CHAPTER 8...part 2

(For — Dreamcatcher)

HERETIC, a witch and/or warlock who has both the powers of nature and the abilities of the undead, something that was thought to be impossible. Usually, when the subject has been killed, all magical ability is stripped from their being, returned to the ancestors.

Kol Mikaelson spent years searching for the few heretics that existed, a difficult task when considering that their kind are hunted like wild animals. Whilst searching for a way to subdue Niklaus, the younger Mikaelson brother found ancient scripts on the Heretic.

At first, the man was enraged, finding that others were aloud their magic. But, soon the anger turned into obsession. He learned that these people were in fact not classified as witches at all, but siphons.

Siphoner, a person of magical ability that can only be unlocked through the absorption of magical essence from any supernatural creature. Considered 'abominations' by the ancestors and cast out by their own, the Siphon adapts to his or her environment to survive. The only true witch blessed with the ability to become a Heretic.

Kara Bennett, the original heretic, the first of her kind. Some considered her to be 'Natures Original Abomination', to which she would reply with a simple mutter of Motus before boiling their blood.

Whether it be fate, or Kols' unrelenting persistence, he was able to find a Heretic, who just so happened to be Kara.

***

1819︱saint tropez, france

The Paragon Diamond was finally in his grasp, the one thing that could successfully doom Klaus to the same fate he had sealed for Kol for hundreds of years. The jewel bulked in his jacket pocket, set to attend a ball with the witch who was helping him. He was unsure as to why the woman insisted open his attendance but agreed nonetheless.

He held her arm in the crock of his own, leading the brown-haired witch towards the extravagant villa, flames alighting the pure white pillars. Les Adieux played softly in the background, echoing into the dark abyss of the night. Sofia Laurent was the name of the witch who stood at his side, her gloved hand wrapped about the crock of his arm.

As they entered the Mansion they were lead towards duel staircases, the railing lined in pure gold. A man stood beside them, whispering for their names. "Je vous présente Seigneur Mikaelson et Dame Laurent!" The man proclaimed, his voice echoing in vast ballroom. There were a multitude of polite claps as the pair descended, hands intertwined and raised. Sofia's dress shimmered under the light of the chandelier as if it were sewn with the finest of golds. But, as they entered, they both missed the shocked eyes that followed them.

Kara tensed as she watched her Uncle enter her ballroom, eyes glazed over as she followed his figure closely. Aleksander, having noticed his love's uncomfortableness, placed a hand against the small of her back, urging her body closer to his.

"What is troubling you angelo?" He spoke, voice barely raising an octave. His breath brushed against her face, her cheeks reddening. She turned her head partially, their noses brushing against one another. Kara's hand was placed against Aleks' chest, her eyes closed in contentment. Alek studied Kara, taking in her beauty. Her brunet hair was pulled into a chignon, a diamond headpiece laid atop her head. She wore a silk empire silhouette, its soft pearl color complimenting her ivory complexion.

"Kol is here." She answered him, peering once more at her Uncle, noticing how different the era looked on him. His hair was quiffed, his suit tailored to perfection. Each person he passed either stared at him in jealousy or in pure want.

His content smile turned into a glare as he turned toward the man in question. "Would you like me to...take care of him?" He inquired, fist curling tightly. Before the intrusive thoughts of pummeling the Mikaelson male to the ground could grow any further, Alek felt a soft pull against his chin, leading him back to Kara.

"I doubt he'll know who I am," She answered, kissing the corner of his lips. "And besides, if worst comes to worst," She said, letting red wisps surpass her irises. "I can be quite...convincing."

***

As the night staggered on, Kara kept a close on Kol, paranoia chilling her bones. And, if the heretic was being frank, she thought she could finalize the night without a hitch, but all hopes went through the window when she stood outside, leaning on the balcony.

The light summer breeze brushed past her, filing through her hair and billowing her dress. The sight was ethereal, Kara practically glowing beneath the moonlight. Her eyes remained closed, her senses being invaded by the alluring smell of the french countryside.

