"If Kol, Rebekah and Finn are in these coffins, then who are in the other two?" Damon asks. Bonnie shrugs and Stefan tries to think who might be in the last two coffins.
♤♤ Klaus
I pace the hallway of my new house. Stefan just threatened to dump my coffins. If he does I will kill him and everyone else in this bloody town.
I began to panic. If they find out what is held in the coffin, they will use it against me, surely. I need to convince the Bennett witch to help me open it.
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"Why should I help you?" The Bennett witch asks.
"Because I've managed to behave myself and not kill all your friends" I reply. She raises her eyebrow.
"What's in here, anyway? Why do you want it open so badly? Why is it white and not brown like the others?" She asks. I groan.
"So many questions". She crosses her arms and waits for my reply. "Fine, I've been waiting to see whoever is in that coffin for a long time"
"How long?"
"800 years"
"Who put the spell on the coffin?"
"A very powerful witch in the early 1200s, now, if you don't stop with these questions, I might resort to my signature Klaus ways and kill you right here"
"Small problem, I can't open it, not by myself at least. I need some time"
"How long?" I growl. It's been 800 years, far too long, and I can't wait another moment. I've been alone for so long, partly my fault, having daggered every member in my family...
"A week or two" she suggests.
"You have 3 days" I threaten.
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I return to my room when the witch leaves and open a small box. It has carvings that resembles a picture drawn by a small child, my child. In the carving is a picture of two small children and two adults. Me, my wife, and my two children.
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Til We Meet Again || Klaus Mikaelson
Fanfiction"Niklaus" I whisper. My fingers starts to turn grey and vein-y and I know I don't have much time. "I love you so much" He smiles through his tears. "I love you sweetheart". He kisses me shortly. He places the ring I would have worn on my finger and...
