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❝𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞
KLAUS HANDED GRETA THE MOONSTONE, HIS EYES BRIGHT IN ANTICIPATION, LIT BY THE FLAME SURROUNDING THE THREE DAMNED GIRLS.
From the side, the group of people watched on eagerly. It was a thousand years in the making, five hundred years of running, two hundred years of desperation, and a few weeks of realizing where they were better off. And they'd finally ended up here, all together by some twisted spin at fate's hand.
Though they couldn't give fate the honor of holding such a dear moment all to themselves. They all fought for this moment, every one of them.
Klaus's siblings have fought for him, fought to help him rid himself of the curse that has haunted him since Esther died. Rosemary and Damon have fought for one another, they fought to reunite. Katherine fought herself, she fought her guilt, her emotions as a whole– she fought for her life.
And Caroline fought for herself. For so long she'd felt bad for the growing resentment towards her friend, but no longer did she feel any of it. Now she was prepared to stand and watch the life drain from her eyes, just as it once did her own. Maybe in the afterlife Elena would finally realize what Caroline went through because of her.
It all amounted to this moment, truly.
Damon clutched onto Rosemary's hand, turned towards the lit altar Klaus and Greta were standing before.
Elijah and Rose were beside one another, watching as the ritual began. Kol, Rebekah, and Katherine stood amongst themselves with varying levels of emotion. Caroline stood a few inches behind a silent and solemn Stefan, watching him closely at Klaus's order.
Greta suddenly dropped the moonstone into the fire, making a short crack echo in the woods as it exploded. Jules held her stomach as she screamed in pain, the spell Greta cast on her causing unbearable pain.
Her low murmurs of Latin began, and Klaus stalked over to Jules, a smirk on his face when he heard the finality of her voice as she spoke to Elena.
"Shall we?"
The ring of fire around her faded away into nothing, and it was only a split second before Jules's eyes flashed yellow and she was charging towards Klaus. Though she knew it was a losing fight when she did it, she'd never die without trying to survive.
Klaus pinned her to the ground in a flurry of movements that rustled the flames and the leaves around them all, and plunged his hand into her chest with a sickening squish. He smiled down at her, and wiped the tear that fell from her eye as he yanked his arm back, holding her heart in his hand.
