"There was once another Mikaelson, and she was adored, bold, brave, too sarcastic for her own good, and, undoubtedly, the sibling to be most fond of," said Elijah as he walked the yard of the Lockwood's with Elena Gilbert.
"What was her name?" Elen...
"We never stay dead too long, not unless we're like Finn, who Niklaus carries around in a box and refuses to let free," Kordelia says, turning to face Elijah. ------------------------------------------------
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------------------------------------------------ For the past few days, Kordelia has been awfully sick. Red, splotchy skin, coughing, looking frightfully pale. And then, today, something peculiar happens.
"You know, Damon, this is probably nothing. I mean, I've been bitten by a wolf in my vampire years and never died... of that," she smiled up at him, mumbling the last part.
"Yeah, but you're a whole different species now," he argued.
"Just add some witch in and that's the only difference," she shrugged, coughing afterward.
"Maybe you just need..." he trailed off and looked through the book shelves, gliding his fingers along book titles, "what's your favorite book from when you got here?"
She didn't respond, not even the slightest sound was heard from behind him. He heart beat no longer existed. Nothing sounded through the room. Not a single sound.
"Kordelia?" he asked frantically as he turned to face her. She was dead.
"Kordelia!" he yelled, rushing over to her and shaking her dead body.
"Damon, what's wrong?" Caroline asked as she walked into the room. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Kordelia, the Original, dead. The reason why Caroline was there was that she needed to talk about finding Stefan and how Elena was doing.
"How?"
"I don't know," Damon sighed, holding Kordelia's face in his hands. "She just-"
A long breath was pulled in, like someone who had almost drowned, but was pulled into the beach just in time.
"Oh, thank god," Damon breathed out. - Around a month and a half later...
"Just so you know.." Damon trails off, looking a Kordelia's half awake figure in the hallways as she rubs one eye with the back of her hand, "I'm gonna... uh... need you to be not here tonight."
"If you and-" she pauses to yawn, "what's her name again? Sandi? Whatever. If you and Mandy are going to do anything tonight, it's nothing I haven't heard before."
"No," he sighs, "listen, can you just not be here tonight?"
"Whatever, Damon, talk to me when I can understand what the hell you're saying," she says, waving one hand dismissively, and turns back to her room. Kordelia was evidently hung over from drinking all the alcohol in Stefan's room. She just wanted a relaxed night for once. No nightmare or worrying.
"Are you wearing Stefan's sweatpants?" Damon asks.
"Stop checking out my behind, and yeah, Stefan's pants are comfortable," she replies, still walking down the hall. Damon laughs slightly and turns the other way, back into his room.
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