Layla's pov::
I was in the cemetery visiting my grave before I came a hybrid til I heard his voice...Klaus!!KM- can we talk love?
Layla- I don't know Nik, do you have what I want?
I turned to him as I put my hands in my coat pockets. He looked at me like he wanted to cry.
KM- I can't give it you love
I stepped up to him and slapped him
He turned to me with tears running down his face.
Layla- don't you get it Nik, this is my only chance!!
KM- think about your son Kat! What you do think he do about losing you for real this time, you can't just kill yourself because you want to, you think about how other people will feel when you're gone this time.
Layla- don't you get it Nik,I am thinking about my son. I'm trying to protect him from me going wild and turning to a straight bloody ripper!!
KM- are you?
That made me snap
Then I threw him and then he started to stand up showing his evil side.
Layla- come finish this!!
We ran and started fighting and I ended up biting his neck.
Then I snapped his neck and grabbed my handkerchief and wiped my mouth and my hands left.
Layla- if youre not going to give it to me then I guess I have to go and take it myself.
I sped to his house and sneaked in his room and started quietly sneaking around for the white Oak stake til I found it and sped to my new place that I'm staying at which is above the bar. I packed my bags and put the stick in my suitcase and grabbed my things and sped to my car and put my bags in the backseat quickly and hurried up and got in locking the doors and started driving around hiding away from klaus and his family and Jax. Then soon my phone rang and saw that it was klaus.
Layla- what niklaus?!
KM- where the bloody hell is it?!
Layla- you didn't give me a choice but to take it myself
KM- I will find you!
Layla- by the time you find me you will see me gone
I hung up and kept driving as tears ran down my face.
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RandomLayla is a 29 year WWE Superstar who wrestles men and women who is very strong like stronger than Brock Lesnar, Lars Sullivan and Braun Strowman and was raised in Chicago and grew up with nothing.In Chicago while growing up violence was the only thi...