"Pardon moi Madame." She heard from behind, the voice making her once relaxed form go rigged. She turned slowly, coming face to face with a ghost of her past.

"Oui?" She uttered out, praying that Kol wouldn't recognize her.

"Est-ce vraiment vou?" He asked, brows furrowed. "L'hérétique?" His hand remained in his pocket. To an outsider he looked regal, sophisticated. But in truth, his hand stayed clutched around the Paragon.

"Oui, c'est moi." She said, a breath that was once held caged in her chest being released. "Que voulez-vous?"

"Je ne désire que des réponses chérie." He smirked out, waltzing towards Kara.

She laughed out, folding her hands elegantly in front of her torso. "You can stop speaking French now." she said, much to Kol's bewilderment. "Your accent is bloody horrible."

He let out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle before all but demanding answers from her. She cocked her brow upwards, facial expressions morphing from humorous to neutral. She tilted her head to the side, a humorless laugh escaping her lips, a condescending smirk crossing her features. Pigments of red began to flow from her hands, a sight that had Kol staggering.

"Kara?"  He breathed out, staring into those eyes — those amber eyes that pierced his soul, brought back the humanity he lost when the witch in him died.

"Hello, Uncle." She stated. Even if the betrayal rang deep within her soul, a small — minuscule, part of her did miss her uncles, her aunt, missed her father.

"God," He stuttered out, unshed tears slurring his words."Look at you, little witch."

But the reunion was short-lived, "Why are you here Kol?"

"Niklaus has grown weary," He said, twisting the Mikaelson ring around his finger, "paranoid that I will leave and fearful that I will stay."

"What do you mean?"

"He keeps daggers and coffins on standby," He turned to face her, "Finn, the poor bastard, has been daggered since we turned and I have missed centuries due to his anxieties, I've grown tired of it."

"So you decided to holiday in Saint Tropez?"

"The Paragon Diamond," Her eyes widened at that, "it can subdue him just as the mountain ash does us, I can be free Kara."

She paused at that, all too familiar with such a feeling. And so, despite her distrust towards the Mikaelsons, she said. "How can I help."

***

"No, that's impossible." Freya grunted out, trying to will her body upwards, but her magic was no match for Karas'.

"Well dear Freya," She begins, sauntering over to take a seat. Both elbows rested on the armrests and her fingers remained intertwined. "Anythings possible in the realm of the supernatural." Kara lifted her hands, showcasing red magic gliding softly betwixted her fingers.

"No it isn't." Freya began to reiterate, deep breaths heaving through her with each word uttered. "Dahlia would have taken you years ago if that were the case."

Kara let out a laugh, chuckling at the mere idea. She slapped her hand against the man's beside her, pointing at herself and raising a brow before laughing once more. Her amusement in the situation only confused the Mikaelsons further, finding their aunt to be no laughing matter.

"Dahilia perceives my magic to be 'unholy'." She began, her companion nicking the bottle of alcohol from Elijah's grasp, glaring at the man as he did so. "Called me an abomination before she tried killing me."

"That doesn't make any sense." Elijah butted in, being met with glares and eyerolls. "You're powerful, why would she pass up such an opportunity?"

"Because father, I'm not exactly your run of the mill witch." Kara said, speaking to him as if he were a child.

Freya, finally recovering from the harsh blow, looked at Kara with realization. "You're a Siphoner?"

"Ding, ding ding, we have a winner." The man behind Kara spoke, arms flexed as they sat folded before him. "Would you like a prize for pointing out the obvious?"

"On the contrary." Elijah said, standing threateningly in front of the unknown man. "I'd like to know why exactly you're here?"

The man looked at Kara, seemingly asking for permission, before turning back to Elijah. His head was cocked to the side as a smirk painted his lips. "I'm hurt truly." He began, placing a hand against his chest. "You would think a man would recognize his own son-in-law."

"You're her what?" Elijah inquired, eyes wide as his dark brown eyes flickered between the pair.

