~Little Mikaelson~ [Book 1]

Chapter 42 ~ Feathers of an Angel

A/N:  Picks up after the explosion and fight, this chapter is all in Adriana's POV. Remember to vote, comment, and add! :) XOXO HM

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Dream, Unknown location

I'm sitting on a bench in a bright airy area with fog surrounding me, and there is no sound or smell wherever I am. Looking down at the ground, I notice that I'm barefoot and in a beautiful knee-length freely flowing white dress.

"Its been too long, hasn't it?" A voice says from behind me, that makes my stomach flutter instantly.

Turning, I stare at him, my heart is telling me its real, but my mind is screaming that its fake - a dream or a hallucination. "Tell me this is real. Because if this is a trick I..." My voice fades out, and he smiles walking forwards.

"This is real Adriana. I'm real." He says, and sits next to me and takes my hand.

I gasp slightly at the feeling of his hand, before smiling and hugging him tightly. "I missed you, Kyle, I really missed you." 

Kyle hugs me back and kisses my cheek as he pulls away. "Do you know why you're here?" He asks softly and tucks my hair behind my ear.

Flashes of the fight come back to me, and I swallow hard. "Am-am I... Dead?"  I ask nervously, looking around in fear and shock.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no your not dead my dear Adriana, you're unconscious. Your uh, spirit traveled here after the explosion. This place is the in-between, not the Other Side, not peace." 

Relief flows over me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Would it be selfish of me to say that I'm glad I'm not dead?" I ask.

Kyle laughs and shakes his head again. "No, no of course not. I've learned to accept my death and to be honest, I've found a lot of good in dying..." he smiles softly and then the smile disappears from his face in realization, "I'm sorry for what happened Adriana, I really am and I-" He starts but I interrupt him.

"Hey, hey... Don't be sorry okay? None of this is your fault, you were under a spell and you couldn't break through it." I reply in a gentle manner.

He shakes his head and looks into my eyes. "But all those things I said..." His eyes are filled with guilt and sorrow, and I can tell that he really truly is sorry.

Smiling softly, I nod. "Its fine, I know that wasn't really you. Kyle, I am really sorry that my own father killed you. He killed my first love, and he's not even sorry about it!" I exclaimed, tears in my eyes.

Kyle smiles gently and kisses my forehead. "Imagine if the situation were reversed, and your father was being attacked and he was about to die. You would kill that person without thinking twice about it. And that, that my dear Adriana, is the girl I fell madly in love with."

Swallowing hard, I force a nod before hugging him tightly. "I know, it's just... I need someone to blame for this, I-I don't think - I don't want to forgive him so quickly." Tears fall down and onto his shirt, and he sighs and holds me close.

"I know you don't want to, but you should." He pulls away and wipes off my tears and smiles warmly at me. "Besides, you don't want to spend the rest of your life hating your father for killing one guy you liked. There will be other guys, other times to love. 

"Hating your father isn't going to get you anywhere accept hurt, and I know you; you draw your strength from your family. Forgive him, Adriana, if not for me, then for yourself." Kyle says gently and kisses my forehead.