“All I ever wanted was to be included with you lot.” His voice was weak and he knew Bex was right, he didn’t have much time left but there were no other people in the world he’d rather die surrounded by. Well excluding Katherine but at this point he’d take what he could get as long as it meant he didn’t have to be alone.

Nik had never spoke to him in such a way before. Of course the only reason he still called his brother Nik was because as a child he could never finish his brother’s name right. Even though they’d drifted apart over the centuries he had continued to call Niklaus, Nik because it had made him feel closer to his brother.

A bloody smile spread across his face as bitter laughter bubbled in his chest. It bubbled in the literal sense given that his lungs were slowly filling with fluid. Davina was trying a spell that he knew wouldn’t work as Nik continued to talk. Niece, he had a niece, Nik’s daughter wasn’t dead and that was the secret. Family, there was nothing less than that worth protecting and Kol wished with all his heart that he could see that child, the first of the Mikaelson blood line in centuries.

Though there was something about a Mikaelson child that clicked somewhere in his foggy mind. Reaching out he tried to grab a hold of Nik thinking he had to tell him something important but he couldn’t think of what they were. It was something important but as fast as it had come it had gone.

Elijah moved from where he was holding him and his weight rested on Rebekah. Reaching up he grabbed her arm and hold on to her not wanting to let her go. He knew that everything Rebekah had done for him was done with love whether he understood it or not. As Elijah began to talk he looked towards him finding him on his knees. For a moment he wasn’t sure how Elijah had gotten like that since he seemed to have lost time.

“Elijah…forgive…” The coughing started again a blood seeped into his mouth and from between his lips. Breathing was difficult and he was trying to hold on, to hear what would only be said when you were close to death. It seemed the easiest time for other who cared for you to say what they really thought was when you were about to leave.

Davina was still trying every spell she knew and though he could feel the magic it wasn’t helping. None of it could mend what was broken even though he wished that it could. As she crawled over to him he reached out and weakly took her hand in his. “It’s alright love. I’m not scared.”

His voice was weak as Rebekah began to speak and given her tone he knew it was something she wanted him to hear. There was such strength and determination in her worlds and he knew that she would do anything to bring him back. He didn’t want to think about his death and he just wanted to believe in what Rebekah was telling him that he would come back because. If given the chance he wouldn’t waste his life this time, he wouldn’t play by anyone’s rules but his own and he would enjoy the stars and no longer hate the couple who had all the time in the world.

Opening his mouth again he tried to speak before gripping Davina and Rebekah’s hand stronger than before as his body spasmed. He could let go now, it was alright and the pain would stop. There was bitter sweet pain before it was all gone as he let go, his grip slipping from Davina and Rebekah and then he was just gone.