Cowardly Goodbyes

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What/who does Angel look like to y'all? Just curious!😃

***Mikaelson (human) era***

Angel jogged through the shadowed forest, skillfully dodging the withering limbs of the weeping trees. She released a small gasp, as her chest clenched in pain and the sharp intakes of breath she took sliced through her panicking lungs. After numbness began to consume her body, she flung herself against the rough trunk of the nearest tree.

"Please, please, please," she whispered. "Please, Ana, please. Come back, Tia. Please, please, please..." The words escaped her chapped lips in a crisp exit. Angel did not beg, but if it meant her sister could come back, then she would.

Her nails clawed at the decaying bark. She thought that if she hurt herself enough, she would wake up. She would be free from this nightmare of a life, if she could just wake up. But Angel was not fooled by the shiny temptation of optimism and hope---no, Angel knew she could not wake up.

Tatiana was dead; the blonde could feel it. She felt the wicked snap of Atropos' rusty shears clamp down on her sister's thread of life.

Angel was a failure---a disgrace. She failed in her mission. She had failed her family and herself. Angel did not protect her twin. That was the only thing she had to do, and she failed. "Please, please, please.."

Angel was weak.

Her dulling eyes gazed at her surroundings. She was in her fading piece of heaven: the place where she took Kol the night of the bonfire.

Her head snapped to the left, as she heard the sound of a twig breaking, then she breathed a humorless laugh. She had no right to be fearful. Angel deserved to suffer; she deserved to be beaten and broken, and she deserved to be ravaged by the bleak fangs of Death....well, maybe she did not deserve to die. Was death really such a cruel fate, when you had nothing else to live for? No, death would be too kind.

Angel's entire existence revolved around the life of the doppelgänger. Angel's life was only meant for one thing, and that was to balance out the doppelgänger's. That was it. She was not alive to fall in love, travel, or experience joy. She was alive so the doppelgängers could live. It was as simple as that and absolutely undeniable.

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the layered material of her dress. Her nerves were sparking with uncontrolled electricity, while her mind was speeding one thousand miles an hour. She had nothing to go back to. She had no reason to stay. Her father would undoubtedly blame her for the death of his favorite daughter when he discovered the body, and she couldn't be angry with him. It was her fault; she had failed.

"I'm sorry, Tia. I'm so sorry..so sorry.."

Shiny tears glistened over her almond-colored orbs, and her hand slowly dropped the wrinkled and blooded material.

"Oh, don't cry," she hissed, "don't cry."

There was no use in crying; Tatiana was gone, and shedding drops of liquid misery would not bring her back. Her current father always told her that tears were contemptible, and she was so tired of being hated. She was exhausted of being pathetic.

Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. 'I'll leave,' she thought to herself. 'I'll leave and purge this village of the heavy weight of a burden. I'll bless this village with my absence, and spare them of the inconvenience of getting rid of it themselves.'

It...Angel was truly unsure if she was a person. People were supposed to live a real life. Angel was meant for allowing someone to have a life. So, no, she did not consider herself a person. She was a thing. An it.

With her mind made up, she straightened her spine and hurried to a small burrow that she dug under the roots of a tree. Her heart trembled, as she grasped the small bindle sack that she had packed away for an emergency. She had to go.

Sadness bubbled in her stomach at the thought of leaving the Mikaelson siblings behind. She would miss her crazy dances with Rebekah, the gentle sword fights with Elijah, the deep conversations with Finn, and the late sneak-outs with Niklaus, but she would miss the times with Kol most of all.

She would miss the playful bickers that always ended in laughs and the piggy-back rides to the lake. She would miss the way his brilliant eyes sparkled with mischief, and the devious smirk that was always soft when aimed at her. She would crave the way he held her against his chest when she was having trouble falling asleep. She would miss Kol so very much...

But this was for the best. She would not be 'selfish' this time. She would spare this town of her repulsive presence. With a small sigh, she began to walk to the exit in the loop of trees.

"What are you doing?"

Her eyes widened, as she spun around to face the deep voice. "Kol," she breathed, "why are you here?"

Her eyes widened in heartbreak as he crept out of the shadows. His dark hair was arranged in messy distress, and his beautiful eyes were cold and coated with blood-lust. His body radiated power and darkness, and his lips were glazed with a villager's blood. She was too weak to protect the Mikaelsons as well. She was absolutely useless.

He shrugged and stepped closer towards her. He was testing to see if she feared him, daring her to be scared. A big part of him wanted to taste the fear, but the vanishing piece of humanity he still had continued to beg for her acceptance of this curse his mother bestowed upon him. But she was leaving. She was ashamed, so she was abandoning him. That angered the newly-turned vampire.

Angel was not scared or ashamed of Kol, but he did not know that. He could not experience others emotions like Angel could. "I'm leaving."

"Me," he spat bitterly, "you're leaving me."

She shook her head in denial, but his eyes were clouded by false betrayal. "You're giving up on what we have. You're scared of what you feel!" His rant continued, while she shook her head at every word. He was wrong, but his senses were increased. He could not stop his inner doubts from bubbling to the surface.

"Kol, that's not rig-"

"Why do you have to be so cowardly," he bellowed.

Her jaw clenched dejectedly. She didn't want to fight anymore. She was so tired of fighting. Kol could think what he wanted to if he would not let her explain. He would find a better girl, who was not a waste of breath, and he would forget all about Angel. Maybe him hating her would be better. Maybe his hate would make him forget about his devotion to her. Her leaving would be better for everyone.

"Because I am cowardly, darling, and I always will be. Goodbye, Kol." Her eyes glossed with tears, as she turned back around and continued her leave.

"You're not leaving me," he snapped in hatred, before speeding to her and shoving her back against a tree.

Her eyes widened, as she slowly looked down, before silently raising her gaze back to his shocked and regretful orbs. She tried to speak, but realized she could not get any words out due to the blood pushing from her throat and through her gasping lips. Kol's and was shoved into her chest. His eyes were that last thing she saw before her heart was ripped from her body.

"no," Kol whispered, "no, no, No, No, NO, NO! This is wrong! It's not right! I'm sorry, Angel! I'm so sorry, my love!" Tears poured down his cheeks, as he shook her. He could not process what to do. In an act of desperation, he bit into his wrist and shoved it to her mouth.

"Wake up, Angel! Please, please, please..."

But Angel was gone. She was dead, and Kol was the one who killed her. With her death came the the end of Kol's humanity, and Angel would not be seen again until a doppelgänger by the name of Katerina would take her first breath, and history would repeat itself.

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