It was a very cold night. Mikael was just putting the last shovel of soil to cover the face of the traitor he called his son.
There was no oxygen in Klaus' lungs, his blood was still dripping, he was covered in veins and his skin was green. His heartbeat could no longer be felt and he was cold.
Light raindrops began to fall on the grass. Mikael stood, wondering what words to choose about Klaus' death. "We had some bad moments together... but for the short time I knew you as my son... I loved you." he said, taking the shovel with him and headed home.
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The rain began to fall heavily and turned into a storm. There were many lightings in the sky. The soil turned to mud. As the storm grew, almost the entire Mikaelson family mourned.
"Look how far we've come... He's dead." Rebekah said with tears in her eyes.
"Do you it doesn't hurt me too, Rebekah? I betrayed him for the second time and now he's dead." her brother, Elijah replied, clenching his teeth in pain. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.
"Let's get out of here. Isn't that what you were planning?" Kol said, not caring about his brother's death.
"You can't be serious." The girl frowned. "How can you so selfish, Kol?! He was our brother!" she shouted at him but he just left the room.
"Calm down, Rebekah. Ignore him." Elijah said. He put his hand on her shoulder.
She went to the other end of the room and pulled out a box, containing wooden figurines that Niklaus had carved for her. She picked up the little knight and remembered his words. "You have nothing to fear, Rebekah. You will be as brave as this knight and I will always be with you." Then a great storm had broken out just like this one at the moment.
"Niklaus' figurines... you're still keeping them." the older brother said. "He gave a few to me as well... In the evening he stole Mikael's knife and made them from the firewood." he explained.
"I miss him so much, Elijah." She turned to her brother and hugged him tightly with reddened eyes.
"Not just you, Rebekah... not just you." He soothed her by running his fingers through her long hair as he hugged her.
She lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling. Elijah got up and wrapped her in a blanket.
"Sweet dreams, little Rebekah." he said, kissing her on the forehead. She was already asleep, slightly flushed from crying.
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Everyone had gone to bed and it was quiet... too quiet. Rebekah woke up in the middle of the night and she was looking at the forest, where Mikael had buried Klaus, through the window.
As she stared behind her reflection, she saw something else. A fugure. When she realized who it was she quickly runned outside. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks and reached her chin. When she reached her brother she hugged him tightly.
"You're alive!" she said with relief.
He was soaking wet from the rain outside. "You're not going to get rid of me so easily, little sister." Klaus told her, kissing her on the cheek.
"But... how are you alive? We thought you died... Mikael too."
Klaus took a breath and replied. "I know... and I'm counting on it."
Rebekah felt weird because she knew she had to hide that her brother was alive.
"We have to tell Elijah--" she began, but he interrupted her.
"Absolutely not."
His sister raised an eyebrow. "He suffers a lot, we have to tell him."
Klaus took her hand. "We'll tell him soon, little sister." he told her quietly. "Can I stay in your room for the night?"
"Of course." she answered.
They went inside and after a short conversation, Rebekah made the other bed and they fell asleep.
