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Royale Hotel

Kol experienced a surge of emotion through him that he was unfamiliar with: fear. Kol Mikaelson could count on one hand the number of things that actually struck fear in his heart. Nik's bloody daggers for one. Death for another. Then there was Silas.

When Kol butchered his cult to the last, he thought he had prevented the rise of the immortal Silas. The creature that was supposed to bring hell on earth. As an immortal, he liked earth just the way it was.

Now not only was he awake and walking the earth, but he also had Nik held hostage.

"Where are you going?" He demanded as Rebekah flashed to the door.

"Where do you think I'm going, Kol?" She snapped back. "I can't just leave in the hands of some immortal monstrosity."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Kol, he would never leave us in the hands of something like Silas."

"Rebekah, he carts us around in boxes! Why should we go risk our necks for him?"

"Kol, I know our brother is a bastard, but you can't mean to just leave him to rot."

"That's exactly what I mean to do, Rebekah! How often has he left us to rot in a box for decades? Finn spent nine hundred years in a box, Rebekah. How long until he leaves me or you with a dagger in our chest for that long?"

"Look what you're doing, Kol! Trying to get a dagger that will work on him! How is that any different-"

"Because it's to protect us, Rebekah! For nine hundred years, Nik has daggered us whenever he thought me or you or Elijah stepped out of line. Well, I've had enough! Let Nik rot with Silas for a while. Maybe it will teach him a lesson."

"I can't believe you'd just leave him."

Kol sighed. The anger that began to burn through him started to dim. "Rebekah, Silas is the world's first immortal. Now that he's free, he will bring hell to earth."

"What are you talking about, Kol?"

"A few centuries again I ran into some of his cultists. They told me that Silas would rise and destroy the world as we know it."

"And you believe that? Kol, the monster that reeked terror through eastern Europe for over a hundred years is afraid of a myth?"

"Myth?" Kol laughed. "What kind of Myth could capture Nik, Rebekah?"

"I'm not going to sit here and argue with you, Kol. You can go meet Otto. I'm glad he's found a Claire witch. You'll need that dagger to protect yourself when Nik finds out you left him to rot."

Rebekah was out the door before he could even get a word in. Kol sighed. Despite everything that Nik has done to them, he loved his brother. He couldn't help loving him, as much as Kol wished he could stop caring for Nik.

But that love wouldn't stop Nik from daggering him the first time Kol angered him. Not just him, Finn, Elijah, and Rebekah were just as at risk. The dagger was for all of them. To protect themselves from their dagger happy brother.

Kol pulled out his phone, pressing it to his ear. Three rings and Otto picked up. "Where are you?" Kol demanded. He had a dagger to find.

Manor House, Outskirts of New Orleans

Freya didn't know why, but Silas wanted them all here. Perhaps he had heard about the legacy of her family and thought it would be better to have them close by when he started the ritual. Her siblings did have a habit of thwarting their enemy's plans, and right now Silas could be counted among that category. Having them all close by ensuring that none of them would be sneaking around.

Freya looked back at Silas, leaning comfortably against the wall of the manor house. He took the form of Klaus. The first time she truly got an up-close and personal look at her brother and it wasn't even him. At first, Elijah thought it was some amusing joke Klaus had been playing on all of them. Then Silas had shown him something that left him gasping on the ground. Proof that he was indeed not Niklaus, but something else altogether.

"The devil hath the power to assume a pleasing shape," Silas quoted Shakespeare. It was pleasing to Freya, in any event. She had only ever seen Klaus before at the party he had thrown in 1912. She hadn't got the best look at his face.

When a car finally pulled up, Freya felt a sense of relief. All she wanted to do was get this over with and quickly. The sooner she did this for Silas, the sooner Alaric would no longer be a threat to her family, and she would have the means to free herself from Dahlia.

Rebekah stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her. She paused when she saw Silas, no doubt thinking he was Klaus.

"Nik, what-"

"Where is Kol?" Silas demanded, cutting her off. "I thought I told you I wanted all the Mikaelson's here."

"Nik, are you alright?"

"That is not Niklaus, Rebekah," Elijah informed their sister. His arms were crossed over his immaculate, perfect suit. He glared daggers at Silas. "This is Silas. He made himself look like our brother."

"I gave you instructions that were easy to understand, did I not? I want you all here. Where is Kol Mikaelson?" Silas asked again.

