Chapter 31 – The Shadow in the Wind
The world was still burning.
Smoke rose from the shattered ground, bodies lay torn and broken, and the air was thick—choking with the stench of ash and blood.
And in the heart of all that devastation, stood Alexander—victorious, blood-soaked, breathing like a storm that refused to settle.
At his feet, Kol Mikaelson was barely alive.
Alexander raised his hand, ready to end it all. No more chances, no room for mercy.
The blade of fire and vengeance burned in his grip—and the time had come to finish what pain had begun.
But then…
The wind changed.
A sharp cold swept across the battlefield, sudden and harrowing, as if death itself exhaled among them.
Everyone felt it—Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah—they all turned toward the unnatural chill.
Alexander froze in place.
A passing flicker.
Black mist twisted in the wind—too fast to see.
Then—
Hiss!
Kol vanished.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow had taken him.
Alexander's eyes widened.
"No."
With terrifying speed, Alexander lunged forward and seized the shadow by the throat, dragging it into the open.
The others turned, weapons raised, uncertain if this was a new enemy.
But…
The mist faded.
And Alexander's face changed entirely—into utter silence and disbelief.
His grip loosened.
"…Katherine," he whispered her name, barely able to get the word out.
The woman cloaked in black smiled.
It wasn't the smile of a friend.
Nor that of a savior.
It was the smile of a ghost… untouched by death.
She wore a cloak of shadows and silk, her eyes glowing with deep darkness, and in her hand—a black sword shimmered, steeped in dark magic.
"Hello, darling," she said, in a deceptively soft tone.
Then—
Shink!
She struck with speed and savagery.
Alexander screamed in pain as her blade sliced through his forearm down to the bone, blood spraying into the air like a fountain.
His grip shattered.
Kol collapsed to the ground, gasping.
Katherine didn't wait.
She seized Kol, melted into the wind, and disappeared into the shadows once more.
Gone.
Just like that.
And the battlefield fell silent.
Alexander dropped to his knees, clutching his bleeding arm, his face drenched in pain—but not just the physical kind.
"Katherine…" he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and rage. "She was dead. She was dead."
Stefan stepped forward hesitantly, stunned:
"How? How is she still alive?"
Damon stared into the dark horizon, his jaw clenched:
"That bitch never dies."
Klaus's voice was like ice:
"Kol's allies… go deeper than we thought."
Rebekah whispered:
"So… it's not over, is it?"
Alexander rose slowly, his eyes still locked on the shadows where Katherine had vanished.
His eyes burned with something ancient…
Something dangerous.
"No." He said it quietly, decisively.
"It's only just begun."
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The battlefield still smoldered, smoke curling from scorched earth that groaned beneath their feet.
But the true explosion wasn't fire, or blood—it was silence.
That heavy… echoing silence.
At the very center, Alexander stood, pulling his severed arm back into place with an eerie calm, as if the act warranted no alarm.
His body was already healing—bones fusing, muscles knitting together, skin reweaving itself as though nothing had ever happened.
He moved his fingers once… then again.
Then tilted his neck, and they all heard a loud crack, like someone waking from a long sleep.
And then they knew the truth.
He was alive.
Not just a soul trapped in a broken body.
Not a cursed man screaming in a crumbling mind.
But alive… fully.
"Well… by the creator of hell, what the hell is going on here?" Damon finally said, staring at him like a glitch in the fabric of reality. "You're alive? Alive… alive?!"
Alexander raised a brow. "I mean… I'm walking, talking, bleeding a little… so yeah, very alive."
Stefan said, mouth slightly agape in astonishment:
"You're healing…! That wasn't possible before. You were cursed, human, mortal, fragile."
Alexander smiled.
"I was."
Klaus crossed his arms, eyes narrowing to hide both his surprise—and his sarcasm.
"So what are you now exactly? A nuclear bomb in the shape of a vampire?"
Alexander turned to him and said:
"Maybe both."
Damon stepped closer and tapped Alexander's chest with the back of his hand—then recoiled, wincing.
"Ah, no… nope, not human anymore, that's for sure." He muttered, shaking his head. "Were you always this solid?"
Alexander replied with a sly smile:
"Want to find out?"
Rebekah chuckled softly.
"This is insane… moments ago we were mourning you, and now you're tearing through Kol's army like some blazing monarch."
As for Elijah, as always, he calmly adjusted his suit and said:
"So Bonnie succeeded. She restored your soul to your original body… but the body is different. Stronger."
Bonnie stepped forward from the back, as the dust clouds finally cleared, and said:
"I used witch blood as we planned. I gathered all the power and magic I could… but to survive the curse, and stand against Kol, I had to make a choice."
Alexander raised a brow:
"You made me a vampire?"
Bonnie answered calmly:
"No. You did. You chose to fight. You chose to survive. Don't you remember?"
Alexander looked at her quietly and spoke with slight sarcasm:
"To be honest, I don't remember anything, really. The last thing I recall is dying at Kol's hands. Then I woke up at the house and you told me Kol was going to kill everyone… so I came here… and here we are."
A long silence followed.
Then suddenly, Klaus laughed heartily, throwing his head back.
"I've wondered if anyone could ever surprise Kol. I didn't expect it to be you, brother."
"Don't call me brother," Alexander said, but the smile never left his lips.
Damon looked at Stefan:
"Are we just going to ignore the fact that he got hotter after becoming a vampire?"
Stefan sighed:
"Damon…"
Alexander merely wiped the blood from his cheek with the sleeve of his coat, smiling lightly:
"Missed me?"
Damon replied instantly:
"You were literally dead—how could we not miss you?!"
Everyone stood in a strange circle: the Originals, the Salvatores, Bonnie…
A rare stillness settled over the battlefield. No screams. No killing. No new blood.
Alexander… was alive.
And for just one brief moment… that was enough.
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