A Time To Love & A Time To Die

by EpicElle1

Third Book in 'The Desire' Series of the life of Star and Klaus Mikaelson. Everything had changed in their lives as moving to New Orleans had put a great strain on their relationship. Star loved her husband Klaus more than anything in this world and stood by him no matter what. Until events that occurred changed their lives forever...

1. Rebirth

Once upon a time there was a majestic king who lived with his beautiful queen in a kingdom where music and art were celebrated. The king did not foresee having children but he lived in an enchanted land where all things were possible. In time he was blessed with two beautiful babies, a son and daughter for whom he wished only peace. Still the king had demons who pursued him which lead the death of the queen that reign beside him. The death of his beloved had the king consumed with sorrow which left him blind sighted to what happen next.

There was a ruthless beast who wanted to take the kingdom for her own. Armed with a pack of untamed creatures she drove the other magical creatures from the land. And there was a wicked sorceress with enchanted stones that weakened the king every full moon. Seeing the shadow his enemies cast upon his home the king was driven to send his beloved prince and princess away convincing all who remained that they were forever lost.

The king in his sorrow turned away from the world as he couldn't see living a world without his true love and his beloved children. The castle closed its doors and the kingdom fell. Some say that the only light that shines in the castle illuminates the shadow of the once majestic king in the room of where he and his queen would lay. But as the ruthless beasts took rule over the fallen king's realm little did they know that he and his brother would not rest until their enemies were vanquished. For they believed that one day they would heal their kingdom and bring their precious prince and princess home so that they might live happily ever after.

Klaus P.O.V

As the months passed on, the emptiness did not fill if anything the hole in my heart deepen after losing the one woman I had ever loved. There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love. That is what I had with my Star. When I held her cold corps in my arm I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like a part of me had died along with her I didn't want to believe that she was gone I wanted to believe that she would return to me that the blood of our son would save her from this dark fate. My heart ached like nothing I had ever felt before but it believed that she would return to me. Star is my past, present and future and I knew in my heart that our destiny together wasn't over. What the heart wants doesn't not always win the battle it seeks for happiness but fairy tale happy ending do not exist in this world. I knew I had to accept that she was gone like I had accept many who have gone to the great beyond.

All I had left of her was my son a gift that she had bestowed upon me. As I looked at this innocent baby in my arms I knew I couldn't allow him to have the same fate as his mother. My son was only remaining trace of Star that I had left and I knew I had to protect him as this evil that had struck my wife would surely come for him. As painful as it was to give my only son away I knew it was for his safely. That in time he would return to me unlike this mother who was lost to this world I vowed that I would not be selfish with future devours that everything I would do from this day forward will be for the return of my son.

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives and the ones he loves more than anything upon this earth are at far reach. The days after Star body being consummated into the ground I allowed my son Chance was in the safety of the two people that I knew would protect him with their lives. I began to think about what death meant as I replayed the days after Star death in my mind I had shredded so many tears for my love because for the second time in this life of mine I felt lost and broken. Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

So I chose to honour Star by trying to bring the order back in New Orleans. That I would continue with my quest to free the wolves from there burned to the moon. The stones were found and the ritual began and blood was spilled. Everything was going to plan I was freeing my people from the one thing that kept them burned for centuries. Deceit runs deep in the earth beneath New Orleans each fraction wanting to gain power I was tricked by using my blood to help with the moon rings and this was conspired by two. Francesca Guerrera, and Genevieve one wanted to weaken me for her own self again, the other to take my unborn daughter.

On this one night a war broken out with vampire against werewolves not the ones in the Bayou it came about that very night that Francesca Guerrera and her family were from a werewolf bloodline. She knew of the consequences of using my blood to power those rings would lead to my weakness. Elijah spoke of plans and strategies, but all I thought about was the blood that needed to be spilled. Never in a thousand years have I felt this weak and venerable. Not since the days of Mikael where he would torment me and make me feel as if I was the lowest of the low. I did not feel like the great Klaus Mikaelson no longer as the moment that everything that meant so much to was taken.

I knew I couldn't live a life like this wallowing in my self-pity because of the losses I had gained. I knew in time I would need to fight back and bring forth the day of reckoning. With each full moon that passed it weaken me even with what little fight I did have within me. It would be destroy and built up again because vengeance was my only salvation. Staying closed off in these quarters was driving me into madness as I kept seeing the apparition of my love Star I knew it wasn't her that she had gone to that heavenly place where she deserved to be. That she was an angel looking down from the heavens at me, maybe seeing her was to give me strength to remind me what the witches had taken from me. Not only myself but Star and our son Chance.

When I learnt that something dark that the witches conjured stopping Silas for giving his soul for Star, the war that I will pledge will not only be in honour of Star, but to her father too. One thing that I learnt in the short time knowing both of my children is that you would do absolutely anything for them, even to give your life for theirs and that what Silas attempted to do for his daughter dark sorcery stopped that. I will not let the memory of Star and Silas die in vain, for Chance I will seek retribution. My son may have qualities of my own but he does have travellers blood flowing through his veins for his heritage and in honour of his mother and grandfather as they both died in order to save him.

My days in solitary I focused on my art I painted and drew so many of my beloved Star but none of them would capture her in her true beauty. As time went on I felt that I couldn't remember what she looked like and this drove me into further madness. I knew I could remember I just needed to be calm and recall the contour of her face once again I put some music on to help me sooth my anger I knew listening to Mozart's Requiem in D Minor K 626-3. I furiously tried to stretch a canvas over a wooden frame to attempt to paint another portrait Of Star. When I tear through the canvas in my frustration I angrily threw the canvas across the room.

"AGHHHHHH!" I yelled as I was overwhelmed with frustration that I couldn't do a thing. I see Elijah enter the room and picks up the canvas and inspects it.

"I suppose we shall have to call this your white period."" Elijah had very good to me over my period mourning he had tried to give me words of encouragement. They worked from time but it didn't bring back all that I had lost nothing will bring that back.

"I'm missing a crucial colour in my palette- that of my enemies' blood." I knelt down and began to another canvas over the frame. I wanted to know if I could remember her face I needed to remember it.

"Well, I recommend a Venetian red, with a dash of rust..." Elijah humour wasn't helping with my anger that I was trying so hard to attain. I couldn't hold my anger and rage in no longer I was tired of being this weakly that I had become, I wanted action rather than words that are spoken.

"It's been months!" As I screamed at him throwing the canvas across the room in my rage which I couldn't contain no longer. "I've adhered to our plan: sit and do nothing, sell our grief. Grief which will never leave as my grief for my wife will never leave me." Elijah had shared the same kind of grief when his beloved Celeste passed away. "And now my children are safely away, and another full moon is upon us- another night of pathetic weakness as the moonlight rings steal my strength!" Elijah gives me a sympathetic look I began to calms down slightly I knew that Elijah understood that these months had been the hardest I had been through in a thousand years. "Entering the room that was once fill with the life of Star and it is killing me. I need to act. I-I-I need- I need to spill blood." That what I needed to do this waiting game was something I did not like to play. I knew Elijah was trying to find all twelve moon rings but it was getting rather tiresome.