"Husband," The man spoke plainly before turning his gaze back to Kara. "Non mi hai detto che anche lui era stupido." He said, slipping into his mother tongue, Kara stifling a laugh at his comment.

"It's true Elijah," She began, twirling red magic along her fingers. Pure energy illuminating her face, her iries holding a dangerously red tint. "Though I suppose this revelation would be quite shocking to you, seeing as you left before I could even announce an engagement." She spat out, unrelenting rage spewing out like venom.

"I left you to keep you safe Kara." Elijah spoke lamely, not even understanding his own logic. "It was stupid, I know that, but I never left to hurt you."

Kara let out an unbelieving laugh, head tilted up as she peered once more at Alek. " Insomma, crede che sia un incompetente?"

"Listen, mate," Alek began, moving his form to stand directly next to Kara, arms folded and muscles flexing, he stood at a towering 6' 2", a stark contrast to Elijahs' 5' 11". And, as if his staggering appearance wasn't enough, his withering glare would be. "My lovely wife here has made herself abundantly clear, on multiple occasions, that she isn't keen on your presence. So if you could just," Alek said, making a shooing motion with her hands.

"Do not interfere with matters that do not concern you."

"Actually Buco del Culo," He said, taking a threatening stride forward. "It became 'my matter' the moment she said yes."

If it weren't for the tense situation at hand, Kara swore she would have jumped his bones right then and there. I mean who wouldn't? The vampire was basically built by the gods, each part of him chiseled to pure perfection, but she would never tell him that. Because even the perfect have imperfections, and Aleks' was his massive ego.

Kara placed a delicate hand against Aleks' shoulder, tugging his tense form towards her slightly. He visibly relaxed, veering his body to face hers'. He lent downward, moving his forehead to press against her own, eyes closed in contentment. "Il ne vaut pas ta rage mon amour." as she spoke she lifted her hand to cup his cheek, caressing his thumb against his ticking jaw.

He let out a deep breath, thus calming the inner storm that raged within him before his lips met her own. Passion filled their beings as their lips melded, fitting together like two puzzle pieces', dominance was held as a middle man, both holding control over the other. Her lips were soft and coated his own as if drizzling honey, her's felt as if a thirsty man in the Sahara, as if his lips were the drinking Valhalla she longed for.

When they parted, they stared into one another's eyes, feeling a million things after such a short kiss, before someone cleared their throat.

The culprit was Freya, looking incredibly irritated and on edge (though both could be explained by the heretic standing mere feet from her). "As much as I enjoyed that little reunion, I think we have far bigger problems."

"So where has it gone?" Elijah asked, glad for the switch in conversation.

"It's a ghost it could be anywhere;" Freya said, looking almost proud at the hold she had on the conversation. Kara rolled her eyes dramatically, holding in a groan as the Mikaelson witch leaned against the table. "And, since we know that it still wants to sacrifice someone powerful," She continues, slamming her fisting against the handle of the dagger, causing the sharp metal blade to clink against the aged wood of the table. "We have to be prepared."

"I think I'll hold on to it for now." Klaus says, peering up at his sister almost threateningly

"This wasn't a gift." Freya intercepts, hints of sarcasm found underlying her tone and she slightly tilts her head. "Today proved Marcel's a threat, whether used as a sacrifice or possessed." each word spoken was enunciated, each syllable pounding against ear drums.

"Regardless-"

"What good is having a weapon if you won't use it?" Freya says, intrupting Klaus once more, speaking as if she was the most knowledgable in the room, pursing her lips once finished.

"Niklaus, give it to her." Elijah cut in, growing tired of his siblings bickering.

Klaus looks down, pondering, before he stands. Spinning the blade downwards he turns to Freya. "Having a monopoly of power makes you a target, sister." The eldest living Mikaelson went to grab the handle, before it once more pulled away from her grasp. "Remember that." Klaus said, smirking as amusement twinkled in his eyes.

