Heaven help the fool who falls in love

a trip down memory lane

The Mikealson family and I were sitting at the large dinning table in the compound's bottom floor. All sharing the range of delicacies the Mikealsons were accustomed to. But the conversation was not as pleasant.

"So what exactly is the master plan?" I asked, raising my eyebrow sat Freya.

Freya hesitated. "That exactly I do not know. It's still a bit of a work in process."

"We do have a first step though," prompted Elijah.

"Yes, well that depends on comfort. I need to access your brain, your memories to try to find the information needed for the spell," said Freya hesitantly. 

"What type of information?",  I questioned.

"That's for me to worry about. I should be able to recognise it when I discover it," replied Freya.

I nodded slowly. "Sure, why not? What's the harm? I'm here to find a solution aren't I?"

Freya smiled sadly, "Thank you," she half whispered to me.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Klaus drop his head into his hands.

Weird. This was all so weird. Everyone was acting so weird around me. 

"Here let me put your mind at ease first," smiled Rebekah, reaching out across the table to caress my cheek softly. I felt Freya grip both of my hands tightly.

Suddenly I was no longer at the Mikealson family table and all noise grew quiet.

My peripherals were filled with luscious greenery, thin trees with bright leaves. 

My home.

Where I had been born, raised. Along with the Mikealsons.

A place of comfort. There was no pain here, not for the early years at least.

I silently thanked Rebekah for knowing me so well.

I laid down among the fallen leaves and twigs, resting.

But then all at once, my head started spinning. A hundreds different thoughts rushing in all at once.

I knew Freya must be searching through my memories, but it was overwhelming as she tried to settle upon the right one.

I closed my eyes with the pain.

When I reopened them, Freya stood before me.

She smiled at me, then she took my hand, helping me up and guiding me into a clearing just past the trees near where I lay.

I heard the laughter of children, of freedom.

"Niklaus, Niklaus, put me down I said!" a laughing girl, that looked so very different from me sung.

She was raised and easily swung around in the air by the boy, a glowing, imagination influenced, unrecognisable Niklaus.

I felt Freya watch me as I smiled in nostalgia at the sight before me.

Turning my head slightly, I saw a tiny Kol hiding in a nearby shrub, watching the two of us play.

"I thought we'd start off gentle," she murmured before snapping her fingers and the scene around us changed at once.

We were on an island, its crystal blue waters and palm trees ever so beautiful. 

The fields lined with magnificent rows of glimmering violets.

"Oh no," I whispered.

I knew I was about to relive a moment I had tried ever so hard to keep out.

But Freya looked startled, "This is wrong, there's supposed to be more."

I wasn't really listening to her though, I was preparing myself for what I knew would come next.

But she was right, the version of myself from this time was no where to be found.

Thinking back to that night, it was all a blur. I thought I had blocked majority of it out to escape the trauma, but shouldn't my memory still have it stored?

With that thought, out of thin air the body of Niklaus and I appeared right before us.

"I'm so sorry, my sweet love. I hope one day you will forgive me darling." 

And with that I watched him snap my neck swiftly, my heart breaking all over again.

I looked away, to hide my forming tears.

Then, for a few, long seconds the scene faded completely dark.

When the world reappeared, my body woke. Woke to the sight of her lover, Niklaus, fading off into the distance at sea.

Not looking back, once.

The girl before me fell to the ground, overcame with emotions. 

She was so weak, so helpless. How greatly I despised her.

Yet still, I couldn't help the gush of tears that rolled down my cheeks. 

This was all too much for me. Nothing made sense.

My breathing became shallow and rapid.

Freya was nowhere in sight.

Ophelia. Ophelia. Ophelia. Ophelia. Ophelia please.

Voices were saying my name but I couldn't make out where they coming from.

I tried to focus on the voices. Let my body drift towards them. Towards the light.

I felt hands shaking me desperately. I inhaled sharply and opened my eyes to the burning light.

I was back at the Mikealson table, back in real life.

Everyone at last exhaled.

I noticed my cheeks were stained and wet.

I felt Kol clasp my hand, fear in his eyes. But I shook him off.

My eyes found Klaus, who had been pacing near the table. A expression of undeniable anxiety and discomfort smeared on his face.

I stalked over to him, his eyes trebling at my sight.

'I'm sorry-," his voice broke but I cut him off.

"Show me your memories. NOW."

He gritted his teeth, "There's so much you don't know, Ophelia."

"Then show me," I replied sharply.

Freya cut through the tension, "We can't. We already tried. I'm not strong enough to reach his memories."

I leaned in close to Klaus, ready to release my anger but Freya cut me off again.

"But she has too many gaps Niklaus. It won't work. She has to re-remember first."

"What gaps?" my anger turned to Freya.

"Like I said, there's so much you don't know Ophelia," Klaus had the audacity to say to me.

"Then, like I said, fill me in." I attacked, "Care to share why you left the person you claim to love ever so much, without even an explanation, a second look?" The tears began to fall again.

"Upstairs. Now." Klaus vampire sped up the stairs, disappearing.

I turned around to the tense Mikealson siblings, curtsied deeply then followed Klaus at the same speed.

When I got into the room, I smacked right into him.

The tears were streaming at an alarming speed now. I began to push him backwards forcefully.

"Huh, what do you have to say for yourself?"

I pushed him back again.

"After all this time?"

Yet again I pushed him.

He merely accepted my shoves.

"Come on! Stand up for yourself!" I screamed.

I went to push him for a forth time but he caught my wrist and forced me into his arms. He pulled me into a tight hug, his hands soothing my hair softly, holding me while I collapsed into his arms yet again.

"I never wanted to leave you, Ophelia. You have to trust me. I really did love you. I still..."

Klaus always did know how to calm me down when I was in one of my fits.

When the crying slowed, he brought his hands to my cheeks, brushing the tears from my cheeks softly.

"There's too much nostalgia here already. How about a walk?" he asked me.

I nodded into his chest.

As we left the room I stole a glance at the framed girl on the beach, I reminded myself I was no longer that girl anymore even as I allowed Klaus to lead me blindly outside.