Chapter Twenty Two

She whizzed up the stairs coming to a stop outside her closed door. It was locked. It shouldn't have been. Panic stirred within her. She shook the door violently. "Kol are you in there?" She called, banging the door with her hands. There was no answer. She rapped at the door relentlessly refusing to give up. She knew he was in there. His raspy breathing gave him away. His footsteps fell back. She kicked the door down with one swift move. He was cowering in the corner, holding his hands out, blocking her. "Don't come in! DON'T!"

Narrowing her eyes and with a frown, she took a small step closer. "Why?" Her voice shaky. She took another step into the room.

"NO please...it failed. The spell failed! I'm still cursed...please I beg you leave! LEAVE! Why did you come in! Why do you refuse to listen!" He roared. "All I can smell is your BLOOD! All I can hear is your heart beating so loud in my head!"

Shaking her head, she moved closer to him with arms stretched out. "Kol fight it!" She stood in front of him, holding his face in her hands. "You can do this! You can control it. Just look in my eyes and know I love you and hold onto that. I need you to hold onto that." He shook his head, tears rolling down his face.

"Leave!" He threw her off, sending her crashing against the wardrobe. Groaning, rubbing her neck, she staggered up to her feet. The original reared his ugly face. He snarled, baring his fangs at her. He was unrecognisable. She was unrecognisable. All he saw was the throbbing vein on her neck. All he heard was how hard her heart pounded against her chest. He was a vicious, uncontrollable monster, with just one goal that had taken him whole. The hunger it was raging. Ravaged him. Her words fell on deaf ears. He stalked closer. But she rejected the thought of giving up, throwing her arms around him, she cried, and pleaded. But he wasn't in control. He couldn't truly see her. The sounds of cheering emerged. They were whistling and cheering outside. He threw his head back, snarling. She stopped thrashing around in his merciless grip and screwed her eyes shut as his fangs seared through her. He masticated her neck like a beast who had been deprived of his right to feed. He tore into her further. The countdown began as those downstairs continued to cheer.

10....9...8.... He pressed his face deeper in her neck. ....7....6 they cheered more....5. With what strength she had left she held onto him, the tears rolling down....4....3....2.... The thumping of her heart captivated him. He was ravenous. Pulling his face from her neck, blood dribbling down his chin, Kol bore into her with glossy eyes. Her heart thrashed against her. Captivated, he rammed his hand through, his fingers latching onto the battering organ. Unaware of what he was doing he yanked his arm back, holding the organ that gave one final beat before it gave way. ....1. Clapping and cheering as the outdoors exploded. The new year had begun. Colours in the sky danced reflecting themselves onto the window. The curse freed him. Trembling, he looked down at the hand that held the heart, eyes growing wide to the stomach-churning realisation of what he had done. His insides gnawed and twisted.

"No NO... Sophia I-i. I didn't mean..." He dropped to the floor where she lay. He trembled, eyes welling with tears. "No Sophia!" He cried out, eyes ferociously raking over her face, searching for any sign of life. "Wake up! wake up.... wake...up!" He chocked through the pain and tears-voice breaking. The lump grew larger in his throat. Quickly and desperately, he pulled her to his chest, clutching the back of her head-supplicating. "Wake up. wake up..." The tears mixed with blood as they slipped down, falling onto her already dampened head. His voice grew louder yet shaky. "Wake up!" He shook her pleading for her to come back to him. There was no response. The fallen man gasped for breaths that burned him. He killed the woman he loved without knowing. Cradling her in his arms, endless tears slipped down.

                                                       01/01/2027

Through the clamour of the crowd and the ruckus of fireworks, the harrowing cry rattled him the moment he stepped foot in. The heart wrenching cry came again. His eyes darted up the darkened stairs. The air suddenly dense and eerie. Sparing no more time, he sprinted up them, following the cries. The closer he got, a chill coiled itself around him. Heart shuddered. Slowly, he pushed the door open with his foot. It creaked open revealing his brother with his back against the wall, cradling her body in his arms. Tears slipped down his face as he stared endlessly ahead. "KOL." He called out snapping his brother out his turmoil. "Kol! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He bellowed.

"Nik..." The distraught brother began, unable to look him in the eye.

Klaus shook violently. "WHAT DID YOU DO? ANSWER ME YOU FOOL!" He charged with aggressive footsteps, grabbed his brother by the collar and yanked him up.

