!editing! MY LOVE ( k mikaelson )

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( NEW ORLEANS, 1919 )

NIKLAUS MIKAELSON entered the room where his fiancée was surrounded by handmaidens, all trying to get her ready. when she sees him a smile forms on her lips before she shoos all the women away. klaus outstretches his hand for her to take and she accepts it graciously.

"you look divine, my love." he breathes. elle wore a long red gown and her blonde hair had been plaited precisely with flowers weaved in and out of each braid.

"why, thankyou." she blushed, looking down. "if only i could breathe in this bloody corset." klaus chuckled, smiling widely at the girl. his girl.

when a knock on the door is heard nik goes over to open it and excuses himself, before leaving the room with whomever was at the door. knowing that her fiancee was a busy man, elle moved backwards towards a large sofa and sat down on it, smiling to herself. tonight klaus was taking her to the theatre to celebrate new orleans' triumph and she didn't think that anything could ruin her mood.

when he returns to the room his face is a ghostly white, causing elle to immediately worry and rush over to him.

"nik, darling, are you quite alright?" she soothes, placing a hand on his cheek. he seems emotionless, different. "what did they want?"

instead of responding, klaus places his hands firmly on his love's shoulders, steadying himself for what he knew he needed to do.

"nik.. you're scaring me." elle tries to step away but his firm grip held her in place. "please niklaus, speak to me."

tears well in his eyes as klaus shakily splutters out, "i'm so sorry my love." before she can react, klaus had forced a dagger into elle's heart. she gasps, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' shape. tears cloud her eyes and she can feel her body immobilising. as her face starts to turn grey and overcome with veins, klaus holds her limp body in his arms. "i'm so sorry."