Freya grabs the dagger swiftly, sighing, before turning her heel to leave. The other four remained, hostility grasping them in an airtight hold. Sure, Kara and Alek could leave whenever they pleased, but the Hollow...the Hollow hit them very close to home.

***

1505︱bydgoszcz, poland

From Florence, the couple made their way to Poland. Kara fround, over time, that she absolutely loved to travel, adoring every culture she came across. And, after telling him of her travels, Alek began to yearn for the same.

Kara had been wanting to visit for quite sometime, falling for the stories she'd heard. She knew of a man who grew up in Poland, Eryk and his wife Hanna, who took Kara in as if she were their own. Feeding and clothing her after she had washed up in 1016, after the horrible events in the Russkaya Pravada. They made her a hot bowl of Bigos, dressed in the warmest of wools, and nursed her back to health.

When they arrived, they were instantly met with the most beautiful sight they had ever beheld. Soft fire light illuminated the rippling waters. Fall turning into winter as the cool air nipped Kara's cheeks, tinging them pink. A breathy laugh surpassed her lips, the noise morphing into steam as her heated breath met the cold air.

Alek looked over from where he stood, catching a glimpse of Kara as she tilted her head upwards. The moon shined over her features, sharpening her defined features, her mouth rested into a smile, her peaceful aura a stunning picturesque of beauty.

They stayed in a relatively large cabin near the water, with Kara looking out the window every night and Alek staring at her with the same look of pure adoration and admiration. The pair felt at peace, taking in every ounce of tranquility, and Kara couldn't help but think that this could finally be the placed she'd settle down in.

It was around 3 months in, winters snow melting into springs vibrant flower, when the Hollow first made it's appearance. Nobody knew why it was murdering, but as the days grew, the bodies buried in the back fields did as well.

Kara was unsure of what to do, growing anxious as the days passed and she still held no answer as to how she could help. The feeling was crippling, weighing her to her absolute lowest. She had lost sleep, unable to dream of what could be if everything she wanted was falling apart before her very eyes.

They remembered the night vividly, how Inadu possessed Aleks body, walking him towards the center of the village. Kara remembered calling out Aleks name, her desperate calls falling silent under control. She remembered screaming and running as the Hollow began to make Alek cut his own body, deep gashes covering his body in red. Alek remembered walking up in the last moment, right when the Hollow forced his hand to slight his throat, right when his last breath escaped, right when Kara screamed a pained cry.

"No, no, no, no!" She wailed, placing shaking hands against his cheeks. "Wake up Darling please!" She began patting his facing and shaking his shoulders. Though, all attempts remained futile.

Kara choked out a sob, feeling his form go limp in her hands. "No, no, no, no, no..." She began to whisper out, as if the very word itself could bring him back to her.

She grasped his hand tightly, her other lain against his bloodied chest, as she sobbed into her stomach. "You were supposed to stay." She whispered once more, "You promised to stay you asshole!"She cried out, pressing her hands downwards as she stood up, pacing.

Because Aleksander Bennett was dead.

The village men placed his body on their bed, bowing their heads in a respectful manner towards the morning Kara. She peered towards where his body was lain, finding him cleansed and put into softer linen. "Why was it you?" She muttered, running her fingers against his dirty blonde curls, "Why did it choose someone with so much ahead like you were not still young?"

Tears began to blur her vision once more, making her turn back to the window. She tried blinking away the tears, hoping that the mere action would remove her pain as well. But, before her mind could dwell on that fact further, she heard a desperate breath.

She turned around slowly, only to be met with the sight of a very alive Aleksander. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him pat his body feverishly. He paused for a moment, slowly meeting Karas' wild gaze with his own. Without a second thought, she booked forwards, wrapping herself around him. He inhaled her scent, something that was now extremely heavy to his senses.

Aleks gums were sore as well, feeling as if something were prying out of his gums. Cutting off his train of thought, Kara pulled back with a smile. "You're alive...but how?"

And then it dawned on her. Kara fed Aleksander her blood to him every morning.

Aleksander Bennett was now a vampire.

KOREY TALKS !

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