"Well, then, you'll be pleased to know that I've located the last of the twelve rings forged with your blood." That was the best news I had heard in a very long time. Now we knew which members held these rings all that needed to be done was to take them back with brute force.

"Then, it's time!" I jumped to my feet and this part seemed close to completion. I'm going to rip each and every ring off their hands and I will have great pleasure in doing so.

"And none too soon. I'm concerned about Hayley." I felt myself tenses up as he spoke of Hayley. She died during child birth but the blood of our daughter brought her back as a hybrid Hayley was like I and the anger and the rage of not able to have our daughter here with us consumed her. What she was feeling was familiar to me but it was best to leave her well alone. I returned to sorting through his art.

"She looks well enough." I spoke as I continued to look at each piece of art that looked less and less like Star. Hayley needed this time to spiral out of control her wolf side was heighten she wants vengeance for what happened she wants our daughter back here where she belongs as much as I do but it wasn't just Hope that Hayley wanted home but Chance too. She knew how much it meant to Star to become a mother, and now with her gone Hayley has taken compassion towards my son to.

"She looks no better than you, brother. Now, if the two of you would treat each other as more than just... passing acquaintances—" Elijah began to say but I stopped him in mid-sentence.

"—She has you for that." Which was the truth as Hayley did not need me I was no use to her not in the state of mind I was in I knew her intension and why she was running wild it a way to let out her grieving. Someone like Elijah will never understand how it feels to have a child at arm's reach and not to be able to touch them.

"Sadly, like the father of her child, she prefers to fight her demons alone." Elijah walked away from me leaving me to ponder on what he had told me. We come together, we create our families, we chose our mates out of the desire to form a life together. Love takes many forms, wears many faces, but when it's real, when it touches your heart, you will know it and-with hope-embrace it. Love is stronger than hate, love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than all artificial divisions that exist in our world. My love for my belated Star and love for my children will allow me to not only get through another day but win this war that has begun.

In Another Worldly Place…

Star P.O.V

I knew the darkness was coming upon me that my time was coming to an end and I feared it more than anything I've feared in my thousand years. As much as I wanted to bring my son into this world my strength wouldn't allow me I felt weak and hopeless as if the life was draining out of me with each and every contraction. Nik words of encouragement gave me the will to not allow my child to die along with me. I felt the coldness over take me as if a dark force was holding my hand trying to take me out of Nik embrace. I tried to fight it as much as I could but I could see it standing beside Damon as he told me to push, for a moment I felt the cries of my baby boy it felt like music to my ears. I turned to see Nik holding our son in his arms with his eyes filled with wonderment as he looked at him. As that happened to felt a coldness overwhelm me my chest began to tighten and I knew this feel too well. I wanted to call out for help but there was no use I knew I couldn't be saved this was my time and I chose go in peace.

My last moment before leaving the world was one of beauty seeing the man I love hold our child, I knew that he would protect our child at all cost and I felt at peace knowing that he was in the protection of his father. Darkness over filled me, it felt like I was falling down a deep dark well I had been touch by death twice, but it was never like this. It was like a bottomless pit and I was waiting the impact the hit the hardness of the ground I even began to pray as it happening something which I hadn't done in centuries. I knew my prayers wouldn't be heard as I didn't see no bright light I knew I was heading into the pit of hell. I was ready for whatever was to come that I would face whatever torments that were going to come my way. All I knew is that I had left something truly special behind that will honour my memory. My fears began to fade as I thought about my baby boy knowing that he will be under the protection of his father, but also the protection of my good friend Damon. Even as I thought about three most important people in my life my heart ached. The pain of that was far greater than death itself.

The feeling of falling stopped sudden and I felt my body pressed against cold hard ground I slowly opened my eyes my vision was ablur I could see something in front of me. I couldn't make it out what and who it was before me. My vision came into focus I could see a woman hovering over me looking at me a little intrigue. I shot up to my feet starling this woman who stood before me I felt my heart began to beat rapidly as I looked around and I knew wasn't in the safety of my room in New Orleans. Instantly the first thought that came into my mind was my son and tears began to rise to the surface.

"Where am I?" I spoke with fear in my voice as I looked at the woman with dark hair. I felt frighten as I didn't know this woman but she notice she wore clothing from another time. A time period that was familiar to me from the old world that I once came from. "Who are you? Why are you here?" There was something about this woman that made me sense something a little dark about her I don't know if it's because of the condition I was in right now but I sense dark power from her. I had felt this once in my life before when I fled from Alana it was strange nothing that I had never felt before until now.

"I saved you from being sucked into oblivion. I'm the one who will return you back to your Niklaus." She spoke a little darkly as she began to step closer to me and as she did that energy felt stronger. There was something about that made me fear her but there was this strange feeling of comfort too. "You can call me Dahlia." She smiled as she spoke her name. I notice that she only spoke of Niklaus but not my son. Was this Dahlia aware of my son?

"How do you plan to bring me back? I'm dead. There no way for me to return to him" I chose not to mention my baby boy as this presence before didn't seem one of friendly. If she could bring me here in this pit of darkness for whatever reason image what she could do to my son I trust no one as I knew witches or anyone who used white or black magic solely want to kill my son because of his so called fate.

"Well that's where you're wrong." She spoke snapping me out of my thoughts. She flick her right and a small fire began to burn a few feet beside us. "You're merely in a deep slumber. I save you and your soul before you were able to reach the other side as your father had a hand in destroying it." I took a step back from her as I knew my father wouldn't do that he promised me that he wouldn't take the veil down. I couldn't allow her to poison my mind with her lies. This Dahlia was playing mind games with me teasing me to let me have some kind of hope to be back with Nik.

"Why would you do that for me? Why would you want me to return to Niklaus?" None of this made any sense to me. What did she mean by deep slumber? Was I not touched by death? Was I still alive able to go back to the man I love and see my son? I looked up to see a look in her eyes. The look where if someone was to help they would want something in return. "I've seen that look many of times in my life time. What is it you want from me?" I demanded from her as now I didn't feel fear as she brought me here for a reason and I knew she wouldn't harm me. There was something she wanted from me but I have nothing to offer as I died as a human.

"I have watched over you for thousand years young Ophelia, you lived a life of a lie." She looked into the fire as she spoke and images began to appear above it. It was like a clouded screen with flickering images from my past with myself and my father. "The daughter of the almighty Silas, the power within you is something I could not allow to die" I kept looking at this cloud of memories as I watched a younger version of myself trying to float a feather as would burn in my hand. What did any of this have to do with me? I wasn't that person no longer I was a mere mortal now I didn't hold any of those capabilities no longer.

"I don't understand why would you want to help me? Are you like some distant relative?" Why else would she want to help me? I didn't understand any of this. I didn't understand what this Dahlia wanted from me I could hear her laughing as she turned to me with this strange look in her eyes. "What's so funny?" I snapped at her as I did the clouded memories disappeared.