"I swear to you Nik...I-i didn't mean to." He stammered. "It was the curse...I swear to you Nik-" He was thrust back before the sentence finished. Weak, he couldn't fight his brother off. With no option but to let his head be repeatedly smashed against the wall. "I never meant to hurt her you have to believe me! I WAS OUT MY MIND! I LOVED HER." He fought back. "I love her."

His brother released him, stumbling back. "I OUGHT TO KILL YOU for what you did!" He burned with rage and pain. "You killed the woman we love... Woman I love!" Dropping to his knees, a gasp tore through him as his eyes took sight of her lifeless face, her torn chest. Gently he pulled her to his chest, holding her ever so tightly, letting out an anguished cry of his own. His body began to shut down. Defeated, Kol dropped on his knees behind his brother. He was lost. Broken. Looking up, his eyes grew wide, alarmed to Klaus rising to his feet with her in his arms. He turned away heading for the door.

"NIK! No please don't take her." He called out, running after him. He ran in front of him, blocking the path. "Brother please...let me hold her. I beg of you, have some mercy!" His stained face enraged Klaus. A reminder of what his brother had done. He glared at him with poison in his eyes.

Damon

The room fell silent at the sight of Kol drenched in blood and a tear-stained face. We bolted to our feet. My eyes flicked to where he stood, looking over him. He moved slowly into the room revealing Klaus carrying her body.

"No." I heaved. "No!" I rushed to him, fighting my way through Elijah and Marcel. Moving past us, to the sofa, he lowered her down.

"What happened!" I barked pushing them to the side only to stagger back at the sight of my sister. One look and I tore my eyes away. Stefan stepped past me and sunk to his knees.

"No...no, no, NO NO no!" He muttered over and over again, scrambling to his feet reaching for her. I knelt down beside him, taking her cold hand in mine. I wasn't going to cry because she wasn't gone. She was alive. I knew she was. She had to be. I could see the tears at the corner of her eye-it was proof she was alive.

"Stef...no look, don't worry she's alive. Look" I pointed to her face. "She's not gone, no." I shook my head. He stared at me with this pained look on his face. "No... Stefan, she is fine-"

"Damon?" Klaus called out softly.

"I said she is fine! We have nothing to worry about." I snarled. Stefan let out a deep, shaky breath. Grabbing my arm, swivelling me around, he shook me.

"LOOK AT HER DAMON! Really look at her." Rattled.

I refused, shaking my head. No, she wasn't dead. I wouldn't look. Juddering me, forcing me to face her, i let out a pained gasp after taking in the heart wrenching sight. Her chest torn; her throat torn. She was gone. Impassioned, I spun around, eyeing the Mikaelson responsible. I glared at him murderously. "You!" I charged at him holding him by the throat, thrashing him around. "You did this! You killed her!" He looked at me hopeless and helpless. Just the sight of him sent me in a frenzy. Grabbing him by the collar, I punched him repeatedly. He refused to fightback, backing away, barely able to breathe.

"Klaus what happened?" Came Freya's shaky voice. "How?"

He snapped at his sister. "The spell you did failed! YOU FAILED!" His roaring outburst caused them to shrink back.

"No, that's not possible. Both Freya and I did a reading, there was no trace left!" Bonnie disfavoured.

"WELL YOU FAILED! IT WAS NOT REALLY GONE WAS IT!" He jabbed his finger at them, prowling closer, ready to strike. Rebekah threw her arms around him, disengaging him.

"She's gone..." He muttered.

"NO, SHE IS NOT!" I rampaged.

Bonnie slowly walked towards me, arms reaching out. I crashed into her, sobbing, and shaking and muttering she's not gone, over and over again. "Damon...she's gone." She said gently. I remembered him again. His stained face flashed before my eyes. Seething and with a thirst for his death. Staggering up to my feet, simultaneously helping my wife to hers; I blazed at him. Pushing the pain and tears back, i focused on my rage. Turning away I sped out the room.

Stefan

I glanced at Caroline overwhelmed with fear and concern. Damon left the room without a word. Yet I knew that look all too well. He was out for revenge, and I knew this wouldn't end well. My eyes fell on Kol. He looked at me pleadingly, trying to reach for her. I turned my head away from him. He was responsible, curse or not. He was the reason I lost my sister. His words disregarded. I drowned out his voice. All the faces in the room contorted with pain and horror. Even Elijah was grief stricken. Freya paced up and down questioning herself and punishing herself for failing to notice. We thought the curse was revoked but we were wrong. I boiled with fury. We were warned by the witches. They warned us about her downfall, several times. They were our downfall. Yet we ignored it all and trusted them. I looked back at Kol with contempt. In a blur Damon fled back in, flinging Kol and pinning him against the wall. He raised his right arm in the air, exposing the white oak stake. His hand sizzled and boiled at the touch yet he pushed through it, bringing it to the original's chest. "Kill me I can't live, not without her."

