The Catastrophic Expedition [1] (To Be Edited)

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 ☑️

"That bloody wanker." Kol cursed his older half brother as he strolled through the long hallway of his mind or his prison he often called it. The blank white walls annoyed the hell out of him but he could not change them no matter how much he wanted to punch a hole into them. These walls were oddly very durable and he seemingly only had the strength of a human which added to his annoyance. "I would like to see him in this hell hole and see how he likes it." He muttered with a dark glint in his eyes.

His older brother, Niklaus, did not understand the traumatic experience that came from being daggered or the pain from the dagger piercing through his heart was something his brother could not comprehend. Even with all the anger, Kol held towards Klaus, he did not wish for him to have such a cruel fate.

But for sure, It irritated the younger original that Klaus held the power to dispose of him and his siblings when he objectified them to disappoint him in some way or for their own "protection".

The wild Mikaelson cursed those stupid idiotic daggers a million times in his head. He knew he wasn't the only one that thought those silver daggers gave too much leverage for Niklaus to use against them but it seemed he was the only one that had the balls to speak out his opinions. Oh, how he would have loved to hunt down that witch who aided his idiotic brother and drain her of every single blood in her blood. Unfortunately, he was long since daggered before he could do so.

In his own sick twisted way, Klaus saw daggering as a way to protect his siblings yet Kol did not believe that pathetic excuse for one second.

Kol shook his head dismissively, not wanting to get frustrated when he did not have a way of expressing it effectively. Instead, he chose to focus on the multiple doors he passed in the seemingly endless hallway. He was aware that each door allowed him access to relive a memory of his past. There were multiple doors due to his far extended lifetime.

Yet he noticed there were some doors that he could not quite open or doors when he did manage to open them was blurred to the extent where he was not able to distinguish what was going on.

Kol paused in front of the doors that held a memory he was not sure he remembered clearly. He opened the door with a bit of resistance as there was a radiant pain echoing in his head. It as was if he was not meant to see what was behind but his boredom drove him to find out why.

Instead of a somewhat familiar memory, there was a bleak almost black and white scenery field of grass.

"What in the bloody hell is this?" Kol spoke in surprise as he has never seen this in his mind before. He walked into the mysterious scene with caution, leaving the door wide open just in case. The sky was a dreadful hollow gray color and the grass was almost a black color that blended in together. It was as if all the color was sucked out and was replaced with the dull ones.

The mischievous original stood in his ragged clothing he was daggered in an witnessed as two figures seemingly from out of nowhere and stood in front of the vampire. They were both dressed similarly to the Mikaelson yet one had brunette hair while the other had pitch-black hair. Their faces were both blurred out which was odd considering Kol could see their bodies clearly.

"Who are you?" Kol inquired, directing his question at both of the men.

For a moment, there was silence before the one with brown hair spoke to him. "We can not tell you but you do know us from the past." He spoke. The original could feel this odd familiarity as he looked at them in suspicion. Kol's head ached with the same pain from before as his furrowed frowned in thought.

"You will find out soon enough." This time the male with black hair said. The two forms disintegrated into dust as they blow away from a frowning Kol Mikaelson who wondered what he meant.

The youngest male Mikaelson did not realize he would soon find out.

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