"We are not family as such. Well not by blood but we have a mutual enemy." She spoke as she edge towards me. My mind was screaming for me to run but my heart told me to stand my ground to not show her my fear. So I stood there and waited to hear what she had to say I was dead either way. "Niklaus mother Esther. She is the one who damn you to die to make sure that you couldn't reach to your full potential. As you Ophelia are one of the things she fears." I took a step back as I felt confused with this whole Esther fearing me.

"Esther? She dead. Nik killed her and if what you say is true with the other side she would be gone." She was dead there was no way for her… Then it hit me all like a ton of bricks of how it was possible for Esther to have control. The day we consummated her body to the ground giving the witches of New Orleans her power but also her to access there's.

"Ophelia I see the innocents in you. I see why you stole the heart Niklaus…" She spoke calmly towards me but I wanted to know why this woman was seeking vengeance to Esther.

"What did Esther do to you for you wanting to bring me back?" That was the million dollar question here, if Esther feared me that much and brought me close to my death and this Dahlia saved me there had to some kind terrible deceit.

"Esther my younger sister." I was taken by surprise to hear that this was Esther sister but then again Nik family was all about betrayal. It was just shown to me it didn't just steam from him and sibling it ran through their blood. "She betrayed me in many of ways. Even as I helped her in a dark time in her life she turned on me perceiving me as the villain." I notice her getting upset for a moment the way she reacted reminded me of Nik. How he always spoke to be the villain of his family it was strange like I felt remorse towards her. "None of that matters Ophelia. What matters is your return, before doing so there things you should know." I was about to speak when everything around us changed. We weren't in the dark cave no longer I was blinded by the light of the day. I shielded my eyes to adjust to it as I slowly moved my hand from my face I notice that we were in New Orleans not far from the French Quarters.

"You brought me back?" As I spoke someone walked right through me and gave me a strange sensation I watched as they shivered. "What the meaning of this. What is all this?" I watched as Dahlia walked to the other side of the street standing outside a record store. I walked over and stood beside her looking in and I see Davina standing at the counter waiting as the shop owner was searching for something. "What is this? Why are we watching Davina?" Seeing Davina brought an aching to my heart as I knew I couldn't touch her as I wasn't fully here. "You doing this to torture me to show me that my family at arm reach." I snapped at her and I was about to walk away when she caught my arm. As she did I felt like a surge of powers flow through me which frighten me and I pulled away from her grip.

"You felt the power that flows through you." She stood there arching her brow. What did she mean the power that runs through me? "No Ophelia, this is not for torture. But you needed to know what has happened in the months you have been gone." I felt my jaw drop slightly as she spoke that I had been gone for months. That was impossible I died moments ago how could of months passed?

"Months?" I spat at her as none of this was making sense to me I felt like my head was ready to explode in any moment as this was all too overwhelming right now.

"Time is different where we are it goes slower. Ophelia all the people you love have changed. Your so called death had changed each and every one of them." I watched as Dahlia walked through the wall and entered the shop. Her words played on my mind how she spoke that the people I loved had changed I looked at Davina who stood there with a smile but I knew it was fake I could see in her eyes it was filled with sorrow all I wanted to do was embrace her. I needed to know what Dahlia meant by the changes in the people I love. So I took in a deep breath and followed her walking through the wall and stood beside her in the shop. "You see this young lady as a daughter?" There was something in the way she spoke suggested that she was going to cause Davina harm.

"Yes I do. I swear to god if you harm—" I began to say but she stopped me in mid-sentence.

"I'm not here to harm her, but to show you what other do not know." What others don't know? Why can't she simply tell me what is going on? Davina looked fine she looked happy if anything I hadn't seen her happier. "Watch Ophelia as a story will unfold that may open your eyes to the cruel world that you live in." I turned to where Davina was standing talking to the clerk as he hands her a record.

"Here you go, Davina. Now, sometime you're gonna have to give me the low-down on why you're so hooked on ancient Icelandic folk music!" Why would Davina be interested in that kind of music? I turned to look at Dahlia notice that she looking at Davina intensely. There was a reason why she brought me here to watch this and something told me that it wasn't about Davina taste in music.

"It's for someone else." Davina chuckled as she placed the record in her bag. There was something not quite right with her I could see it in her body language. She looked a little on edge behind all the confidence she oozed out there was something making her feel jittery.

"I sure hope so!" I watched as Davina turns to leave and runs into the young guy as he heads out the door. He stops and smiles at her before leaving, and Davina awkwardly smiles back at him. Before she can leave, Oliver enters the shop. He held this smug expression upon his face as he looked at Davina.

"Here comes the first part of the unfolding" Dahlia spoke taking me out of my thoughts. What did Oliver have to do with anything? He was just a wolf from Hayley crest pack.

"Hey there, cutie." Oliver smiled at her. I knew from that night when he asked her to dance that he had a thing for Davina but she looked unimpressed to see him.

"Don't call me that." She snapped at him but he ignored her taking the record she place in her bag out and examine it.

"Your Davina, is a brave young witch." Dahlia spoke proudly as she continued to look at her but as brave a Davina was being I sense something bad coming.

"What going on? Why is there bitterness between them?" I didn't understand what had happened as there was some kind of harmony between them once. What had Oliver done to her for her to be so sharp with her tongue?

"You'll see Ophelia." That what worried me what I would see as when she spoke of people changing it doesn't seem that they may have changed for the better.

"So, I heard that you ditched your coven. That's too bad. Your cousin been ever so helpful. What's her name again? Christi? She has been super helpful to all us wolves." Davina turned from the coven? I don't blame her after everything they made her go through. Christi as in Christianna back? Helping the wolves? What was going on? I looked to Dahlia who stood there with a harden expression.

"Christi returned? She came back from the dead?" Dahlia place her finger to her lip to tell me to be quite. It felt like I was in some alternative universe right now. How could I be so sure than this was all real?

"She's making you moonlight rings, Oliver. That with Klaus blood it weaken more and more each fall moon that passes. I wouldn't call that helpful, I'd call that an alliance." I stood there stunned by what I had just heard. Christi was standing against Nik but why? Why would she turn on him after he spared her? He could have killed her all those months back he allowed her to stay in our home. He allowed her to come Italy with Damon and I so she was safe. None of this made any sense to me.

"How did this happen? How would Nik allow such a thing?" I needed to know what Nik was thinking to do this didn't he know the consequences? I know Nik and even to stop the wolves from turn he wouldn't allow himself to be weaken because of it. She stood there not speaking a word and it was infuriated me now because I do not like riddles. "Dahlia!" I yelled at her as I had enough of all of this already far too much time been wasted.