Freya thought that was a good question. "He isn't coming. Kol has decided that Nik can rot."

The bitterness of Rebekah's words surprised her. Freya thought that her siblings were on the outs with Klaus. The centuries of being daggered might do that to a relationship. Rebekah, it seemed, was bitter about Kol. Not coming to help Klaus.

"He's more interested in his dagger?" Silas said. Rebekah shot him a startled look. Silas smiled. "I read your mind. Come inside. I want to get this over with."

The inside of the manor was overgrown with planets. The pillars and staircases, that at one time would have been grand and opulent, were now covered in a thick layer of dust.

Robed figures surrounded them from all sides, faces covered by dark hoods.

"Don't worry about them. They're my followers. Most of them are human, but I have some witches, vampires, and wolves. Still, I wouldn't try anything if I was you. Original vampires or not."

They were led to a large courtyard. Unlike the other parts of the manor he led them through, it was not covered in dust or dirt. No planets or weeds. It was spotless. Clean.

At the very center was some kind of altar, one she wasn't familiar with. Dahlia had made Freya study various kinds of magic from all over the world. This was something new.

A woman sat crying at the top of the altar, mumbling to herself. She refused to look at any of them. That must be Amara, Freya thought to herself. The other one who wanted to be free.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Alaric Saltzman spit. Standing a few feet away from the altar, he was in the middle of a salt circle. For a moment, Freya tensed and prepared to defend herself and her family, when she really looked at the circle. A powerful piece of magic, designed to keep him locked inside. "Almost all of the Mikaelson. How nice of you to bring them to me."

"What is he doing here?" Finn was the one to ask. Finn hadn't spoken until that moment.

"Freya asked me to bring him here. He's part of our deal. Mr. Saltzman is also insurance. If you fail to hold up your end of the bargain, I'll release him to kill you all. Understand?"

The question was directed at her. Freya nodded. "I understand. But first, you promised to do one thing for me."

Silas smiled with Niklaus's face. "Yes. One thing first. The other after the spell has been completed. We'll start with Alaric. While I will free his mind from the corrupted personality that your mother instilled in him, I can bring it back just as easily if you think to betray me."

"I'll uphold my end," she promised. He was the key to freeing herself from Dahlia, from having a real family. He was the key to her salvation.

Silas turned to look at Alaric. The new hunter stared back at them, teeth exposed. Alaric slammed his hands against the invisible magic force holding him in place, trying to break free.

That was when the screaming started. He grabbed his head and fell back. Blood pooled out from his eyes, and he screamed like a man under torture. Thankfully the screaming didn't last long and Silas turned away from the hunter.

"Bring them four of them out," he called to his followers, but Freya couldn't take her eyes off Alaric. One of Silas's followers went to help her mother's hunter up, and to Freya's surprise, broke the seal.

Instead of launching himself at one of her vampire siblings, Alaric looked at the scene in front of him with confusion. "Where... Where am I?"

"Just like I promised," Silas called to them. "The personality that your mother created is gone. Alaric Saltzman is in control of his own body. The history teacher has returned. He'll stay that way unless you try to cross me."

"Where am I?" Alaric repeated, more forcefully this time. "Wait, Elijah Mikaelson?"

"I'll explain everything, Mr. Saltzman, I promise," Elijah told him softly. "After my business has concluded here."

The sound of chains dragging across the floor drew Freya's attention back towards the alter. Niklaus and three others she didn't recognize were being hauled.

Her brother and a woman were set at the feet of the altar, while the other two were brought to the top. The girl being brought up looked exactly like the crying Amara. Her doppelganger.

"May I present Stefan Salvatore and Katherine Pierce. Or, Katerina Petrova, if you prefer, Elijah."

Silas turned back towards them. The form of Klaus vanished, replaced by a face that matched Stefan's. "You should be honored. I haven't shown my real face to anyone that wasn't my followers. Though some of you are familiar with my shadow self."

"What are we doing here?" Elijah demanded. He uncrossed his arms, his stance aggressive.

"You're here to help me die," Silas told him softly. "I was turned two thousand years ago. Unlike vampires, a mere perversion of me, I am truly immortal. The only thing that can kill me, the cure for immortality itself, has been lost. Thus I cannot die. My dear Amara cannot either."

