Heaven help the fool who falls in love

When we were children

When we were children we used to play by the woods.

When we were children we'd laugh and cry.
We dance until our feet hurt and climb the tallest trees.

When we were children he held my hand.

When we were children he invited me to play.

When we were children we were innocent. We were free.

Him and I grew up together. I watched him become the person he is today.

From a distance.

Niklaus was the outcast of his family. 

Him and his desire for adventure, his curiosity and grand ambition. His curly blond hair.

That's why he came to me.

I would catch him lurking outside my hut as my mother and her friends tried to explain to me the use of a billion herbs.

He would call to me in secret and I would follow him.

He took me into fields of daises and laid beside me. He put flowers in my hair.

I taught him nature's healing properties and in return he showed me to hunt.

I already knew how to defend myself.

The boy was all kindness, all joy, all grace.

And I was innocence, serenity and peace.

Notice how everything is in the past tense...

Our parents were filled with a fear that fuels most of humans desires.

They took away Klaus' innocence, along with his siblings.

The first vampires.

As for me, I could not be turned. I was already a witch.

But my mother would not let me die.

They placed a spell on me. Immortality.

Forever to suffer in this world.

After his mother died, Klaus left. He did not say goodbye. Not a word. 

I got on with my life.

We fell in and out of contact over the centuries. We had our moments. But not anymore.

And today, the world knows him as the man whom they shiver with fear at the name. The heartless, merciless Niklaus Mikealson.

I'm not afraid of him. I've heard the stories. I'm not afraid of him.

I'm the most powerful witch in London. I cannot be killed. The only witch who cannot be killed. He should fear me.

But now the great Niklaus needs me, for some stupid spell. Of course he does. After all these years.

I always remained in contact with his siblings over the centuries, especially his youngest brother Kol.

But Niklaus, I had not seen him for over a century. Not since the last time he had left me stranded on that small french coastal town.

However whenever I found myself in any sort of trouble, my troubles would mysteriously be fixed by a mystery figure. Just as stories of  Klaus' disappearance from New Orleans would arrive. He never stayed long enough for me to locate him. 

Classic Niklaus.

I guess we both have changed. Had to change, to survive.

Maybe had we not been cursed for eternity, we would have been married in the field of daises hand in hand and laid there to rest at the end of our time, hand in hand.