"Niklaus was fooled by Genevieve, and the leader of the human fraction at the time Francesca Guerrera who in fact was from a bloodline of werewolves." I was taken back by what I heard not the part where Genevieve betrayed Nik because I knew in my heart that was always going to happen. To hear that Nik was fooled that wasn't like Niklaus he was a man of wits no one could fool him or manipulate him. "They used my nephew venerability for losing you as a gain of their power." I felt my jaw drop as she spoke of how the loss of me had allowed this fate for Nik. What happened was down to me "Ophelia there no need to be dishearten just of yet there far more. What they did to Niklaus was crime, but you and I both know Niklaus had partly brought this upon himself….." I was about to speak when she stopped me from talking. "Not saying this was what he deserved what happened, but as I asked of you let the story unfold" It wasn't like I could actually do much about anything that had happened. I'm standing here like a ghost unable to do anything apart from hear of the horrors that had occurred since they thought I died on that bed.

"Well, you can call it whatever you want. As long as we don't have to turn on the full moon anymore, it works for me." He leans in closer and whispers into Davina ear "Look, I'd take off if I were you. Things are about to get a little ugly in here." He turns and raises voice to shout at the rest of the store's patrons "Hey y'all, store's closed. Get out, now!" What the hell was Oliver up to? Dahlia still stood there looking but now I could see anger appear on her face now. What did all this have to with her and why is she getting angry about it all?

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man behind the counter spoke with worry in his voice. What was Dahlia wanting me to see here?

"It's Joe Dalton, right? You see, I've been studying up on this store. It's been a staple of the Quarter for ninety years... it was run by you, your daddy, and then his daddy before him?" Oliver questioned and I watched as the man clenches his jaw anxiously. My eyes advert to a ring on his hand a ring that I was so familiar.

"His a vampire? That why Oliver here to start trouble with him?" Dahlia looked like she was in some trances like state "Dahlia?" I touched her to shake her out of it and she stood still with her eyes focused on the two men.

"That's right." The man spoke confidently but even I knew that was a lie as his daylight ring was a giveaway.

"Yeah, you see, the thing is, Joe, there just ain't many photos of anyone in your family..." He pulls out an old black and white photo of a young man "...but you." I looked over to see that Davina realized that then identity of vampire has been exposed.

"Oliver, NO." The man vamp-speeds toward the door, but he's blocked in by two more werewolves. I notice that they were all wearing rings with black stone. I knew instantly that those rings were the moon rings that were weakening Nik. "Stop! Stop it! STOP IT!" Davina yelled as the werewolves wrestle with the man and extend their fangs to bite him, but Davina quickly hits them all with a pain infliction spell. Which makes them grab their heads in pain and fall on their knees, giving man the chance to get out of their grip before he can be bitten "Joe, get out of here!" The man flees. Oliver winces and glares at Davina, still on his knees on the floor as she leaves.

"What was the point to this excises?" I snapped at her as it not like I can do anything about all this. As Dahlia told me I'm in some deep slumber they all think I'm dead but I'm here not dead not alive having to see these horrors. New Orleans was a supernatural circus always one party wanting to over throw another and now the werewolves have control. Curtsey to Francesca Guerrera and her manipulating ways she was taking down vampire one by one.

"It was to show you who has the power." Dahlia finally spoke. So she wanted to show me that the werewolves have taken control. What does she actually expect me to do about it? Even if I was to go back I'll still be me as in a human unable to stop and control a war between vampires and werewolves.

"So werewolves run this city. I don't care about the city. I don't care who runs it. All I care about is making the people responsible for bring further pain to Nik pay." That all that mattered to me nothing else. New Orleans may have been Nik crown jewel but it was also the thing that weaken him. I can't and won't allow anyone to harm him not while he was like this.

"Just as I thought. A queen always defends her king." Dahlia smiled wildly and the scene around us began to change around us. I looked around and I knew exactly where we were it was the church attic of St Anne church. My focus went to a man pacing in the room while listening to Icelandic folk music. It wasn't any man it was Mikael I felt my jaw drop as this couldn't be real. Suddenly he hears a noise and throws the indestructible white oak stake toward the door where it embeds itself in the wall. Davina stands in the doorway and rolls her eyes.

"What Davina doing with Mikael. Why the hell do they have the indestructible white oak stake?" I demanded from her "You trying to play with my mind? Is all of this a game to you?!" Was all this some huge game to her? I still questioned if any of this was real as I knew Mikael was dead how could he even be here? "Mikael died at Nik hand. How could he possible…" I began to say but she stopped me in mid-sentence.

"I can assures you this is not a game. Unlike my sister I do not play those. I know how it feel to be betrayed by the ones closets to you." This made me wonder further what had Esther done to her sister, the question was at the tip of my tongue but I knew she wouldn't answer as some family secrets never get revealed "Davina a very powerful witch. Your father thought if she was to have Mikael as a weapon by her side that Niklaus wouldn't harm her." This had to be a lie my father wouldn't do this he wouldn't suggest to rise the one thing that loathed Nik. The one thing that wanted to drive that white oak stake in to his heart.

"My father? You telling me that my father had a hand in this?" I stood there and watched as she nodded her head. My head was telling me this was lies but deep in my heart I knew how much my father hated Nik for what he did to me. How he shamed me made a spectacle of me. The one thing about my father I knew he wouldn't leave sleeping dogs lay. "Nik wouldn't do anything to her not knowing how much she means to me." That I knew more than anything after the way things had been between us. How he told me that he loved me and wanted me to forgive him for his wrong doings. I know even in my death he wouldn't harm Davina.

"That is true but it seems that Davina doesn't respect you as much as, she fully aware what it would mean to you if Niklaus was to die." I turned to Davina who stood in the door way with a smile upon her face and I just couldn't believe the length she went to. Not only her but my father that they would both go behind my back and attempt to bring Nik down once and for all.

"I don't know why you keep showing off. You know you can't hurt me." Davina spoke as she went further into the room. What did she mean he couldn't harm her?

"Oh, but the desire I have to do so." Davina holds her wrist in front of his face so he can feed on her "I am Mikael, the vampire who hunts vampires. Your young-thing blood does little to sustain me." I stood there shaking my head in disbelief as I couldn't absorb what was happening right now. It felt like I was in some terrible nightmare where all my fears have come to the surface.

"Feed." Mikael's eye veins involuntarily pop out, and he reluctantly bites down on her wrist and feeds for a moment "Stop." Davina spoke annoyed and Mikael pulls away clearly annoyed and wipes the blood from his mouth with his hand. I watched as Mikael looks at the bracelet around Davina's wrist and touches it.

"Oh, I wish I could rip this from you, break that which binds me to you and complete the task for which you resurrected me- kill the bastard who calls himself my son." Hearing Mikael talk about Nik like that brought tears to my eyes as it seemed that it was going to happen soon enough. I never known anyone to hold so much hatred in there heart for another. Nik didn't asked to be father by another if anyone needed to be terrorized for all these years it should have been Esther for her betrayal. Not Nik who was an innocent in all of this.

"You can't take off the bracelet, and you can't kill Klaus. Not until I figure out how to save my friends from dying, too." Davina kneels next to a large trunk on the floor and opens it before pulling out grimoire. Not any grimoire but the one of Esther Mikaelson. "I've studied their mother's spell book for weeks. I'm getting close. Once I unlink my friends from Klaus' sire line, I will unleash you to be the monster that you are so eager to be." Mikael stood there with a smirk upon his face pleased with the news he had just heard.

