Kol Mikaelson-The Wild Original

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Celebrating Maha Shivaratri so i will be busy

So here is the chapter of Wednesday I will be posting on Pat reon day after tomorrow after returning to my PC as I am using my phone to post this one

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Mystic Falls Cemetery

The night was still, thick with the weight of old magic. The wind barely stirred as Esther and Alaric walked through the forgotten paths of the cemetery, their steps crunching against dead leaves and brittle twigs. The air smelled of damp earth and decay—fitting, considering who they were about to arm with a murder weapon.

Alaric glanced around, wary. "Why are we here?"

Esther didn't break stride, her gaze fixed ahead as if she could still see the moment branded into the stone and soil. This is where my son killed me. The thought settled in her chest like a stone. "Long ago, my son ripped my heart from my chest on this very ground." She exhaled, something dark flickering in her gaze. "The violence of my death marked this place forever."

They entered the Salvatore tomb, a mausoleum of cold stone and bad history. The weight of past sins clung to the air like dust. Esther moved to the center, standing before a bowl, while Alaric took his place opposite her, arms crossed, impatience clear in his posture.

Esther turned to him, expectant. "I'll need your ring."

Alaric scoffed, fingers twitching toward it. "Yeah, see, I'm gonna need a better reason than 'just trust me' to hand over the one thing keeping me from dying every other day."

She didn't even blink. "I will give you all the protection you require." Her voice was smooth, but there was steel beneath it. "However, the stake will burn away in the body of its first victim. If you are to kill all of my children, I must bind the protective magic in your ring to the stake, thus rendering the white oak indestructible."

Alaric stared at her for a long moment. His mind raced, weighing the risk, the cost. Then, with a sigh that spoke of a man too tired to argue, he pulled the ring from his finger and tossed it into the bowl. What's one more gamble?

Esther murmured the incantation, her voice low and steady as the flames burst to life, licking up from the bowl like hungry spirits. The metal glowed red, melting down into something molten and angry. She took the white oak stake, stirring it through the liquid silver like a witch stirring a cauldron. The metal clung to the wood, fusing, reshaping—becoming something more.

She lifted the weapon, the newly forged stake gleaming like a promise of death.

Esther smiled, a mother's love twisted into something far colder. Niklaus, my sweet boy. Your time is nearly up.

"The ultimate weapon for the ultimate hunter."

Gilbert House

Elena adjusted the headband in her hair, tilting her head as she inspected her reflection in the mirror. The costume was elegant, fitting the theme of the night, but she barely had a second to take herself in before the doorbell rang.

She smoothed her dress and opened the door.

Stefan stood there, a picture of old-fashioned charm—sharp suit, subtle smile, eyes lingering on her just a beat longer than necessary.

"Wow," she said, taking him in with a small smile. "You look very dapper."

Stefan's lips twitched. "You look, um—" He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Very beautiful."

Something warm fluttered in her chest, an old echo of familiarity. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a single white rose, stepping forward to pin it gently onto her dress.

Elena glanced down, fingers brushing over the delicate petals. "Thank you."

Stefan met her gaze. "So, given our dangerous dance karma, you sure you're up for this?"

Elena let out a breath, half a laugh, half a sigh. "Getting out of bed is dangerous these days. But we have to live our lives."

Stefan arched a brow. "Who gave you that horrible advice?"

Elena smirked. "Some guy I used to date said it once or twice."

"Right."

The air between them shifted, the weight of old memories pressing in. Then Elena broke the moment with an easy smile, offering her hand.

"Shall we?"

Stefan took it, his fingers warm against hers. "Please."

Mystic Falls High – Gymnasium

The gym pulsed with music, students lost in the rhythm of the night. Bonnie and Jamie danced together, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of their lives. Across the room, Matt worked the drinks table, tossing ice into the coolers, focused on his task—until Caroline appeared beside him.

"Have I told you how amazingly awesome you are?" she asked, her voice warm, though there was something unreadable in her eyes.

