Kol Mikaelson-The Wild Original

While drinking the blood, Finn starts to stir. There he is—the man, the myth, the idiot. I've always hated him and never understood how anyone could tolerate him. He clings to the Viking ways, aligning himself more with them than with any of us. Yet he so casually calls us monsters, as if such a thing truly exists. All humans have the capacity to be monsters—a fact I learned during my mortal years, long before being cursed by our mother.

Even in my other life, without memories of this one, I understood that humans are inherently greedy and lustful. The capacity to do good starts first with oneself, then extends to family, and finally society. It's only when someone becomes a parent that they shed some of that inherent greed and put their offspring first. In that capacity, I sorely miss my parents from that world—and my older sister, who was like a second mother to me. When there are no expectations for loving someone, that is love. Expectations only come after, with everything else. But not with love.

"So, Bekah, why don't you tell me about the world while I was stabbed—again—and the world revolved without me? I'm sure Nik must've had some enlightening chats with you."

"Ah, Kol," she says, her anger barely veiled.

There it is. Many think Rebekah is the one you can cross and get away with it. But no one who knows the Originals thinks that—not really. The only ones who can stop her have always been her brothers.

"Why don't you stake yourself so your little sister can be a little happy? I only just woke up from being daggered."

There's the vindictive creature—my sister. No one can dare say she isn't Mikael's daughter.

"As my lady commands," I reply with a mock bow.

As I search for a stake, Bekah flashes over and hugs me tightly.

"I missed you, Kol," she whispers.

"Is that so? I don't believe it," I tease.

But as she tightens her hold on me, I sigh. "I missed you too, Bekah."

She looks at me oddly. Of course, she doesn't understand. How could they? They get daggered for decades, while I endure centuries. My eyes blaze with unspoken anger, but I can't stay mad at her for long.

"So, little Valkyrie," I say, softening my tone, "why don't you regale me with tales of what you've been up to while we find me some proper clothes and blood? Let our elder brothers handle their business."

"Fine," she pouts.

Adorable creature. That used to work… two or three centuries ago.

"Hmph. Let's go, then," she says.

As we walk through the forest, Rebekah hesitates.

"Why don't you start after I got daggered, dear?"

"Kol, about that…"

"Sigh. Who would you use as your shield if not me? I've taught you so since we were children. It's not your fault, Bekah, but you do know there will be many pranks and broken lovers for a century or two. So why don't you start telling me how life was after Kol Mikaelson was conveniently out of the way?"

She hesitates, tears glistening in her eyes. She knows she can wield me like a weapon, yet she also knows my sharp tongue and far-reaching vengeance. But she will bear it because she knows I'll never obstruct her will—only make her face its consequences.

She recounts her time in the 1920s in Chicago, mourning Marcellus after Mikael's return. A flicker of vindication stirs within me, knowing that little brat is still alive and fancies himself a king. Oh, how delightful Nik's face will be when he discovers his "son" lives. The same Niklaus who oh-so-contemptuously claimed I wasn't suitable around children. Yet we all know where the ghosts haunt and the bodies lay.

As she tells me of Mikael finding them and her being daggered, I interrupt.

"Bekah, don't you think you should stop falling in love with these fools? I don't begrudge love, as you know, but I also know how impossible it is for love to flourish. Love is a cheap but deep word, sister. It seems Elijah has finally become useful for something—I can do poetry."

Bekah gives me a dry look.

"So, what happened after you woke up?" I ask.

She tells me everything, and as I change clothes, I start listening for any prey worth hunting.

"So, in summary," I say dryly, "Nik broke his curse but didn't think our mother would leave a failsafe. He started making hybrids, they started dying, he woke you up, dragged you around, and finally figured out the use of doppelgänger blood—as if that wasn't the most obvious solution. Then he built an army, left you here, and Mikael resurfaces. You, in your infinite brilliance, get backstabbed by the doppelgänger, daggered again, and our brother killed Mikael. Meanwhile, these toddler vampires somehow get their hands on our coffins, and Nik is now bargaining, not knowing what to do."

My contempt grows with every word. "What the hell was Niklaus thinking, leaving you here when Mikael was coming?"

"Well, let's go meet him, then," I say, flashing behind her.

"So, you fell in love again, might I add? Just after Marcel? Then Nik treats him like another version of me, and it all falls apart. Bekah, should I blame myself for not raising you properly? How many times, and how quickly, can a girl fall in love?"

"This is an eternal question. Now, come, my dear Valkyrie. We mustn't keep our idiotic brother waiting."

"So, Brother about New Orleans…"

"Bekah, since we were children, I've shielded you, scolded you, and loved you as if you were my own. And I will until the end. That means I am honor-bound to protect you—from your tantrums, betrayals, and everything that comes with them. The only reason I don't go out of my way to kill every one of your lovers is because you're strong enough to do it yourself. The only ones I kill are those who seek to sate their lusts on you in a vile manner. After their deaths, at least the brave ones come forward. But you're charmed so easily by humans that it sometimes takes me aback. Anyway, let's go."

"And which Valkyrie am I?"

"Why, sister, that's a known answer—the fattest and ugliest, of course."

I flash away, leaving her with a cheeky grin.

I made it a point to keep my sister entertained, delighting in her smiles.

A message buzzed through Rebekah's phone. "Elijah says it's time for a family reunion," 

After our games, we return for the family reunion.

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