"Music to my ears, my little witch." I couldn't let this happen I couldn't let Davina unleash Mikael to take Nik down.

"Send me back. I need to stop her from doing this." I needed to go back to knock some sense into Davina this was all getting out of control. Dahlia stood there watching the both of them as if she didn't hear me. "What the hell are you waiting for?! I said SEND ME BACK!" I screamed at her as I knew I didn't have time. Davina spoke that she was close to unlinking her friends meaning Marcel and Josh from Nik. I can't let Nik be fated to death and I cannot allow Davina to turn to a dark side that she will never return from.

"You have a temper Ophelia, and that will work to your advantage. You shall go home soon but there a final piece you need to see." Dahlia turned away from me and walked out of the room while I stood there looking hopeless. I took a final look at Davina as she searched through that book of evil spells and my heart ached. Some say loyalty inspires boundless hope. And while that may be, there is a catch. True loyalty takes years to build... and only seconds to destroy. In its purest form, a union becomes part of our very essence. And when that bond is broken, our essence is forever changed.

Klaus P.O.V

After the discussion this morning with Elijah we knew were all the rings were and all we needed to do was destroy each one for me regain my strength I knew this wasn't going to be easy I'm not going to be disillusioned about all this. When Camille came over to check on me how she did every day since the death of Star and also the apparent death my children. Each and every time she did I refused to see her as I knew it would be difficult to not tell her my true thoughts I was a broken man not just because of what the Guerrera had done to me. I was broken before that from the night when Star died in my arms. The people closest to me have tried to reach out to me and spear me on to talk about her but I can't. If I spoke about her everything will be in past tense nothing will be about here and now because she was gone. After a great loss the world is uncertain and confusing.

Everything seems like a threat because all you knew that you were going to be with your love forever. That they were healthy that you were safe is now different. After loss we perceive the entire world as dangerous because the amygdalae instantly compare new experiences with this trauma and what it meant in your life. This wears in the neutral pathways of fear making the perception of danger easier for your brain, thus causing you to perceive danger where there isn't actually anything to fear. This unconscious habit of fear is what keeps people stuck in grief stuck in the Waiting Room that is the second phase of life after loss.

All of us have to dance with our instincts to figure out when to leap and when to stay put. That's the challenge of having humanity and having a brain that evolved for survival. Having gone through a devastating loss the brain feels threatened. It does not like to have its beliefs challenged because it uses these beliefs to guard against threats to our safety. The life that we are looking at after loss challenges the beliefs we had prior to the loss. So the brain does everything it knows how to do to fight against the emergence of the new life. Our survival instincts are so strong that we can be stuck for years. It need to learn how to ignore perceived threats that come from stepping into the new life, and how to distinguish them from real threats. Living fully again after loss should be the only way forward. Grief is an inhuman experience taking place in one's body and soul. What happens next is evolutionary. We can become fearless and driven to create the best life possible because of the losses we have had certainly not despite them. So either I continued to sit in this waiting room and mourn or I prevail justice for Star by striking down all that are a threat.

There was one thing that Camille spoke of that got me thinking that was about Marcel. I knew he only saved my daughter from those witches to save his own life as he had been bitten. Well that's what I thought in my moment of madness as I felt everyone was against me but Marcel was different. He saved my daughter Hope because he knew it was the right thing to do. I knew for her protection along with my son Chance that he couldn't know of her existence. So I compelled Marcel to forget all knowledge of knowing of her living that she had died. Of course the rumours that flew about was that Marcel was responsible for the death of my daughter. It was all lies as he was her saviour I heard Camille speak of there was a weapon on the other side of the river that was ready to bring down the Guerrera. Meaning Marcel as he was creating an army to bring down the Guerrera werewolves I had no bad blood with Marcel but of course the rumours stated otherwise.

So for the first time since the night I handed my daughter Hope over to Rebekah I left the compound. When I arrived at Marcel current residence I saw from first-hand how he was recruiting I think I surprised many by turning up and they did expect a blood bath but that wasn't the reason why I was there. Marcel and I went into his place where I began to tell him about what had been going on in return he shared his knowledge too. It seems that the Guerrera were thugs trying to diminish the vampire population within New Orleans. This was the reason behind Marcel trying to create a stronger army as his men were all slowly dropping like flies I could see that Marcel wanted to ask me the same question as everyone else.

How I'm coping since the loss of Star I think my expression says it all but as I said before I can not speak about her in a past tense. Instead Marcel and I drank while playing Go while we discuss how to deal with taking back New Orleans. There was one issue during this war that happened all those months ago the indestructible white oak was taken. If it's in the possession of that Guerrera and we were to attack they could kill me and my entire family. That wasn't a risk I was willing to take not after what I had lost so far.

"The wolves have the numbers. Back in 1925, the Guerrera pack was maybe a hundred. We went guerrilla warfare on their asses and wiped them out over a four day fight." Marcel places a stone on the Go board for his next move. "But, we're not just talking about Guerreras now. They've had wolves coming in from packs all over." My concern wasn't all the werewolves that have joined forces with the Guerrera. My focus was solely on the wolves who had those moon rings that weaken me more and more on each full moon.

"Well, we don't have to hit them all. Only the twelve with the rings that take me out every full moon." That was all we needed to do then once that was done we could regain control once again. Believe me there will be a river of blood pouring down the streets of New Orleans. The blood won't stop until I fulfil my revenge for each person who played a part in the death of my Star.

"Wait, you want to find twelve rings? Go out and chop off the hands of every wolf you find 'til you get what you want! I mean, come on! You taught me that." I couldn't help but smile as I placed a stone on the board. He was right I would have done that but the risks were far too great for me to go out there and behave in my usual manner. I was a father now to two innocent children I had to think before I actioned. "You and Elijah are stalling. Why?" I knew I could trust Marcel with this valuable information as I knew regardless of our difference he would stand by me through this.

"Because it's possible they're in possession of something very dangerous to us." I watched as Marcel sat back in his sit with a stunned expression. He knew exactly what I was talking about and it had made a true game changer now.

"They have the stake that can kill you." Marcel seemed awfully surprised by all this which marked him off my list of possible people who would use it against me.

"It went missing... the night I lost my daughter. So, it's in play, and the thought of that makes me very nervous. Especially on nights like tonight." I walked over to the window looked out to see that the full moon has begun to rise in the night sky.

"Why would you tell me that?" I sense a little hurt in his voice as he spoke as I turned the expression matched. Who would have thought after everything we had gone through the thought of someone holding something that could destroy me but also Marcel. Has brought out the side to him that I always held close to my heart the side of him that still looked at me as a father figure.

"Depends. Do you have it?" I questioned him knowing the answer but with being fooled so much in recent past at times I didn't know who to trust.

"'Course not. That kind of weapon does me no good. You die, I die, along with every vampire we've ever sired." I was relived to hear Marcel honesty as he spoke as that exactly what would happen if this person who holds the stake was to kill me.

