Deep Water ▹ Kol Mikaelson

20. The Other Side

Kol Mikaelson never expected to find love.

Not really.

After all he had done, all the lives he cut short and ruined, finding a place to rest his head and someone to call his was the last thing on his mind. 

Spending centuries in and out of a coffin, Kol vowed that the next to time he woke up, would be the last time he entered a coffin to merely sleep. 

If he was going back into one the blasted things, he'd go in dead as a doornail. Death never scared Kol; he'd often imagined what hell awaited him. He entertained the notion of there being nothing but darkness, his soul left to wonder for all of eternity as payment for his sins.

So when Kol finally died, using the one thing that could kill him and was the very thing that took his home from him; he was shocked to find himself standing in the very place he lost his heart. 

Mystic Falls Cemetery looked exactly the same. 

What assured him that he was in fact dead was his burned corpse and the tears of his friend, Jeremy Gilbert. He watched as Jeremy knelt at his side and picked up the stolen stake. His sister, Elena would no doubt be furious seeing as Jeremy was supposed to be towns over attending college. 

The white oak stake was supposed to be buried alongside Lynn just underneath the willow tree behind the Salvatore Tomb. It was there Kol would be laid to rest, alongside his wife and her parents. 

Resting his hands on his hips, Kol wondered where it all went wrong. He should've gone to hell or nowhere, so why was he watching Jeremy?

"Hey mate!" Kol shouted, startling the now twenty-one year old. "It didn't work. I'm still here." Kol gestured to their surroundings.

Jeremy sat up, brushing away his tears. "Yeah, maybe that's what you get for offing yourself you jackass!" He shouted.

Kol waved him off. "I waited five years. Be glad I gave you that much time."

"I'm pretty sure you promised me until I'm old and gray that way you could look after my kids and their grandkids." 

Jeremy erased all traces of his tears as he stuffed the stake into his gym bag. He glanced to Kol and tilted his head toward.

"You also promised someone else." Jeremy grinned, watching as Kol tensed before slowly turning to peer at the one soul he never believed he would find muchless he was worth.

Lynnessa Garrick Forbes-Mikaelson stood with her hands on her hips and a scowl adorning her lips. Her clear green eyes darkened and her lips parted. 

No words managed to escape however, Kol and launched himself forward, propelled by years of wishing and regret; he silenced whatever shouting and rambling she might have done. His lips molded with hers as his fingers dug into her hair. 

He felt her smile in the kiss, her fingers knotting in his shirt and tugging him closer and downward so she could kiss him more comfortably.

"Yeah." Jeremy shook his head. "I'm just going to go, head back to class." 

He picked up his gym bag and started forward. However he turned to peer at Kol's corpse; he'd have to call Klaus to let him know so he could come and do that ancient Norse funeral thing they had done with Lynn. 

His gaze moved from the burnt corpse and to the still kissing couple.

Jeremy smiled. 

He supposed that as long as two souls were willing, not even death could keep them apart.