CURSED - A Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

Loss

Kol was dead.

It seemed almost unbelievable. The originals, were a legend, believed invincible by many. Finn, whom Klaus had told me about just a few weeks earlier was already gone, and now Kol, too.

It was something too harrowing to even comprehend; If the Mikaelson's could be killed, then nobody is safe.

Just this morning, I had been sat in The Grill with Bonnie, sharing advice and support now that professor Shane had been arrested. And then, by the afternoon, I was rushing around with Rebekah, preparing for her decade dance, before which ultimately came to be cancelled.

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When evening finally came, and much to Stefan's insistence, we had gone to the school anyway. We were being stupid, laughing and kicking balloons around, revelling in the rare moment of peace.

We had been in the empty hallway, Stefan was showing us how to slide down the hallway, like the characters in a movie. Neither Rebekah or I had been around in the Eighties, so it was safe to say, we were both rather baffled by it all.

Everything changed however, when Rebekah managed to work out Stefan's intentions.

He was after the dagger.

"This is what you want, right?" Rebekah said coldly, shoving the blade into his hands as he stood there, guilt flashing across his features.
"Rebekah-" I tried to cut in, before she spoke again.
"No, let him take it" she replied, "he was right... I do care."

There was a pause then, as Stefan held the dagger in his hands, the three of stood in the darkened hallway together.
"I want stupid koala corsages and a prom. I want to have kids with someone who loves me enough to stand outside my window with a stupid boombox" Rebekah continued. It was rare to see such a heartfelt side to the blonde original. Even Stefan seemed to be taken aback slightly. "I want to be human. So let Klaus put down my brother." She glanced between the both of us then, nodding in determination."Let's go find the cure."

"Come on," Stefan replied eventually, the telltale crease in his brow giving away his confliction, until he nodded in agreement with Rebekah. "Let's go home."

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Now however, it was well into the night, and I had found myself at The Gilbert residence, shaking in shock at the scene before me.

I had been sent to Klaus, with the dagger, to use on Kol, as an attack from me would be far less expected. But, by the time I made it, I was too late.

There were screams, recognisable and angry, as I ran up the porch steps, the smell of smoke and blood hitting me hard as caught my breath in a panicked pause. It was then that two figures rushed through the open front door, colliding with me as they came out. I stumbled a moment, regaining my balance as I glanced from the doppelgänger to the dark haired boy beside her.

"Adriana?"

I ignored Elena's questioning plea as my gaze was drawn to the bloody white oak stake in the hands of the boy next to her. It hit me that this must be the hunter, Jeremy, and I felt my blood run cold at the prospect of what this could mean.

"No, no, no..."

I breathed, desperately calling out, before trying to shove past the siblings.

"Klaus?"

It was then that I felt a vice like grip on my arm, until I twisted, pulling myself away in a rush of panicked adrenaline and running into the house. I stepped into the hallway, only to find the mangled and charred corpse of Kol laying on the ground before me. I stepped back, in shock, before turning to the living room, to see none other than Bonnie and Klaus staring back at me with equal surprise.