"Well, then, perhaps you'd like to help me get it back? We attack the wolves, tonight, when the moon hits its apex. They won't expect it while I'm weak." Our conversation is interrupted by man who has just arrived at Marcel's loft.

"Hey, bad news or good news?" The man spoke as he began to approach us. I gave Marcel a look to say now wasn't the time for social visits but he laughs as he stood up to greet this man.

"Klaus, Joe. Joe, Klaus. Now, you wanna talk Guerreras- nobody fought harder back in 1925 than Joe, here. Fought so hard he retired into retail. Been keeping the peace ever since, and living right under their noses." It sounds like this Joe would be the idea kind of person to fight tonight cause. I watched as he took a sit on the couch and smiled while looking at Marcel. I could see there was a connection between them both a brotherhood of some kind.

"Yeah, well, good news is, your order came in this morning. And bad news? I got made. Your friend Davina saved my ass, but what's done is done. So, pour me a drink, and play me a song, because it's gonna be my last." This Joe spoke in defeat which surprised me considering how highly Marcel just spoke of him. He was going to allow those goons drive him away and just be killed for no just cause? The little witch was still about I hadn't seen her since the day of Star funeral. I had heard she left her coven to start a new life without witchcraft but it seems that Davina still defended Marcel men.

"Joe. Don't be dramatic." Marcel spoke as he hands him a drink. "Just head out of town 'til things blow over." I looked to this Joe whose face hardened at the suggestion that Marcel had gave him. I didn't know how to quite work out this Joe.

"No way. I don't run from Guerreras." He sounded like the kind of solider I would want on my side. Someone who is fearless and does not run I was truly impress by him so far.

"You don't leave, you won't have to. They'll sniff you out in a day." Marcel was right they wouldn't stop until they find him but by Joe body language he didn't seem to care.

"Hey, let them come hunt me down! 'Cause I've had a good ride." He spoke proudly before draining his drink. I saw this as an opportunity to use this Joe to my advantage as he disliked Guerreras as much as I did and I need alliance like that.

"How would you like to get back in the fight, Joe?" I asked him and I could see that I captured his interest as he arched his brow and a smirk appeared on his face.

"So, what do you have in mind?" He questioned me and something came into light as it wasn't the Guerrera who had the stake. If they did they would have ended me a long time ago but they haven't. So they had been rising in their power while I cowered in the dark thinking they were the ones who had control when they don't.

"I've been thinking about this whole thing the wrong way. The Guerrera pack loves to hunt. They're primal, alphas. I gave you my reason for not making a move these past few months- what, pray tell, is theirs?" I watched as Marcel smiled in realization to my comment as the Guerrera were just in the dark of where the location of the white oak stake was.

"They don't have the stake." Marcel pauses for a moment looking deep in thought. "Well, then who the hell does?" That problem wasn't for tonight as my only focus was to destroy those rings and not to be bound to them no longer. It will be the end of the Guerreras line tonight as they have started a war which they will never succeeded to win not while I'm still breathing.

"Well, tonight it doesn't matter. Because tonight, we're going on a wolf hunt!" That was exactly what was going to happen as the reign of the Guerreras was ending on this one night.

It was agreed with Marcel that he and his men would take down a fraction of the Guerreras to break the bind they had on me. Now it was time for me to reveal my plan to my brother. I left Marcel loft and went back to the compound where I found Elijah in my room looking at my art. I stood there for a moment as he admired a poor attempt of capturing Star I could see the sadness in Elijah as he just gazed of what we had left of her. Memories in our mind but her memory will live on from this night forward as her death will not be in vain.

I began to tell Elijah what I had learnt in my time talking to Marcel that if the Guerreras held the weapon we feared they would of actioned. Wolves are predatory species they would made it known that they had the one thing that could destroy us. Power to a pack of wolves is there drive and if they had the indestructible white oak stake they would have had us at their mercy. Now I know that not the case there no need to sit in silence no longer it time to attack to bring each of those twelve down.

"We have the Guerreras where we want them. We have them waiting, we have them worried, and now, we know they're an army with no defences against an Original." That was the truth they had nothing to stop us. Even if they hurt my brother with their venomous bites he could be heal with my blood I could see that Elijah wasn't totally convince with my conclusion as he held that worried expression that I've seen million times.

"We don't know that for certain." Elijah spoke as he began to pace. I wasn't willing to wait any longer for them to continue to drain me this had to end tonight.

"I'm willing to gamble." I could see that he wasn't convince but I couldn't continue like this as I made a vow to my children that I will bring them home. I wasn't going to play puppet no longer to the Guerreras I'm not letting more months pass allowing me to miss out seeing my children as they grow. This was going to happen regardless if Elijah was willing or not.

'It's too risky! The stake didn't just disappear, someone has it." I understood Elijah concerns that there was a risk to this I'm not going to cower no longer I'm not being the man who going to hide away behind stone walls. That isn't who I am it isn't the man that Star loved and I knew I had to be that man again to regain back control.

"One enemy at a time! In the end, we'll slay them all." That exactly what I intend to do one by one they will all fall as we rise. I took a seat that the table and I felt that one of the moonlight rings being activated to keep the wearer from turning with the full moon, weakening me. I looked up to see that Hayley enters the room with the right attitude of wanting to spill blood. "Tonight, we just have to plant the right seeds, and for that, we need help." I looked directly at her and she began to frown but then a smile appeared on her face as she understood what I meant by it.

"We're taking the twelve original rings. Now, four of them sit on the hands of the Guerrera brothers. One on Oliver, one on Francesca, three with the home security detail, and the rest scattered amongst her lackeys. Now, each ring is distinguishable by its setting- gauche, like those that wear them." So as we knew which parties held these ring it was all about a take down to end all take downs. I knew exactly how to draw them towards us that was to give them the impression that the stake was in my possession the whole time.

"If they believe they can get their hands on the stake, they will come for me when I am weak. Each ring you retrieve will strengthen me, but I will still at a disadvantage." Even after they kill one by one I wouldn't reach my full strength so defending myself won't be easy. How degrading not to be able to defend myself because of my foolishness to have these rings made. I guess that is karma for you after everything that had happened.

"Ergo, any hope of our success depends entirely upon our working together." Elijah looks at Hayley who stood there withdrawn and slightly uninterested with the plan. "The two of you can no longer afford to retreat to separate corners." Hayley looks over at me and I could see the hurt in her eyes having Hope send away hurt her I understood that pain she was feeling as I've not only have a daughter I'm unable to see but a son too. Tonight this battle was in honour of those two little children it was a step closer to bring them both back home. I sighs and stood up to look at her as I need to have her on side more than anyone who choosing to stand by me.

"This is our fight. Are you ready for battle, Hayley?" She looked at me for a long moment and all those doubts had faded from her face. She had a look of determination instead which pleased me as that was what I needed from her not the look of defeat.

"Just promise me that Francesca doesn't come out of this alive." I smiled at her weakly as I knew what Francesca had done was the route to all this wickedness.

"Her head will be delivered to you on a silver platter, little wolf." I watched as Hayley smiled for the first time in months which pleased me.

