Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

39|I know What You Did Last Summer

|nora's pov|

A Few Months Later (Present)-

"To think that you could've been apart of the family earlier." I said, shaking my head at the thought of Kol being in our lives when me and Eryn first came to New Orleans. Everything would've played out so differently. 

"I've been in and out of this family for centuries, darling. A few years won't make a dent." He replied, shrugging it off. I guess that's the life of being a vampire, especially an Original. It never ends. The years end up feeling like months, and time looses it's value. I raised the corner of my lip at him.

To say that things have died down, would be an understatement.

The time that was supposed to be used to get my strength back, somehow turned into the summer of our lives. Day after day, we had fun, and got to know each other all over again. Without all of the chaos, it was peace. And the happiest some of us have been in a while.

I got closer to Kol, as he parted from Davina.
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April, 24th-

I furrowed my eyes at the grimoire, as they narrowed on the pages. This magic was complicated, far too complicated for a vampire to understand, let alone teach me.

"How are you so good at magic, you're a vampire?" I quickly turned my head towards him, causing my hair to flip behind me. Kol sat on the couch, watching me read the spell.

"We were born witches, before magic turned us into vampires, stripping it away. I was the only one out of my siblings who actually practiced, when we turned..." He raised his eyebrows quickly at me. "You could say I was devastated." I swallowed, trying to imagine Klaus as a witch, even if it was in a different lifetime, I couldn't. And then it clicked, he sided with his mother against us, because she gave him what he wanted.

To be a witch again.

"Me being a vampire, didn't stop my love for magic, no. I ran with witches for the entirety of my life. Africa in the fourteenth century, Haiti in the seventeenth century, and New Orleans in the nineteen ninety's " We held eye contact from across the room, before I shut the book, and sat down on the couch next to him.

"They accepted you..even though you were a vampire?" He pursed his lips, and sighed, I figured remembering those days.

"Things were a lot easier back then."
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With the help of Freya, and Kol with my magic, I was blossoming.
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May, 9th-

Draining your body of power, day after day can get exhausting. Which is why I sat on the floor, and looked up at Freya with lazy eyes.

Her short haircut had grown out just slightly, I think I like it better like this.

"What are you waiting for, come on, get up." I rolled my eyes, before my scent caught onto the blood that oozed out of her ears. I blinked, looking back down at the floor, when I felt a wetness on my upper lip. My hand quickly flew under my nose, and I wiped it when I saw blood on my fingertips.

"Freya, we have been at this all morning." I said, standing up with a groan.

Between magic battles, and faux merges, I felt like I had used up all of the magic in my body. "Besides I can only siphon from myself, you're like an infinite sourse of power." I tried to bargain myself out but I knew I couldn't, and I can't say no to her.

I'm the only one in this family, that's a witch, just like her. And we were bonding over our commons.

"Nice try, but if you wan to get better, you have to push yourself." She said taking a few steps backwards, and I knew what that meant. "Motis!"