He pointed to the crying girl on the altar.

"My dear Amara has been cursed with being the anchor to the other side for two thousand years. She wishes to die as well. The pain is unbearable. So me and my love shall die. Your sister, Freya, shall set me free."

"If you cannot die, how is she to kill you?" Finn demanded. Mirroring Elijah, his stance took an aggressive edge.

"These bodies of ours are immortal. Unlike humans and witches and vampires, and so on, our spirits are tethered to these bodies in a way that your souls are not. If I had to guess, I'd pose that the immortality spell is meant to make us live forever. If we could jump into the body of a mortal, that would be a quick escape. Amara and I cannot free ourselves from these bodies... With a single exception. We can jump into the bodies of shadow selves. Freya will put us into these vampire bodies, while Stefan and Katherine are placed in our bodies."

None of her siblings spoke, though Finn and Elijah turned to look at her. Freya shook her head.

"So, Freya. Let's start with Amara and Katherine, shall we?"

Lafayette Cemetery

The last time Kol had tried to enter the cemetery that housed the spirits of the ancestral plane, he hadn't been able to enter. It had been the day Nik daggered him, and he hoped that he might be able to find a grieving member of the Claire family, but fate had other plans for him that night.

He carefully reached his foot across and found no resistance. Now sure that he could enter the cemetery, Kol vamped through the gate, becoming a blur of speed. He stopped in front of his old playhouse, magically locked to him.

The vampire of Marcel's that he compelled, Otto, stood in front of it. A slightly older woman stood by his side. She wore a long overcoat and seemed to be doing her best to hide in it.

Kol stopped in the middle of the two, causing the witch to jump. He turned towards Otto. "Go back to Marcel. Until I say otherwise, you'll forget this ever happened."

The vampire nodded and vamped away. Kol turned to look at his witch, who met his gaze nervously. "How can you compel a vampire? Is it because you're an original?"

"That's exactly it, darling. But I'm more interested in you. A Claire witch is the only one who can help me unlock this place."

"Your... Puppet told me," the witch answered slowly. "I have conditions."

Kol froze, the smile on his face locked. Otto never mentioned this. It would be unwise to refuse her here, where it would be all too easy for her to call upon her ancestors. He knew from personal experience the deceased witches of New Orleans had little love for him.

"What is it that you want?" Kol asked carefully. He might be an original vampire, but there were some things that even he couldn't help with. Some things that were out of his grasp.

"The vampire Marcel has taken my daughter, Davina," the witch began. "He keeps her locked away. Without her... She's my daughter. The only family I have left-"

Kol held up his hand. "Say no more. You get me into this place and I will grant your wish."

Once Nik was out of the way, he could go about slaughtering his way through the vampire population of New Orleans. No big bad hybrid brother to stop him.

The witch nodded. She turned to the door of his playhouse and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Kol watched in eager anticipation as she pulled out her knife, cutting the palm of her hand open. She pressed her bloody palm to the door, her blood activating the spell.

A triumphant grin snaked its way across his face as the door opened. Kol vamped inside, taking in the sight of his old playhouse. It had been over a hundred years since he last stepped foot inside his playhouse, but to him, it only felt like a week. He experienced no time while under the dagger. He could easily believe that hardly any time had passed staring at the scene in front of him if it wasn't for the thick layer of dust that covered everything.

Kol went to the record player first, blew off the dust that covered it, and the nearest record. Placing it gently on the machine, Kol felt delighted when it began to play. It still worked, nearly a century later.

His curiosity sated, Kol vamped to the other side of the room. A black box sat completely still on the shelf, wearing its own coat of dust. Kol whipped it off, exposing the black sheen. Pulling it open, a gold dagger rested against the bright red velvet.

Kol grabbed the dagger, lifting it to his eyes for examination. "Perfect," he whispered. What he had completed nearly a century ago was finally in his hand. He had his dagger. One that would put Nik down for the next three hundred years.

Silas Manor House

Silas watched as Freya began chanting over the two women that shared a face, staring at her with the intense concentration that a man dying of thirst might watch a glass of water dangled in front of him. This was finally the moment he had been waiting for two thousand years for. The moment they could escape what his vengeful ex had done to them.