"I'll deal with the last piece of the puzzle." Elijah announce as he turned to leave. I didn't like the fact that I was the bait in all this. That I was the weak link that I was unable to stand out there and fight amongst them but in time I will join this war. May god have mercy of the soul of the ones whom defy me as I will not be showing no mercy in there last moments.

I was left alone as everyone who was willing to help with this cause was out taking down each member who held a moon ring I felt weaker tonight more than any other night of the full moon as I kneeled down on the floor in pain. I felt a change within me gasps in relief as I began to gain some of my strength back from someone losing their ring. I smiles and rolled my neck getting ready for more of my strength to be returned. I felt the same sensation again of having regained more strength. I smirked and grabs my palette off of the nearby easel. As time was moving on I was growing even stronger I couldn't help but smiles widely as I grabbed a handful of paintbrushes off of an end table. I set down a canvas as I prepared to paint as I held the paintbrush in each hand, holding them in a defensive manner I knew I was going to be attacked soon I felt there presence near.

Sensing that they're approaching I flipped the paintbrushes in my hands and waits until they get closer. Once they're close I smiled and quickly turns to forcefully throw the paintbrushes toward them, impaling the wolves in their throats and killing them I dragged the bodies of the two werewolves I killed toward the canvas I had laid on the floor. I dipped my paintbrush into the wounds of the corpse's neck and uses his blood as painted the image of Star this time I wasn't clouded as other times I recalled each and every contour of her face. This was to honour her as they used my weakness for her loss I will create a masterpiece in her honour I heard Elijah enter the room and I didn't look up as I continue to bring the image of the woman I love on the white canvas.

"I'm still not at full strength. Which of the rings are unaccounted for?" There was still a weakness within me but I wasn't the weak and pathetic version of myself from earlier I wanted all twelve destroyed so they couldn't replicate them again.

"Only one. I must say, the brothers fought valiantly before Ms. Guerrera escaped." I turned to look at Elijah stunned as she was the one who conjured this all up and she was gone.

"You let her get away?" I raised my voice slightly. I knew that they all fought a battle in my honour all so I could return to who I truly am. Francesca deserved death more than anyone as she was the mastermind behind all this.

"...Not exactly." I knew what that meant that Elijah was letting Hayley have her revenge on her after all that happened. If a man's character is to be abused say what you will there's nobody like a relative to do the business. Often the right path is the one that may be hardest for you to follow. But the hard path is also the one that will make you grow more into a human being.

In Another Worldly place….

Star P.O.V

All that I was seeing was madness none of it could be true. Dahlia had to be playing with my mind but what would she gain from it all? From my understanding her hatred was towards Esther for god knows what reason. So why did she save me from death? Why is she showing me all the bad that happen and about to happen to Nik? She may despise Esther but why all the affection and worry towards Nik? There was a million questions that went through my mind as we stood in the middle of the streets of New Orleans. The world that I left behind continuing as normal with evil plots and scheming continuing. What I had learnt so far has left me a little shell shocked but something tells me there more.

As Dahlia spoke of a final piece but time wasn't on my side to be listening in from wherever I was. I knew I had to get back to stop Davina from unleashing Mikael. Even if I have to drive that indestructible white oak stake through him I just still couldn't wrap it around in my mind that my father would do this. That he would help Davina bring the one thing back that will destroy Nik. Now it all came to light why Davina walked away from me when I asked her not to seek a war with Nik because all along she had Mikael in her corner. Every part of me wants to hate her but I can't, because she a girl who was misled by the one man I thought understood how much Nik meant to me. I guess being in the background as I am all dark secrets are reveal and I find out people true colours.

Now with Christi return and helping the wolves that are against Nik and Davina holding the one thing that can destroy him. Made me think about my loyalty over the months in New Orleans the way I defended them both. As soon as I'm gone they both plotting a way to bring him down? My son had lost a mother already and now between the both of them they want to take away his father. That's something I can't allow to happen and these games with Dahlia had to stop now.

"So what this final piece? We been standing here for over an hour. What are you waiting for?" I was losing my patient now as I knew I wasn't dead. That all it took was a couple of words spoken from Dahlia and I'll be back to deal with this mess. She wasn't listening to me as she kept looking down the street as if she was waiting on something.

"Just on que." I followed her gaze and I see Davina walking over to the record shop only to find that it has closed she looks sad as she reads the sign. I notice that behind her was the young man she saw at the store walking up behind her.

"Aw, this sucks." Davina turns to look at him. "No trades today. I mean, it's worse for you, of course- guy had the market cornered on the ancient Icelandic folk scene." I notice that he spoke in a British accent and I didn't understand why the hell Dahlia was wasting my time with all this. As I looked at her focus was on Davina and this young man.

"Those weren't for me!" She spoke and blushed furiously as this young man chuckles and holds out his hand.

"I'm Kaleb." Davina takes his hand and shakes it. I didn't see the point of all this as I knew what Davina had scheming with her monstrous weapon being Mikael. What else was there to know?

"Davina." She spoke innocently as I looked at her I just couldn't believe the lengths she went to get her revenge in Nik. Did she really think that bringing back Mikael he truly only go after Nik? Even if she undone the spell that blinded Nik to her friends Mikael was a vampire hunter and he would not stop until each and every one of them was gone from the world. I thought Davina was a smart girl but she was truly naive to believe he stop at Nik.

"Wow. Cool name! Terrible taste in music. You obviously need me." He smiles at her charmingly, and though Davina looks slightly awkward, she still returns the smile to him.

"That what you wanted me to see? Davina getting wooed by some young man?" Was this what she was trying to show me? There was more important thing going on than Davina love life. "Dahlia please I need to go back I've seen enough." It was true I had seen enough I thought I had seen betrayal before but now my eyes were wide open to the world I lived in. I was the naive one and the stupid one to think there was good in people when all people wanted was to complete their agenda to success. All this time I thought Nik was the one with the corrupt mind when there was others just as corrupt around me.

"Not quite Ophelia." She turned to me and smiled. The scenery changed around us and we were in some room what appeared to be the green house where the harvest girls used to practise. My eyes went to a young girl with long dark hair standing over a table. As I took a step forward I notice that it was Christi chanting some kind of spell.

"Learm filium akenbe exoculus. Vindi—" She stops chanting and frowns "It's no good, I can't find it. It must be cloaked. I'd love to know by whom." What was she looking for? Dahlia stood there and I could see anger spread across her face as she looked intensely at Christi.

"Dahlia what the meaning to all this?" I asked as I did once again everything changed around us. We were back outside in close view Saint Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square. We stood across from a café where a young man was sitting at a table outside of a café, and orders a pastry from a waitress. I was about to speak again when I see Camille approach him.

"Mr. Griffith?" Camille spoke with uncertainty in her voice as she looked at him. I didn't get what any of this actually had to do with me. With Davina meeting some young man and Camille meeting some guy why was this so vital to see?

