LUST~NIKLAUS MIKAELSON(book 1)

Chapter 16 begining of the end

I sat in a quiet corner of the library with Elijah, trying to find the right words to explain the complicated feelings I had for Niklaus. The conversation had started with me trying to be honest about my emotions and the tension that had developed between us.

"Elijah," I began, looking up at him, "I need to tell you something important. Last night-"

Before I could finish, Rebekah burst into the room, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. "Bonnie! Elijah! You need to come quickly. Henrik's condition is getting worse."

Elijah's expression changed instantly from calm to alarmed. He jumped up and followed Rebekah out of the room, and I hurried after them, my heart racing. We made our way to Henrik's room, where the atmosphere was thick with anxiety. Esther, Niklaus, and Ayana were already there, their faces etched with concern

Henrik lay on the bed, his small body appearing even more fragile. His breaths were shallow, and his skin had taken on a grayish hue. I felt a lump in my throat as I saw the distress in everyone's eyes.

The room was somber, and the air felt heavy as we all surrounded Henrik's bedside. Finn and Kol, who had been away, arrived just in time to witness the final moments. Finn's usually calm demeanor was shattered by the sight of Henrik's deteriorating condition, while Kol's face was set in a mask of raw anguish.

Esther, Niklaus, Rebekah, Finn, Kol, and Elijah were all present, their eyes fixed on Henrik. The little boy was barely conscious, his breaths shallow and labored. Niklaus's frustration and grief were evident as he paced back and forth, his hands clenching into fists.

As I knelt by Henrik's bedside, he looked up at me with wide, tearful eyes. "Sing to me," he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.

Without hesitation, I began to sing softly, my voice trembling with emotion. The song was gentle and soothing, a lullaby that I hoped would bring him some comfort. I cradled him carefully, trying to ease his suffering as much as possible. The room fell silent except for the sound of my voice and Henrik's labored breaths.

Niklaus, Finn, and Kol stood close by, their faces etched with sorrow as they watched the scene unfold. Elijah, standing beside Rebekah, looked on with a heavy heart. The brothers' eyes were filled with tears, their pain reflected in their expressions.

Henrik's breaths grew more shallow, his tiny body feeling colder in my arms. As I sang, his eyes fluttered shut, and his breathing became slower. I could feel his grip on my hand weakening, his little body slipping away.

"Stay with me," I whispered, my voice cracking as I continued to sing. "You're not alone, Henrik. We're all here for you."

The song seemed to be the only thing that offered him any peace in his final moments. His breaths finally ceased, and he lay still in my arms. I held him close, tears streaming down my face as I sang the final notes of the lullaby.

Niklaus, his face wet with tears, approached me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice breaking. "You gave him comfort in his last moments. I can't even..."

Finn and Kol both stood silently, their eyes red and puffy from crying. They exchanged looks of shared grief, their normally stoic expressions softened by the depth of their sorrow. Rebekah and Elijah were also moved, their tears falling freely as they watched the scene with heavy hearts.

The morning sun shone through the windows, its light casting a harsh contrast to the quiet despair that filled the room. We all stood together, united in our grief, mourning the loss of a young life taken too soon.

Rebekah was inconsolable. As Henrik's small body lay still, she fell to her knees beside his bed, her cries piercing the silence. Her anguished wails filled the room, raw and heart-wrenching. The death of her youngest brother was a devastating blow, and her sorrow was palpable.

Esther, deeply affected by the loss of her son, moved to Henrik's side with trembling hands. She gently stroked his hair and held his tiny hand, tears streaming down her face. Her grief was profound, her eyes red and swollen as she whispered broken words of love and farewell to her son. The strength she had shown earlier now seemed to crumble as she faced the reality of his death.

Michael, who had been a distant figure in the background, now stood apart from the family. His face was expressionless, a mixture of anger and resignation visible in his eyes. After a moment, he turned and left the house, unable to bear the scene any longer. His departure was marked by a heavy silence, his presence having become too painful to endure in the wake of Henrik's passing.

Rebekah, still on the floor, clung to Henrik's lifeless body, her sobs echoing through the room. She felt as if part of her had been torn away, and the intensity of her grief seemed to envelop everyone around her. Niklaus stood nearby, his own sorrow mingling with anger and helplessness, unable to offer her the comfort he wished he could.

Elijah, witnessing Rebekah's anguish, moved to kneel beside her, offering what support he could. His own eyes were wet with tears, his usually composed demeanor shaken by the loss of his brother. Finn and Kol, too, were caught up in their grief, their faces marked by the strain of the loss.

The room was filled with a sense of heavy silence, each family member dealing with their sorrow in their own way. The sunlight that streamed through the windows now seemed to mock the gravity of the moment, casting a cold light on the tragedy that had unfolded.

In the midst of the grief and mourning, I remained by Henrik's side, my heart aching for the little boy who had touched my life so deeply in such a short time. Rebekah's grief was a poignant reminder of the pain that such a loss could bring, and it was clear that the Mikaelson family would never be the same without Henrik.

The beginning of the end for the Mikaelsons