore. Besides the fact that it is lonely and cold. 

'Let go, {y/n}' A whisper goes through the room and you can see a shadow like form in the corner of the room. It scares you and you point at the creature, asking Rebekah to see if it's real. An effect that you get when you're bitten by a werewolf or hybrid are hallucinations. And you want to check if it's starting already. Because if it is then you're soon a squirming mess that is not sane anymore. 

'There is nothing here.' Crap. But now that you realize it, it is starting to hit you from almost every corner. Shadows and voices, whispering to you that it's almost time. It's driving you insane and you want to take action against them to make them go away. 

So when one of them appears at your bedside, grinning wickedly, you speed up and grab the thing by the throat. 'Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!' You yell at it but soon your foggy sight vanishes and your hearing gets back to normal. It's not a shadow like form you were choking but Rebekah. Her screaming and struggling is shaking you back to reality.

'I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm beginning to see and hear things that I shouldn't hear and see.' Realization hits you again and you quickly get back in bed. It's going fast now. 'Call Kol. I need him here.' You bring out and Rebekah nods, leaving the room to call her brother.

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Kol's p.o.v.

Rebekah calls me in desperation. 'You need to come home. She's having hallucinations. It's getting worse so come home and be here for her. I give it thirty minutes tops.' This is bad news. Very, very bad news. 

The witch I am seeing at the moment just sympathetically smiles at me and shakes her head at me. No cure here, either. So I have to give up and go home. There is nothing I can do now to save her.

'Darling?' I enter our bedroom and look at her. She's all sweaty and her body is shaking. It looks like she's asleep but I could be wrong. I already find it amazing how long she's alive now since she got the bite. Klaus gave it two hours but she's already fighting for three. 

'My darling. I'm sorry you have to go through this.' I whisper while getting my hand softly through her hair. 'I wish it was me who was in your place so you could live on.' And I mean that. I've been alive for over a thousand years. She has been alive for two-hundred years. That is long too but I have lived much longer and therefore does she deserve to continue living. But that is not possible now. 

I crawl onto the bed and take my place behind her so I have her close against my chest. I stroke her hair and lay my other hand on her waist. She's so perfect, why do I have to lose her? And by the hands of my very own brother!