Klaus cracked his neck and charged at Damon, plucking him off, sending him scattering across the coffee table. Glass smashed beneath him. Klaus turned back to him with the white Oak in his hand, burning through him. "Now, what my brother did is unforgivable, but we won't kill him..." He reverted back to Kol. "you said you could not live with yourself if you hurt Sophia...so now you will and every day you will face up to what you did. That is what you deserve. Death will be too easy...there will be no mercy for you, brother."

I aided my brother to his feet, but he shrugged me off, spitting out words full of hate and venom.

"Now leave and never come back!" Klaus bellowed. With tears dripping down his cheeks, Kol glanced back at her, clutching at his chest. Agonised. He fled.

Elijah cleared his throat. "No matter what my brother did, we must not blame him. He was under the influences of the witches...they did this, and my brother was just a mere pawn. We must understand that and together we will fix this-"

"Fix this? FIX THIS!" Damon scoffed incredulous. "This is all-Your family is responsible! They warned us time and time again to leave with her-to leave you all! The longer she stayed with any of you she was doomed! IT IS YOUR FAULT!"

"Damon!" Rebekah sniffled. "You can't seriously-"

"Why? My brother is right!" I added, spewing my own venom. "Had you left maybe she would be alive and with us right now! You didn't kill her intentionally, but they used your love and her love for you against her!"

Shaking her head, weeping, her hands clasped her mouth, falling into Marcel's arms, burying her face in him. Wiping away her tears Caroline approached me. "Stefan, we can't blame them. I know it's a hard time for all of us but...blaming each other is not going to help it. We need to put Sophia first." I knew she was correct. She had a valid point. Fighting wasn't going to improve the situation, nor was it going to make any of us feel better. Freya retuned panting, holding ancient books in her hands. Wiping her face with one hand, she set them down before us.

"We can bring her back!"

"How?" I inquired sitting up straight, alert.

"By doing a ritualistic resurrection spell. We don't have six witches but if Bonnie and I combine our magic again and channel four originals, then we will be stronger, and can bring her back. It's the safest way for all of us!" She faced Bonnie. "Will you do this?" Without flinching or any hesitation, Bonnie leapt to her feet, ready.

Damon raised, the anger from his face dissipating. "You'd do that for us?" He asked Freya softly. I could hear and feel the gratitude in his voice. He trembled but I watched as his face brightened with this newfound hope. The relief washed over him. It washed over me. Breathing was becoming easy. "What do you need?" He asked eagerly.

"We just need her body.... we need to clear this whole space and place her in the middle and I will link myself with Bonnie, while we channel Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah and...and Marcel. The sooner we start the better." She was besides herself, trying to push back her tears but they slipped down. She was no longer in control of her emotions. Did she care that much?

The Originals moved closer while Damon and I cleared the space. We pushed everything back to one side, leaving the floor space wide. Klaus scooped Sophia up in his arms and lowered her down in the centre. The Mikaelsons gathered around her forming a circle. I inspected as they sliced their palms and linked hands with Bonnie and Freya. I stood by stiff, anxiously with my brother and wife on either side.

Sophia

It was dull where I was, colour drained from the room. I begged and pleaded for them to let Kol go. It wasn't his doing. He was not responsible. My heart shattered as I watched the man I love fall apart. When he was forced out, I chased after him, crying out. Begging for just one word, one utterance to reach him but nothing. He raced into the night sky dropping onto his knees, howling. I bound to his side, falling in front of him, desperately holding onto his face but I couldn't feel him, and I wondered if he felt me. His eyes grew bloodshot, a hiss escaping his lips. I staggered back, startled at the veins that appeared under his eyes. The meek voice captured my attention.

