Heaven help the fool who falls in love

the impossible {possibility}

"Niklaus," I trembled, meeting his eyes again. They were soft, loving even.

He reached out, his hand clutching mine. It was warm.

I did not pull away this time.

"I'm dying, Ophelia."

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"What," I stammer in disbelief, trying to wrap my head around what he had just said. "That- That's not even possible."

Klaus' eyes grew sadder still, I knew there was more to this story.

He nodded slowly, painfully.

"I'm afraid it is, my love."

Suddenly what he had just told me hit me.

This man, this boy whom I had loved and simultaneously hated all my life was dying.

Even if I never saw him, I never imagined having to live in a world without him.

It was never even a possibility.

Instantly tears began rushing down my checks. I could not contain them.

They were a mix of memories, fear and uncertainty.

I hadn't cried in so long.

Perhaps not since the last time I stood beside Niklaus.

Instinctively, Niklaus wrapped his strong, comforting arms around me, wrapping me in tightly.

For the first time in a long time I felt safe, loved.

But then I remembered the circumstances.

"Shh, my love. Everything is going to be ok, that's why you're here, remember?"

I pulled away slightly, nodding against his chest.

"Niklaus," I breathed out.

Klaus titled my chin with his large hands so I could look at him.

"I can't loose you."

"i know, my love. And i- i- can't loose you too." he looked away at the end.

"You won't loose me. I'm not the one dying after all," I laughed, in attempt to lightened the mood and stop me from crying.

Klaus didn't reply but I noticed him turn his face from as his eyes began to well up.

I decided not to bring attention to it.

I pulled away from Klaus' body and jumped off the bed, standing straight with my arms crossed against my chest.

"So tell me what I've got to do and I'll do it," I confirmed.

I was annoyed at myself for my moment of weakness. I did not want to seem weak. I wasn't weak. I was beyond capable of perhaps anything one could name.

And I had loss plenty of loved ones in my time, if he was to die he wasn't the first person who I would miss. I almost believed my own words in this.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple dear. Even for you, the most brilliant gifted vampire I've ever known," he flattered me with the truth.

I raised my eyebrow at him. What could he have possibly gotten himself into that I could not fix.

"You see my love. There's this curse. It was placed on me many years ago by a group of extremely powerful original witches, few of the last pure supernatural bloodline. However it was only just recently, ah, broken. And hence I do indeed seem to be dying."

"Okay, I'm going to need a bit more information if you expect me to be able to do something with it. What exactly was the curse?" I questioned him as I began pacing around his large bedroom in deep thought while he remained still, watching me from his grand bed.

"Let's just say w--I did something very bad long ago. Bad enough to upset the entire coven. All I know is that they vowed that if I ever touched anyone from their bloodline again or returned to that place I would begin a slow death. They all gathered in a circle, holding hands around me and there was fire and blah blah blah all that witchy stuff."

I stopped pacing, "So you killed one of them didn't you? That's what broke the curse. Dammit Niklaus!"

Klaus did not answer me, so I took that as a yes.

"Klaus I can only just control nature. I don't- I don't know how I can reverse the spell. What if i-. I need time. Maybe if I used the fire..."

Klaus, stood up and walked over to me, laughing.

"Opehlia, my love. I don't expect you to perform a grand witchy spell to save the day. It's quite the opposite really. It's a particular predicament, that, um, requires you to be in the spell for the curse to be lifted."

"What. So I'm here for you to kill me in your spell?" I stammered in perplex.

Klaus' faces turned serious, "Don't you dare ever think I would do something to hurt you ever agin. God, you can be so stupid sometimes."

His words stung a little, I'll admit.

"Think of it like the spell is being done to you."

"But why me?"

"Because you're just the only one who can be in it. No other questions necessary."

His half-answer confused me. This all didn't make sense. But if it was to save Klaus' life I was prepared to do anything. I wouldn't let him know that though.

 "As for the witch," he continued as a broad smile crept across his face, "I know one. My half-sister to be exact. Freya. I don't believe you've meant her yet."

My mouth fell open in disbelief. Freya? I had heard stories of her as a child, but the stories always ended when she had been killed when she was just a child. It couldn't be the same person.

But before I could question Klaus, he turned his head and my mouth gaped even wider at what I say.

There were fine pieces of grey hairs, perhaps only which someone with superhuman vision could detect, but still they were there. They rested right behind his ear. They had never been there before.

He really was dying.