Ambience ~ n.m.

30; Just Cremate Them Already

'Home Alone" by Ansel Elgort

"And miss your smile. 

And miss your laughs. 

I miss the memories from our past."

I was so excited.

After Rebekah had explained to me what the whole "Casket Girls" parade was about and how she started the whole thing, I jumped right on the bandwagon. All morning I was trying to pick out a dress that to fit over my now very prominent pregnant belly. But, I have to remember that this shit sucks.

I struggle with the zipper of a white lace dress. Okay, it wasn't that cute, but, since I'm stubborn, I've been working at the zipper for five minutes. I should know when to give up because this zipper isn't going anywhere.

"Would you like some assistance, love?" A British accent asks, making me smile. I look up in the floor length mirror and see Klaus standing behind me in the doorframe.

"I don't even know why I try. It'll be like stuffing me in a sausage casing," I sigh, twisting my face that matched my growing frustration. Klaus strode over and lingered his fingers on my back before zipping it up and buttoning the top. He brought his lips to the base of my neck and lightly kissed it. I hummed at the tingly feeling that skimmed stones over my nerves. "I'm pretty sure there aren't any Casket Girls that are pregnant. Huh, too bad I want to be cremated," I joke.

"It'll be a million years before you die, sweetheart. Plus, you always look beautiful. You could be wearing a burlap potato sack and still be the most stunning woman in the room," Klaus compliments, moving my hair to one shoulder.

"You flatter me, Niklaus Mikaelson," I giggle and twirl the dress of the skirt. "Well, there isn't a point to this dress. I feel like the Grinch standing here, making plans, when in the end I'll just say, 'That's it! I'm not going!'" I laugh out the reference. Klaus's brows furrowed in confusion. I roll my eye in remembrance that Klaus is a one-thousand-year-old Original vampire that probably doesn't have time to watch 'The Grinch'. "Never mind. A Gilbert family tradition to watch every Christmas movie under the sun," I say, twirling the skirt.

Klaus circles me to stop in front of me. "You know, if you want to go, I would be more than glad to take you," Klaus asks.

"Depends. I might just want to eat my weight in ice cream and Ho-Ho's and watch Supernatural all night," I tell him.

Klaus raises a brow, "Supernatural?"

"A TV show that I need to show you, yes. I might go," I sigh. "Do you mind undoing this?" I asked gesturing to the back of the dress.

"Of course, love," he circles me again and his hands find the buttons. He undoes the back and places his hands on my lower back. I close my eyes and sigh at the touch. He kisses my shoulder and smiles mischievously.

"Hm, you are going to get it, Klaus Mikaelson," I hum.

"Look forward to it, darling," he chuckles as he turns around and leaves the room.

That dick.

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I angrily took another white dress to Rebekah's on growing stack of white dresses. Hayley was also picking through dresses for the Casket Girl parade. "Just found out that Davina's missing. Where the hell is she?" I sigh in a worrisome tone.

"Walked out the front door, apparently," Rebekah states.

"I told her that the witch elders were dead," Hayley states.