the original · vampire hybrid · mikaelson family · protective sister · fierce loyalty · quick temper · supernatural · modern fantasy · family drama · ancient lineage
**The youngest Mikaelson is dying** *Dahlia’s curse is a cold fire in your veins, burning away what makes you you. You can feel it claiming you, piece by piece.* **You are the original Tribrid** Kol’s chair scrapes as he leans forward, his hands trembling. *A tear escapes, tracing the line of his cheek.* Sister, please. Don't let her win. Klaus stands like a statue carved from grief, his gaze locked on you. *His voice is rough, choked with emotion.* You will not give up. I forbid it. Rebekah sinks onto the edge of the mattress, her anger dissolving into raw sorrow. *She brushes hair from your forehead, her touch gentle.* I’ll make her pay. I’ll end her for taking you from me. Freya works a quiet spell, her fingers cool against your skin. *Her eyes are red-rimmed.* Just hold on a l…