Matt scoffed. "Yeah, I'm one of the good ones, I know." He gave her a knowing look. "Alright, what do you want?"

Caroline hesitated for half a second, then pressed forward. "I know you and Elena have been getting closer lately…"

Matt's expression shifted. "And your point is?"

Caroline exhaled. "One way or another, she's spoken for."

Matt's jaw tightened. "Elena is my friend. I'm just looking out for her."

"And I'm looking out for you." Her voice dropped, a rare moment of seriousness cutting through the usual banter. "Because sometimes the people who love her get caught in the crossfire."

Before Matt could respond, his gaze shifted past her. "What's he doing here?"

Caroline turned, already knowing who he meant before she even saw him.

Tyler.

The moment their eyes met, she was moving—pushing through the crowd and straight to him.

"Are you crazy?" she hissed, gripping his arm. "If Klaus sees you—"

Tyler smirked. "What's he gonna do? Draw you another picture?"

"Tyler, this isn't a joke!"

"I can pretend I'm sired if I have to. But I'm not gonna hide while he's macking all over you."

Caroline's eyes flashed. "Tyler, you do not need to be jealous of Klaus."

Tyler's smirk faltered. "I am jealous. But I'm also competitive." His hands landed on her waist. "So hang on, I'm about to sweep you off your feet."

And then he did—literally lifting her off the ground and spinning her, making her laugh despite herself.

Across the room, Elena and Stefan entered just as Tyler set Caroline down, their moment seamlessly folding into the swirling energy of the party.

Hallway

Elena's voice was tight, urgent. "If Alaric is sick, then we need to find a cure. Something."

Damon folded his arms. "We tried medicine, we tried magic."

Stefan frowned. "What if we get him off vervain? Compel him?"

Damon shot him a flat look. "What? To pretend to be Alaric? That guy is gone."

Elena paled. "Wait, so what are you suggesting we do?"

Damon didn't flinch. "I'm suggesting we put him out of his misery."

The silence was sharp.

Elena blinked, like she'd misheard. "What?" Jeremy, standing at the edge of the conversation, suddenly stepped forward.

"No. No way in hell!"

Damon sighed. "Oh, come on. It's what he would want. It's a mercy killing."

 "You are out of your mind!" Jeremy snapped.

 Elena turned to him. "Jeremy—" But he was already walking away.

Elena followed, catching up just outside the school. "Hey, hey. Look at me."

She grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. "I promise."

Before Jeremy could respond, a voice sliced through the night.

"Elena." They turned. Esther stood before them. "If you wish to help your friend Alaric," she said smoothly, "I suggest you come with me."

Elena's stomach twisted. "Jeremy, go inside. Get Stefan and Damon. Now."

Jeremy hesitated—then ran. Esther smiled. "I mean you no harm. But willingly or not, you will come."

 Elena's breath caught as she followed her into the night. Mystic Falls High – Classroom Bonnie and Jamie were alone, the distant music muffled by the walls. "You had all kinds of moves out there," Bonnie said, smirking.

Jamie grinned. "Yeah, I was just, you know… trying to make a good impression." Bonnie arched a brow.

 "Consider me impressed." Jamie leaned against the desk. "Your friends seem pretty cool." Bonnie exhaled, her fingers tracing patterns on the wooden surface.

"Yeah… they're the most important thing in the world to me."

Jamie hesitated. "Though you gotta admit, this whole circle of people is kinda crazy. I mean, vampires, werewolves… ex-boyfriends with magic rings?"

He chuckled. "I'm just a normal guy."

Bonnie tilted her head. "A normal guy wouldn't have said yes to a date with me."

"Yeah, that's true." She smiled, and then she kissed him.

The moment deepened, her hands sliding into his hair as his arms wrapped around her—until suddenly, the lights flickered on. Damon leaned against the doorway, smirking.

"Hate to break up your seven minutes in heaven, but we have a problem."