Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 4, 2014 17:24:37 GMT -6
It was strange to be in this new body and to no longer own anything he'd once held dear. The white oak stake had completely destroyed his body leaving nothing left. Well that wasn't true, his day light ring wouldn't have been destroyed, it would have taken more than the white oak stake to destroy it which left him wondering where it had ended up.
Clear as day he could remember the day his Mum had made the rings and gifted him his. All of his siblings along with his father had been gifted with them to protect them from the harsh sun that nearly set them on fire. His hair and flesh had begun to burn and he could remember his Mum and sister rubbing a balm to sooth the pain from his face, chest and arms but he'd fast without it. The thing he remembered most was no longer began able to feel the magic that flowed through the earth.
His Mum didn't seem to realize that though she focused on teaching Rebekah he'd always been in tune to the magic around them as well. When everyone was asleep he could pull his Mum's spell books down and read them slowly teaching himself but now that was all gone. Whatever they were it wasn't something magic agreed with.
The separation from magic had been harder on him that anyone had ever been aware, he'd never voiced it but all of the time he'd spent learning and teaching himself and been for nothing. The nature of the beast he'd become had slowly taken over but he never lost his admiration for witches nor his want to return to what he'd once been.
Niklaus, Elijah and Rebekah had all cut him out of their lives, they were the three that had promised always and forever and he'd been left with nothing. Call it selfish but that feeling of rejection had simmered inside of him and caused him to step in the way of his siblings happiness more than they knew. Not that they ever gave him much thought they'd just dagger him for a time as punishment not realizing all he wanted was to feel included again.
For centuries he'd made friends of witches on every continent, some more than friends for a time. What he'd been seeking was a way to walk in both worlds, to be a vampire and witch but none held the answers he wanted. To be turned into a vampire somehow cut off your link to magic and for those who practiced ancestral magic, it severed the link to your ancestors as well. Few witches wanted to make friends with vampires but his respect for their craft made it hard for most to tell him no.
Now that he was back to being a witch he no longer needed his day light ring but it reminded him of time when his Mum had cared enough to protect them. Times had changed and now his Mum wanted to place the rest of his siblings in new bodies and return them to their former glory as witches. What she didn't seem to realize is they'd all grown rather accustom to the lives they now held. She saw them as monsters but they were all a produce of their creation.
Immortality was no longer his for the taking, he was no longer immune to disease or aging, if his father or brother's didn't kill him first he'd more than likely live to suffer through arthritis, potential dementia and the pains of getting old. What his Mum had done to him was not a favor it was his version of hell and she'd made sure he couldn't be turned again. Maybe it was best his ring was lost, he didn't need to see the crest of his family to be reminded of how estranged they'd all become, of the hate, betrayal and distrust that ran rampant in his family.
They were no longer a family, nor were they even connected by blood, they were a group of people who'd broken themselves and caused their own downfall. Elijah had always played at being perfect and yet his sins ran deeper than those Kol held, Nik had become the most selfish person in existence and Rebekah...the most understanding and forgiving of his family hadn't been seen in months not even to morn the death of Nik's child. His Mum wished to save them and to Kol he could see nothing worth saving or changing.
Looking at the white beverage napkin in front of him he realized he'd drawn the symbol of his family and ripped the napkin apart before shoving it in the empty coffee cup and leaving it on the table of cafe. Blood and a name may make your family but that was all his had ever been, symbol or not.
Clear as day he could remember the day his Mum had made the rings and gifted him his. All of his siblings along with his father had been gifted with them to protect them from the harsh sun that nearly set them on fire. His hair and flesh had begun to burn and he could remember his Mum and sister rubbing a balm to sooth the pain from his face, chest and arms but he'd fast without it. The thing he remembered most was no longer began able to feel the magic that flowed through the earth.
His Mum didn't seem to realize that though she focused on teaching Rebekah he'd always been in tune to the magic around them as well. When everyone was asleep he could pull his Mum's spell books down and read them slowly teaching himself but now that was all gone. Whatever they were it wasn't something magic agreed with.
The separation from magic had been harder on him that anyone had ever been aware, he'd never voiced it but all of the time he'd spent learning and teaching himself and been for nothing. The nature of the beast he'd become had slowly taken over but he never lost his admiration for witches nor his want to return to what he'd once been.
Niklaus, Elijah and Rebekah had all cut him out of their lives, they were the three that had promised always and forever and he'd been left with nothing. Call it selfish but that feeling of rejection had simmered inside of him and caused him to step in the way of his siblings happiness more than they knew. Not that they ever gave him much thought they'd just dagger him for a time as punishment not realizing all he wanted was to feel included again.
For centuries he'd made friends of witches on every continent, some more than friends for a time. What he'd been seeking was a way to walk in both worlds, to be a vampire and witch but none held the answers he wanted. To be turned into a vampire somehow cut off your link to magic and for those who practiced ancestral magic, it severed the link to your ancestors as well. Few witches wanted to make friends with vampires but his respect for their craft made it hard for most to tell him no.
Now that he was back to being a witch he no longer needed his day light ring but it reminded him of time when his Mum had cared enough to protect them. Times had changed and now his Mum wanted to place the rest of his siblings in new bodies and return them to their former glory as witches. What she didn't seem to realize is they'd all grown rather accustom to the lives they now held. She saw them as monsters but they were all a produce of their creation.
Immortality was no longer his for the taking, he was no longer immune to disease or aging, if his father or brother's didn't kill him first he'd more than likely live to suffer through arthritis, potential dementia and the pains of getting old. What his Mum had done to him was not a favor it was his version of hell and she'd made sure he couldn't be turned again. Maybe it was best his ring was lost, he didn't need to see the crest of his family to be reminded of how estranged they'd all become, of the hate, betrayal and distrust that ran rampant in his family.
They were no longer a family, nor were they even connected by blood, they were a group of people who'd broken themselves and caused their own downfall. Elijah had always played at being perfect and yet his sins ran deeper than those Kol held, Nik had become the most selfish person in existence and Rebekah...the most understanding and forgiving of his family hadn't been seen in months not even to morn the death of Nik's child. His Mum wished to save them and to Kol he could see nothing worth saving or changing.
Looking at the white beverage napkin in front of him he realized he'd drawn the symbol of his family and ripped the napkin apart before shoving it in the empty coffee cup and leaving it on the table of cafe. Blood and a name may make your family but that was all his had ever been, symbol or not.