"Hello...Mr are you okay?" The petite woman asked, slowly inching closer. Fangs protruded from his gums, and he snarled into the air. The woman jolted in place. I expected her to run but she remained rooted to the ground, petrified. Despite my pleas he whipped around and grabbed her by the throat, ripping into her. "STOP IT KOL!" I wailed. He no longer cared about anything. He didn't care what his victim tasted like. He was broken and lashing out. Numb, so he turned to the only thing he had known for so long. The thrill of the kill, surrendering back to that monster that anchored him. I turned away, unable to look any longer. I couldn't bare the sight. Sobbing into my hands I ran, feet slapping the ground.

Returning home, I sat on the arm of the sofa overlooking them. They began the spell to bring me back. I screamed at them to stop. I couldn't come back, and I didn't want them to risk their lives. I no longer wanted to come back. I wasn't worth saving. The witches wanted me dead for a reason and it was better that I obliged. Many lost their lives for me and to me. Their chanting grew louder. I wondered whether they could feel my presence in the room. I wondered whether my brothers felt me place my hands over theirs. Had Kol felt my touch?

A sudden, menacing wind swirled around me. Talons hooked into my shoulders, dragging me back. The talons sunk further in me-a searing pain erupted through me. Desperately my fingers clutched onto the doorframe, but the brute force tore me away. My eardrums burst at the excruciating ringing sound. It was too powerful; I couldn't hold on any longer. My eyelids began to falter, and my grip loosened, yielding to the force.

A torrid pain ripped through my body as my eyes slowly reopened. The air stung. Sitting up from being laid on my side, I felt around. The ground beneath me was hard and coarse. The world spun as I shot to my feet. Blinking through the haze I steadied myself, breathing shallow. I scoured my surroundings. Grey and spectral, bleak, and silent. I was in a cemetery. It was a jumble of stones that sat at jaunty angles to another, no two the same shape or size. All seeming over a century old. Rows of tombstones stood vertical, in silence to the left, right, and to the front and back, like the sea of the dead. All crumbled through the weathering of centuries. I took a few steps forward, but something pushed me back. I attempted again. Same result. Lowering my gaze, following the salt and bones that circled me. It was a barrier spell. Crouching low, I felt the ground for magic, magic I could siphon away and free myself from. But nothing. I pressed my palms against the invisible force and closing my eyes I struggled to focus. It wasn't working.

"It won't work." Came the grating voice. I glanced up, meeting her stony glare.

"Lamees?"

"Your so-called powers will not work here. You are under our control." She grinned with malice.

"Our?" I cast my eyes around anxious.

She scoffed out a low laughter. "Every witch you killed and has died because of you, is here and each and every one is itching to punish you for your deeds. You are a plague, and you were stopped but your suffering doesn't end here. We are here to deliver it!" She glanced over her shoulder. Endless rows of witches appeared behind her. On her right side stood Genevieve and to her left was her sister. Jameela. She stepped forward. Her face glazed. Her voice shrill, not how I had recalled it. Staring at her, I knew I still loved her.

"I never cared whether you were descended from Qetsiyah, but you failed to do the one mission I had hoped you would succeed in". She clicked her tongue. "Foolish little girl, but regardless, you will pay for your-"

"Your sister killed you! How could you stand by her after what she did!" I growled at her. "When did you turn so cold?"

She tutted, swaying her finger in the air. "Stefan killed your family and yet you still stood by him?"

"Why are you doing this? I'm sorry for all the pain I caused...I never asked to be the bloodline of Qetsiyah. I never asked for any of this!"

"You had a choice; die or complete the transition. Unfortunately for you, you chose the latter."

"Jameela, we are not here for chit chat." Lamees reminded sternly. They fell back and without opening their mouths spoke to the witches. The air warped, making my skin crawl, the iciness of it slicing through my bones. Fear crippled me and I staggered back. Chanting filled the air, rising intonations constant. The spell was unknown, and it unnerved me. The three witches at front thrust out their hands, forcing me to crumple to the ground, the impact shaking my knees. It felt as though my insides were being shredded over and over again. My very soul felt under attack. I withered and squirmed on the ground, wailing. The chants drowned my cries. The pain kept coming and coming, increasing at every blow. I was being torn apart piece by piece from within. It was unendurable. I whimpered and jerked and threshed, like a creature caught in a net.

"Please...please make It stop!" I felt the cold blood drip down my nose and race out my eyes, down my cheeks. It kept pouring. I gasped for air for the split second it had all ceased. Familiar voices called out to me. Blinking through the blood, my vision failed me. The voices grew closer. Freya and Bonnie. They could see me. Their horrified gasps echoed in my ears. A scream freed itself from my chest as the agony of being ripped bit by bit returned. Through the pain I manged to lift up head and gained a glimpse of Freya and Bonnie's tormented faces before they were pushed back out of the grey realm.

