'A Time To Love & A Time To Die' Sequel To 'The Desire' Series (In Editing)

The Day Of Reckoning Has Begun......(Edited)

The queen had her own ideas of how she wanted her happy ever after to happen. As form another worldly place she was shown by a very powerful sorcerer the truth behind the veil. Upon the queen arrival she discover that her little prince was no longer in this world. Unknown to her that the king had placed him under the protection of the two most trusted people he knew. With the knowledge of all what the queen learnt she was consumed with a darkness in her heart. She would not rest until those who brought harm on to her little prince and king would see there maker.

Every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind queen. A queen made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears. Her waft was something that was going to make all the mystical creature within this kingdom fear for their lives. One by one she will slowly bring them down and she knew this was a task that could not be done alone. When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome she will not faint. The queen will fight as it has been written hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.

Klaus P.O.V

Last night I was going out of my mind thinking I saw her again. When I mean her I mean Star it's like her ghost roams these rooms, but there was something different about the apparition I saw last night, it was like she was here in the flesh. I knew that was impossible I watched her in her casket, and it been lowered in to the ground I knew why I couldn't just let it be. Because of the love I have for her, it felt like she was haunted me. I guess it brought some kind of comfort to me that there was still some kind of connection I still had with her.

The Idea of Ghost like the Idea of North. A mere looped whisper in darkness or in light. And no matter what this person may have been like before he or she died, no matter what they--specifically--might have wanted, ghosts only really want one thing: you, with them. Not to be alone. Not to be trapped. Not to be where they are. Not to be. In addition to unfinished business some ghosts haunt so that they will be remembered. My shooting star wish would truthfully be for Star to return. To be the one who will be there to encourage me in all my hopes and dreams. To be there if I fail so she can pick me back up and never let anything bad happen to me again. She was gone and I had to accept that I had to stop my mind playing these dastardly tricks on me.

So I decided that Hayley and I had done enough grieving and that we needed a plan of action instead. I was at full strength now and I needed to know who had possession white oak stake and of course the only way that could happen is by the help of a witch I knew that they weren't a helpful bunch, and bring Hayley will let out some of that penetrated anger she been harbouring. So if they didn't corporate I will allow Hayley to have her fun. When we arrived they were very surprised to see us there which brought a smile to my face. As they thought I was still cowering in the darkness of my home in fear well I fear nothing no longer.

All I needed was for a witch to do the right spell to find the white oak stake and have it back in my possession. To say they didn't corporate would be entirely understatement, so I allowed Hayley to have her fun and she really relished it all in enjoyment. I saw in first-hand what a mother who can't be without her child can do how they are willing kill and tare someone into shreds. As they were not willing to help at all even with Hayley tarring into one witch after another. So I left and let Hayley enjoy her time playing with her food as such.

I returned back to the compound and it was filled with the same silence as always I went into my study and grabbed a bottle of scotch headed out to the balcony. I watched as the night sky was turning into dawn with its pink is a beautiful colour it is one of the colours that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns. Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them. We watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. This day is the most recent set of events to define you. Every day changes your life. Every last one. I finished off my bottle and walked back into the study as I did Elijah entered the room. With a very displeased look upon his face and I knew it was to do with allowing Hayley to run free like she should.