Both women let loose a scream of pain as Freya's hands started to glow a soft white. Both collapsed, breathing heavily. For a moment Finn, and all the other onlookers, watched with a strange fascination. Was the spell successful? If it failed, would Finn's family invoke the anger of the world's oldest immortal?

The woman who had been crying was the first to sit open

"I feel so... Strange," she mumbled. Silas reached his mind out to hers. The body was that of an immortal, and given time and blood, it could become as powerful as he was. However as he touched the mind, Silas knew it was not Amara's soul that was locked in that prison of a body, but Katherine's. Eventually, Katherine's soul would adapt to it, and she'd have access to all of an immortals powers, but until that happens, she was powerless.

Before anything else could be said, Silas began to laugh. A deep, jubilant laugh. The best thing in the entire world had just happened to him. Finally, they would be free.

"I've given you what you want most in the world, Katherine. Your freedom. You are now truly immortal. Not even Klaus will be able to kill you. Enjoy the rest of eternity, Katherine. For now, though, I want you to sleep."

When Katherine's mind adapted to her new body, it would become much harder to influence with his physic power, but right at that moment, she was vulnerable. Enough that his power was able to put her right to sleep.

Katherine's eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she collapsed, just as the real Amara began to awaken. "Bring her to me!" Silas ordered.

Two of his followers climbed the altar and grabbed the crying body that had until just a few moments ago been Katherine. They pulled her down, ignoring her crying and pleading, setting her in front of him. Her eyes found his.

"Please, my love," Amara croaked. "I want the pain to stop."

"I know," he whispered back. "It will."

Silas pulled the wooden stake from his robe and drove it through the body's chest. Amara whimpered and looked down at it. Silas watched as Amara's new body began to desiccate. Her tears stopped and she looked back at him, staring until the light left her eyes.

"I'll join you soon," Silas promised, gently setting her body on the ground.

Ignoring his audience, Silas climbed the steps to the top of the altar. He ignored Stefan Salvatore's questioning look as he walked over to the vampire that wore his face. He took out a second stake and pressed it into his hands, not before planting a suggestion in Stefan's making, making absolutely sure Stefan wouldn't end his own life before Silas could trade bodies.

"Once I'm in Stefan's body, I'll tell you how," Silas promised Freya. The oldest Mikaelson nodded. "Do it."

The pain of being ripped out of his prison of a body was worse than Silas could have imagined. It felt like chains pierced his soul, literally ripping it out of his body. Had he not starved for two thousand years, Silas might have said it was the worst pain he ever felt.

Silas knew it worked when he could no longer feel the minds of everyone around him. Up until that moment, he was at least conscious of the bright minds, but now they were gone. The special sense that he always vanished. It was no longer there. Which could only mean his mind separated from his body. He was no longer immortal.

When he opened his eyes, he was on the other side of the altar. A stake was in his hand.

"Did it work?" Freya questioned. Silas couldn't help but laugh. Did it work? It worked before. He didn't understand how she could ask that when she had already done it.

"The spell to free you from your aunt's connection," Silas began to say. He turned the stake around the so the sharp end was pointed at his chest. It hovered above his head. "It's in the cloak. One of the pockets."

Silas shoved the stake through his heart. As soon as the wood pierced the vital orange, Silas felt weak. So much weaker than he even thought he could. The magic that kept Stefan Salvatore's body alive was fading, abandoning it.

The world around him dimmed. Silas could feel the icy grip of death surround him. The last thing he saw in the world of the living was Freya rush over to his old body, desperately trying to find the piece of paper he wrote the spell down on.

Ontario, Canada

The black car pulled up in front of the small cafe. As the car quieted, Mikael opened the door, and stepped out, dressed in an emasculate suit. Adjusting his tie, Mikael scanned the area around him. Towards the end of the building, three people were sitting around a wooden table, seemingly enjoying the sunny day.

Mikael smiled and made his way towards the three. "Let the games begin."

Author's Note:

Hello! I hope you have enjoyed the sixth and final chapter of Legacy of a Wish!

I do have some idea's where I want to go with this. Since this is effectively a mini set up fic, but with the way things in my life are going... I'm not sure that I can. I might set this aside to work on my other fics, depending how bad my time crunch becomes.

The spirits being tethered to an immortals body, as described in this chapter, is not canon as far as I am aware. It's an invention of mine that I've added. Consider it a result of Hope's wish, the magic of said witch binding the soul of an immortal to their body.