Klaus P.O.V
She's dead. The only person who ever cared and loved me is dead.
"Klaus I'm-"Marcel says but I cut him off.
"No! This is your fault! You could have helped her. But instead you sat there watching while my." I take a deep breath not wanting to let my thousand year old tears fall. "She's dead! Leave! Now" scared Marcel left. I can't remember the last time I cried, shed a tear yes, but cry. Never.
I bring her to the compound where everyone waits. Rebekah and Kol left the moment they saw her dead rotting body. Elijah looks away as he holds Hayley. Marcel tries to calm Davina down.
"This is your fault! You both could have prevented this! Now she's dead! My teacher, my friend, my sister. She believed in me when no one did. She understood my problems, she even helped. She thought me magic when all the other witches threw me out. When my ancestors looked away she was there. You killed my sister." Davina cries.
Monique P.O.V
Darkness is everywhere, but slowly light shines on me. I flutter my eyes open and look around me. I'm in a forest.
"Monique." A voice says. Looking behind I gasp.
"Esther." I gasp.
"Follow me." She says as we walk to a clearing, behind me I can see huts and a fire in the center.
"Where are we? Why are you here? Why am I here?" I ask.
"This was my village, the Mikaelson lived here. My entire family lived here, before I turned them into abominations." She spat.
"Their not-"
"I know what you are going to say, I'm not here to talk about that. It's about your babies." Unexpectedly she placed her hands on my stomach and smiled.
"What are you doing?" I ask worried.
"Admiring my soon to be grandchildren. I'm not going to hurt them. Hayley's child is the one that must be sacrificed, the first born draws immense power beaconing my sister." She explained.
"And I'm here why? I thought I died." I whisper.
"You did." A look at her then at the forest floor.
"But, you'll come back to life." With that my head snaps up and look at her.
Klaus P.O.V
I payed flowers on her as I close the coffin, but not before I kiss her cold lips for the last time as tears slip down my soulless eyes. We're going to burry her away from the ancestral magic of New Orleans, she deserve peace, not to be used as power after she died. We're going to burry her on a meadow, away from anything. The meadow is dead, no plants grow, on trees, and the grass is a disgusting green color. That's why it's perfect. Her magic will make it beautiful as a witches magic remains once she or he passes, her pure heart will make the once dead meadow into a living beauty. She's special and so will the meadow.
Monique P.O.V
"How? I thought my protection spell was weak, I didn't have enough magic to ensure that if I died I came back to life." I said.
"Your right but when you did that spell you allowed me to enhance it form the other side, making it more powerful allowing you and the twins to live." She smiles.
"When will I wake up?" I ask.
"In a few hours."
"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" I ask.
"No. I want to...To thank you. You made Niklaus, happy. You made him feel emotions, love, happiness, sadness. He's, he's almost like he was when he was human." Esther smiles probably from a past memory.
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FanfictionON HOLD!!! UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!! Monique Gilbert always knew she was a witch.Bonnie's Grams thought her magic at a very young age. After Grams died Spirits and dead witch started to teach her, to improve her magic, because she was special. No one...
