Celia pushed open the double doors to the entrance hall of the Mikaelson mansion. Last night, many people gathered in front of the staircase to celebrate Christmas days with the richest family in town. Food and drinks were served by compelled waiters who also were little blood bags walking around.
After spending more than two years by Kol's side, she got used to the little massacres inside the house, as long as she didn't have to witness a murder. When she reached the doors to the living room, two coffins caught her eyes. Standing neatly in the corner, she knew one belonged to Finn, who was daggered over 800 years ago when the siblings had their first dramatic argument about a possible feature. But the second seemed quite out of place for her.
When she opened the doors to the living room and stepped inside, Niklaus was already awake, his clothed back turned to the sister-in-law.
„Is there any reason for the pair of coffins in the living room?" With two of her slender fingers, she brushed the bleach-blonde strands out of her sight to take a long glance at Niklaus. The only member of the Mikaelson family to be currently around.
„I wish you would have stayed away longer, love." A sigh of frustration escaped his lips, almost an inaudible sound for a human being like her. Turning around to the female, he revealed the plans for the future without saying another word.
A dagger inside of his right hand while he slowly dipped the sharp tip into a small green-faded glass; the ash of a white oak tree. The particular thing to murder an Original, one of the first vampires, and Celia could imagine where he was going with it.
„Niklaus, no." Realization slowly settled in, the infamous water dwelling in her eyes to escape as small droplets over the soft, cherry red tint-covered cheeks. The past days, he had reoccurring arguments with Kol about his manners and the unpleasant blood lust which put their secret identity at risk.
„It's the only way to not risk exposure. We are tired of running and he's not one who talks about those situations. " Niklaus explained, twirling the dagger inside the white-greyish powder with a smile. On the inside, he was burning with guilt, feeling his stomach twisting for the tenth time and the pain slowly crawling to his heart as he thought about pushing the dagger through his brother's chest without his acceptance and knowledge.
„Niklaus, please. Kol has found love in this terrible eternity he's trapped in, don't rip us apart." By the time, Niklaus stood in front of Celia, she was already pleading with him to stop the thoughts of daggering his youngest brother. But nothing would change what he has planned; no one could stand in his way.
„Celia, darling?" The cheerful and gentle voice echoed through the empty rooms of the mansion, a house the Mikaelsons have built together to stay as a family. A distant memory of how it started when the siblings stopped running from their father and accepted the fate of being killed one day. But living normally between the humans, a usual life and a home was worth the play with life and death.
„Klaus, don't do this to him." With her trembling hands, Celia reached out for the dagger in his hand, trying to peel the calloused fingers of the Mikaelson off the strong material but her thoughts moved faster than she could. Before she was even able to lay a finger on him, he was gone and the dreadful coughs of Kol rang in her ears — a sound, she would never forget.
Pushing her strength into her legs, Celia ran through the corridors of the mansion until her teary-eyed gaze landed on the two brothers. Niklaus was kneeling beside one of his younger siblings, thick fingers stroking over his grey, cold face, whispering little apologies for the choice he had to make.
And when the combination of werewolf and vampire stood up from his position and cleaned his hands, the blonde fell to her knees. Not interested in how much the collision could mark her or bring pain afterward; the image in front of her was the worst nightmare. In the middle of the entrance hall, sprawled out on the comfortable carpet, lifeless and his usual rosy skin covered in dark grey fissures, laid the love of her life.
„He will come for you, Niklaus. There will come a day when you will need Kol's help, and when you pull that dagger out, it will be your death sentence." Her words were spoken with rage, spoken with a burning desire to drive a dagger through his heart but a human being like her, she wasn't a match for him.
„He can't kill me." A statement, which wasn't completely true but partly. Bound to the moon and the sun, Niklaus was a special species. Werewolf and vampire, the enemies since the first Originals existed, combined inside one man. A curse to carry both parts inside of him but never being able to use the animalistic creature as Esther decides to ban it away for the greater good.
„He can't, maybe not." Heaving herself off the ground, she wiped the remaining tears underneath her eyes away with the back of her hand. „But you fear him, all of you do. He's reckless, he's a maniac and he will be a little bit extra psycho for when you will meet him again." Celia wasn't threatening him anymore, she was telling him the truth. Honest words about a part of Kom that she started to shut out of his system but once he would wake up, and she wouldn't be able to be by his side, the endless rage would rain down on Niklaus, and he would have wished, he would have listened to Celia.
„Then I will wait until this day arrives, until then lovely Celia, this is not your home anymore as your lover isn't truly alive." Niklaus waved his hands around to gesture to the two compelled males inside and carry Kol's body to the second coffin behind them.
„Let me at least say goodbye to him, for now," Celia begged, knowing that it could be a century or only a few years. Either way, it tore her heart apart.
„I can't allow that, Celestina." Niklaus crossed his arms over his chest, watching closely over his shoulder how the two workers handled his brother. Even if he daggered him, and got rid of him after being way too much of a psychopath, he didn't want them to get hurt by someone else. „If you pull the dagger out, and I know you will use your chance, you're as cunning as Kol himself, I would have to kill you. I can't raise his anger further."
