The Story of Kordelia Mikaelson [1] [editing]

The Jailbreak

"Damon!" she yells and tries to open the door. "Do not expect me to pardon you when I get out of here!"

"We have a funeral to get to. Be quiet while we're gone," Damon says as he and Stefan appear on the other side of the door.

"Are you having a pre-funeral for the both of you?" she questions with and intense glare.

"Actually, this funeral is because of your brother," Damon retorts.

"Kol's here too?" she asked out of pure confusion. The last time she was alive, Kol was far away from her and her siblings.

"What? No," the dark haired vampire tells her and she rolls her eyes.

"Niklaus, then. Why'd he kill whoever he killed?" she questioned out of boredom because she already had to scold her brother and she hadn't even been alive for thewnty-four hours.

"For his sacrifice," Stefan speaks up with gritted teeth.

"What?" Kordeila asks out of surprise. "Niklaus broke the curse?"

"Yeah, and he killed Elena because of his stupid curse," Damon lies, just in case.

"Did you love this 'Elena' girl?" Kordeila questions with a smirk, she knew love when she saw it.

"Yeah, Damon. Did you love her?" Stefan piped up.

"No, she was your girlfriend. Not my girlfriend," Damon answers, looking back and Stefan.

"You two are just like Elijah and Klaus fighting over dear Tatia," she laughed. "My little brothers never stood a chance against each other, at least, not at the time."

"Little brothers?" Damon mocked out of confusion.

"Yes," she sighed, "Elijah is two years younger than me and, as you may know, Niklaus is younger than Elijah by a few years."

"Are you the oldest?" the younger Salvatore questioned.

"No, that's my brother Finn," she explained, getting annoyed with the interview. "Now, if you'd just unlock the door so I can leave, that'd be appreciated." She puts on a fake smile.

"No," Damon told her and her smile drops as she growls.

"You can't keep me in here forever," she told him.

"I can try," he shrugged.

"Niklaus will find me!" she yelled.

"He thinks you're dead," Damon shrugs and zooms off.

"I'm sorry," Stefan apologies and speeds away with his brother.

She banged on the door a couple times more, denting it. Kordeila backed up to get a good look at the door and plan her escape. She scanned for anything that was an easy break out and bingo! She noticed the rusty hinges that would surely break.

"This is going to be fun," she said with a smile. Peering around the room for anything to break the hinges, she found a chair. As she neared the chair, she noticed a small vervain farm and went over to it.

"If I remember correctly, the last time I was burned by vervain was when I was in that meadow," she chuckled and picked up one of the plants. It stung, most definitely, but she was too eager for a revenge plan to care as she shoved it into her pocket.

She stepped back over to the chair and picked it up with one hand, holding it over her shoulder. Before she tried to escape, she made sure there was no one in the house with her sharp hearing.

Then, she thrashed the chair over the bottom henge until it broke. She repeated the action with the second hinge, but left it slightly attached because she needed a dramatic effect. Kordeila flung the chair into one of the walls, causing it to break into pieces.