𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 - Klaus Mikaelson

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

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I groaned as my head pounded. It felt like a hammer was repeatedly being bashed against my skull. I slowly sat up as I forced my eyes to open. I was completely disoriented, I was surprised I even knew my name, I was so confused.

"Finally." A deep voice spoke quietly, just above a whisper. I blinked my eyelids as I adjusted to my surroundings. I was in a room I had never seen before. It was dark and cold, a concrete room with boxes and crates scattered around. I spotted three coffins in the corner of the room, and that's when I noticed I sat in one similar. A white-stained wood coffin with soft white bedding. I glanced around the room confusedly when I noticed him-- my husband.

I smile as I lay my eyes on him, his beautiful face staring at me with my favourite dimple-showing smile. I launched forward, wrapping my arms around his neck in a comforting hug. His face fell into the crook of my neck with a sigh.

As my mind slowly cleared, the fog drifting away...I remembered. I pulled away from him slowly, dropping my hands in my lap as I watched him with hurt. He broke my heart.

"What is the date?" I whispered slowly, my voice cracking as the memories of the last time I saw him came to me. He looked down at his feet before looking back into my eyes. His hand reached up to stroke my cheek as he spoke.

"February 6th." He whispered. I chuckled lightly as I shook my head. He woke me the day before our anniversary--some gift.

"The year, Nik." I was almost afraid to hear it. How long has he had me locked in this coffin?

He hesitated, opening his mouth to answer but nothing formed. He shook his head slowly as he collected his thoughts.

"It's 1975, my love." I almost gasped. It's been a hundred years...

It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces, the fragments striking my airways, making it hard to breathe. Of all people, he was the last one I thought to betray me. I swung my legs over the edge of the coffin, jumping down to the cement floor. I looked over my body, noticing the white nightgown I was put to sleep in, no doubt much out of date. 

"Priscilla..." He said quietly, just a whisper. He could sense my pain, my heartbreak. I looked at him with tears in my eyes as I backed away from him, his hand reaching out instinctively. I shook my head as I stepped away. Telling him no but also trying to shake the tears from my eyes.

"Why?" My voice strained, cracking from my emotions. I had suspicions about his reasonings but I wasn't entirely sure why he did what he did.

"Priscilla. I regretted it immediately, I tried to get the witch to wake you but the spell was final." He said, trying to defend himself. I sighed as I stared at him.

"I am your wife...four hundred years meant nothing to you." I was shouting, I didn't mean to but my emotions got the best of me.

"You were right. Your power, I feared it." He reached out for me again and I wanted nothing more than to go to him. I blinked away the tears, my voice getting caught in my throat as the sobs threatened to escape instead.

"You push everyone away because of your fears. You do wicked things because of it..." My voice was barely audible.

I continued to back away, stepping toward the metal sliding door behind me, preparing to leave indefinitely.

"My love, please." He begged as he took slow steps toward me, his own tears spilling over his cheeks. I wanted to reach out and wipe them away, pull him into my arms and tell him we'll be okay. But I couldn't.

"I love you..." I whispered before speeding out the door and into the night. I had no destination, just away from him. For my own sanity, I had to leave. He was my everything and he threw it away because of his fears. I had always stood by him, but he couldn't stand by me.