"A spell to bring you back." Genevieve clucked. She strutted closer, breaking the salt circle. "I won't let them succeed and if they happen to pull your soul back then...." She yanked my head forward and her fingers latched to my temples, burning through me. All the fighting for survival exhausted me. I lost the will to fight. I was a wounded lamb that could only whimper. She let my body drop back and turned her back on me. My head flopped to the ground, fingers digging into the earth, heaving for just a little bit of air. The chanting resumed.

"Enough!" Boomed a mystical voice. The witches reeled and their chanting faltered. The air swirled around me. Slowly, the blood cleared from my eyes, giving way for sight. The figure of a tall woman could be made out through the light that wrapped around her. She stepped through it, her face barely visible yet her long, dark curly hair rested elegantly down to her waist. My eyes began to flutter. Beside her stood someone familiar. A sharp gasp escaped me. Valarie. The witches formed a barrier between her and I, but one by one they were tossed aside like rag dolls. Others fled before she reached them, disappearing out of sight. Screams split the dark land as they spasmed-bleeding out. The woman with beauty indescribable peered down at me, smiling warmly and stroking my face. Gazing up through my bloody vision, I could see she reflected me in subtle ways.

"Hello Sophia." She murmured helping me to my feet, her arms gently wrapped around me.

"Who are you?" I questioned, wincing lightly. It returned, the soul tearing pain. My knees buckled but she caught me, keeping me on my feet.

"Qetsiyah. We need to get you out of here...whatever have they done to you?" She murmured to herself, wincing as she touched my arm, feeling a fraction of my pain. Tears slipped down my cheeks, realising I was her blood. She was my blood. I smiled weakly through the anguish. My natural curly brown and medium toned skin now made sense. It originated from her. The only difference were our eyes. She had big, brown eyes. Taking my hand, she led me into the warm and inviting light. At the end of the light, we reached what I believed could be the closest thing to paradise. A garden that was boundless and enchanting. I crashed to the ground, shrieking to the pain that hit me again. Only this time it was unlike all the other jolts. I was on the precipice of death all over again.

"What did they do to me?" I choked out.

Qetsiyah knelt down before me, holding onto my shoulders. "Inflicting you with a fate far worse than death...shredding your soul, but it looks like they were failing. They couldn't get through to your soul, the way they had hoped. Being a vampire hasn't helped the process." She dabbed at my face with a damp cloth, wiping away the blood stains. "The spell is still active which means the witches managed to escape."

"What happens if my soul is shredded?"

She hesitated, her hand hovering over my cheek. "It will split to shreds and be lost, making it impossible for it to be put back together." She set down the cloth and took my hands in hers. She was reading me, searching for the spell, and locating where it came from. Her hands shot back, and she expressed a sharp gasp.

"What is it?" I inquired, examining her face.

"They knew your friends will do anything to bring you back, so they cursed you twice. Shred your soul and if you are pulled back before it is complete, then you are cursed to die a slow and painful death."

"I'm dy-dying...all over a-again. Please make it stop, I can't take it anymore...please..."

She set me against the door of a tomb. "There's only one way to defeat the soul shredding from happening...the cure."

I leaned forward in a coughing frenzy, blood spattering onto my quivering palm. "W-what does it do?" I stammered.

"Immortality cure I created...it's an updated version. If you drink it, the pain will end but you'll lose your immortality."

"Give it to her!" It was that sweet voice that I could never forget. Despite the pain that erupted through me, I lifted my head and met her gaze.

"Valarie!" I chocked, tears overwhelming me. She dashed to my side and held onto me tight. After some time, she pivoted back to Qetsiyah.

"I managed to destroy most of the witches, but the others escaped. I'm afraid...some may have slipped back through. Give Sophia the cure!"

She nodded and disappeared for some time. It left me and Valarie with some time to reconnect and rehash years of memories. Qetsiyah returned with a small, antique looking glass vial. It contained what appeared to be crimson liquid. She cracked open the top and brought it close to my lips. It was blood. She tipped the thick liquid into my mouth. It was warm, honey like and soothing as it trickled down my throat. It had the effects of an overdose as my sight gave up and I lulled into a deep sleep.

