✓ | FOREVER YOURS, Klaus Mikaelson

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Isabelle had, at the moment, felt like she was walking on clouds. She, for the very first time, had felt like she had formed a connection with someone. This connection that had been newly formed was one with a stranger. The only told her his name.

Nik.

He looked amazing and the way that he spoke to somehow called to her soul. He gave her the attention that she felt as though she was lacking in her life. He was attentively listening to what she was saying and seemed to be intrigued by her words.

Isabelle had walked into her home with a small smile on her face, and when she had walked inside, her emotions had taken a drastic turn. This turn was for the worst.

There, right in front of her, were the bodies of her dead parents.

They looked petrified, and there was blood everywhere. The two were next to each other, and it seemed as though there was a struggle from what she could tell.

Isabelle was frozen in shock.

She did not know what to think, what to do. Her heart was racing, hoping and praying that the person who had murdered her parents was no longer in the house. Then, in an instant, a sob had wracked through Isabelle's body.

She had rushed to her parents and then kneeled to where they were. She had some form of false hope that they were still alive.

Isabelle had begun to shake her father's body but got no such response that they could possibly be alive.

"Mom," Isabelle spoke first towards her mother's direction.

"Dad," Isabelle said while glancing down at her dad.

Isabelle spoke so softly that a normal person would not be able to hear what she had just uttered. This moment would be one that would forever be ingrained into Isabelle's mind. She did not expect this to happen, but really, who expects death to come knocking at their door.

Isabelle's previously joyful mood was destroyed, and there was nothing that was going to bring it back. At the moment, the stranger known as 'Nik' was far from her mind. She did not want to spend any energy thinking about him.

At the moment, he had become a meaningless conversation. Though, Isabelle had known that he was someone that was much more than that.

"Mom, Dad, please wake up," Isabelle had whispered softly.

She wanted to move. At this moment though, it was as though her mind and her body were two different entities who were no longer going to cooperate. Her mind wanted her body to move.

Isabelle was doing everything that she could to be able to get the courage to be able to get up and move away from the bodies of her deceased parents. Though, her body was not listening. Her heart was racing so fast that it might just push out of her chest.

"Come on," Isabelle had grunted to herself.

She had begun to wipe the tears from her cheeks, though, there was now also blood that was staining her cheeks. She could not think at all to be able to care about this detail. The blood that had now been on her face and clothes could indicate that she had killed her parents, but her eyes were now hollow.

Isabelle had nothing to ground her at that moment. There were thousands of memories that were going through Isabelle's mind.

It was almost as though it was a movie and Isabelle was a spectator of this said movie.

These memories were not a movie though, they were a great part of life. This was all snatched away in an instant, and there was nothing that Isabelle could do to get her life back.

It was changed in a way that she would have never believed for it to have changed.

She had then gathered herself enough to make a phone call.

"Sherrif Forbes, yes, there has been a murder in my home," Isabelle spoke.