~

Tapping her forehead lightly, perambulating up and down the length of the living room; waiting for her aunt to arrive. There was little time left and she had to act fast. The doorbell rang and she hurried out to greet her aunt. Walking her back in, they entered the living room. Her aunt inspecting the candle scattered room, narrowing her eyes dubiously. "I see you've got everything." Tina frowned. She had everything she needed but the end result, what price she had to pay; that nipped at her conscience.

"Are you sure you want to bring Jameela back? You're playing with the dark and expression...it never ends well. I hope you're well aware of that."

With hollowed cheeks, she stared down at her toes. "I'm aware."

Nodding, the aunt held out her hands. Inhaling quickly and exhaling out she grasped her aunt's hands and sealed her eyes shut. She invoked the spirits, willed the flames on the candles to roar to life. Immense surge of power swirled around them, her grip on her aunt strengthening as she channelled for further power. Black veins sprouted from the tips of her fingers, worming their way to her face-expression taking its hold. "Phasmastos revenios un Animum." She chanted harshly. The roaring flames increased and were now ferocious. The air howled and screeched. "Phasmastos revenios un Animum." She continued.

Feeling a death like tightness around her, the aunt attempted to pry her hands free. She struggled and wailed. The grip would not release her. Her niece would not drop her hands. Instead, she gripped on harder, biting her nails into her skin. "Let me go! Let me go Dhanika!" Her eyes bulged, veins pulsing in her temples and face turning wan by the seconds. The flames dropped and blew out. The air fell silent. She dropped to the floor. Reopening her eyes, she stared down at her dead aunt.

"Mum?"

Turning, she stared at him blankly. "Noah."

He barged in, fists vibrating. "Why did you do that?!"

"A necessary sacrifice. It was either her or me. I chose me."

"You knew expression results in a life for a life!" He spat. "You claim you don't use magic and don't want to...but yet you still did it! Why?"

"I had to.... I had no choice." Her eyes landed on the open doorway, gazing in the direction of perceived hazard. Just as she discerned, her mother, very much alive strut in. She hadn't changed a day. Her smile...her smile was not as warm and illuminating as she remembered. The evil intent was excessively conspicuous.

"Aren't you going to greet me?" She flashed a crooked grin. Opening up her arms, the woman enveloped her reluctant daughter. Pulling away after a second, she brushed away a strand of hair from Dhanika's face. "Look at your hair, an awful mess...Anyways, I need a new body and you're going to help me."

"Why-why...do you need a new body?" She began in a stammer.

"I can't have anyone knowing who I really am. Less chitchat and more action, please." She grinned, patting her daughter's cheek in a patronising manner. Biting down her tongue, she backed away and grabbed Noah's arm. Jameela rolled her eyes. Glancing into the wall mirror, her face scrunched, taking in her outdated reflection. "How dreadful. I'm in need of change."

Stefan

A month passed and we hadn't succeeded in pulling her out of whatever supernatural purgatory she was held up in. Freya and Bonnie retuned rattled after what they witnessed that day. My heart scattered as they spoke. Time slowed down. Her soul was being shunned by all the dead witches; her soul being torn to shreds. A fate far worse than death they expressed. They thought she was lost. My brother and I refused to accept it. Klaus grew hostile. Her soul wasn't lost, and she was still there. They spent restless days and sleepless nights working on bringing her back. We brought many of our friends back from the dead several times, this would not be any different. It was ritual after ritual. Spell after spell. No one was giving up. Unable to endure watching them struggle and be in pain, Caroline ran out. Freya's sharp gasp startled me. I shot up to my feet.

"What is it?" An impatient Klaus asked.

"We can't find her!" She exclaimed panting. "It could take months-"

"MONTHS!" Damon rasped. "I have never spent a day without my sister until now! A month has gone by and NOTHING! I am going out of my mind...do something! Or so help me god I will kill people if we do not get her back!" Frustrated at himself, he smashed the glass on the wall.

"We can feel her Damon." Bonnie expressed, her voice soft and soothing. "We can feel her!" Relief washed over me. But that was the cycle; relief would come and go. I watched as my brother sunk back into the chair, losing his stiff posture, and letting out a huge breath. The room felt lighter as calmness flooded back in each body.

"Kol." Rebekah muttered to herself. She thought of him in this moment. She knew this would change everything. He vanished leaving behind nothing but a trail of bodies. He was off the rails. Without her, he lost himself and gave into the bloodlust. Weeks prior Elijah and Rebekah set out to locate him but returned defeated. Wherever he was, he didn't want to be found.