"Hey!" He holds out his hand and she shakes it. I glanced at Dahlia she just stood there no speaking a word I knew she wouldn't bring me here for no reason but what did these two men that have come into Davina and Camille lives have to do with me?

"Cami. I can't thank you enough for sponsoring my supervised residency." So he had something to do with her degree? I'm still wrecking my mind here what the link is.

"Please, call me Vincent!" He gestures to her to sit down. I looked to Dahlia as this needed some kind of explaining because it didn't make any kind of sense to me.

"Dahlia these games are getting tiresome!" I tried to keep my voice calm but it's rather difficult when I know what I know and can't so a thing as I'm stuck between worlds. "Why are you showing me these people?!" I lost my temper as now it did all seem like a game to me with her showing me pointless things. I was about to speak again when I notice we were back in the green house where Christi stood there with a pleased expression. Then the man who met Cami walked into the room with just as pleased look.

"Did she buy it?" Christi questioned him as he approached her.

"Entirely. The humans are weak." He holds his hand over a candle's flame. "Their bodies are so strange. I'd forgotten what it feels like to be this vulnerable." What was going on here? What did he mean that he forgot how it feels to be human?

"At least you're not stuck in the body of a teenager." As she spoke the young man who was speaking to Davina earlier called Kaleb enters the room.

"Well, I love my body, Mother. I'm pretty sure Davina Claire does, too!" He sits down at the table with them. Did he just call Christi mother?

"Don't be puerile. We have work to do. Your brothers will do me a favour by killing Francesca. Once that is done I will control the witches and the werewolves. With the vampires in exile, we can begin to take root in our new home. Finn, Kol, let's get to work! We have a family reunion to plan." They all looked at one another and smiled. I stood there utterly speechless by what I had learnt. Each and everything little thing I was learning were getting more terrifying. Not only have the werewolves tricked Nik and using him to power there moon rings. Unknown to Nik both of his parents are back from beyond the grave both planning to take him down.

"Now do you understand Ophelia? Christi is not who you think she is…" Dahlia began to explain but I stopped her in mid-sentence.

"Esther….. And those two men are Nik brothers Finn and Kol." I spoke as I continued to look at the three of them sitting around the table looking very pleased with themselves.

"Esther is a dangerous woman, and she will not stop at nothing until her children are where she wants them." I turned to look at her and notice that we weren't in that room no longer but at Lafayette cemetery. The sky was dim as the sun set Dahlia held my hand and I felt a strange sensation as she did. "Now you know everything and you shall return back to your love ones, before you do there something I need to tell you." What else was there to tell I think pretty all the dastardly stuff have been covered. "When you awaken you will not be the person that you once were. You will feel different extremely different….." I stopped her from talking because I didn't like the idea of how she spoke I would be different.

"Different how?" I questioned her as what worried me was how different I would be. Would I still be the same person? Would everything I had learnt changed me that drastically?

"You have a clearer vision of everything. You won't be human no longer but what you were always meant to be donum veritatis." I stood there looking at her dumb fold as I knew what that word meant 'Gift of truth'. What did that even mean? What would be so different about me? "It will be hard for you to take in everything that you are, but I have faith in you Ophelia that you will do what needs to be done." I looked at Dahlia for a long moment as she saved from the darkness for a reason she had hidden intension to all this. As there one thing I had learnt walking the earth for over a thousand years. That is someone never helps out of the kindness of their hearts there always an agenda.

"I need to know something." I had to ask because if I didn't then I'll never know and it will be a question that will haunt my mind. "I know nothing in this world or the next comes for free. What the cost of your help?" I looked at her as a smirk appeared on her face and there was hint of wickedness in her eyes.

"In time you will find out…" She touched my shoulder and I felt coldness overwhelm every part of my body before I was consumed in darkness.

New Orleans Present Day….

Slowly rising from the depths of oblivion feeling returning to fingers and toes I grunted as I tried to rolled over but I couldn't move. Something about the atmosphere surrounding me didn't seem right so cautiously opening one eye all I saw as darkness I felt cold draft coming from above me I moved my arm up I felt the softness of a silk fabric as I pushed hard the lid above me dirt began to flow into the container I was in I knew where I was in the casket that they had buried me in six feet under the ground. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I didn't know if I would get out of here alive. Then Dahlia words ran through my mind telling me that I wouldn't be human on my return. On that thought I didn't hesitate as I began to kick and punch at the lid of the casket allowing the dirt to gradually fill around me. In the darkness I somehow crawled my way out of my grave it felt like an eternity to try and get out. Holding my breath wasn't a problem I didn't need to breathe what bothered me more than anything was the dirt going into areas of discomfort.

As my hand finally reached the surface the breeze felt like salvation to me. With all my strength I pulled myself out but I didn't realise how strong I was as in one swift swoop I was out. I began to cough and spat out the dirt that I had swallowed trying to control my breathing. Once I did I looked at my surrounding the sky was lit brightly with a full moon the cemetery was filled with silence. It was peaceful but there was an eerie feel to it all. Once I gain my composure and wiped away the dirt that covered the white dress that I was wearing I felt a strange feeling overcome me as something deep in my stomach began to burn. The sensation began to rise up into my chest creeping its way up my throat it was a pain that I hadn't experience before. As I screamed out in pain a bright white dispersed from my mouth into the night sky illuminating it for a short moment until the pain stopped and I fell to the ground.

I sat up and I felt strange not quite like I felt before I stood there trying to absorb what had happened and I could hear voices like whispers I began to look around but there was no one here I didn't feel frighten as I show be if anything I felt fearless. I looked back at my grave where stood a head stone with my name 'In Loving Memory of Star Mikaelson. She gave so much and demanded so little. To know her was to love her. Her star will always shine bright in the darkest of nights. She will be loved always and forever….' Reading that back felt strange because I wasn't a memory I hadn't even died. I was taken to another place and shown everyone true intension. Now I'm back I plan to stop each and every one of them one by one. As I began to reflect on everything I learn I felt an anger began to brew within me but anger wasn't going to get me anywhere. All I did know was I needed to get out of these clothes and somehow explain my return.

I made my way out of the cemetery making my way toward the apartment where Damon and I stayed I wondered if Damon was still there or had he moved back to the compound. I felt a smile creep up on my face as I thought about the nursery back in the compound where my little boy would be sleeping. I wondered what he looked like if he looked more like Nik or more like me I wouldn't even know his name or how many months he would be now. All I did know was that I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms and tell him how much I love him. Then my thoughts shifted to Nik and how this ended between us how the Guerreras used his grieving time as a weakness. When I thought about that all I felt was a rage run through me like nothing I felt before. I looked to see my right hand shaking and a golden glow coming from it I shook my hand and it went back to normal. I don't know what going on with me right now with these strange occurrences but what I did know was that I needed to see my baby.

I arrived at the apartment and I looked like no one was staying here luckily for me my clothes were still in the closet I took a quick shower to clean myself up so I didn't look like I just dragged myself out of my own grave. I wanted to be quick but I went at a speed not of human pace it was like when I was unum praeditos. Had I gone back to how I once was? Meaning that I had my strength and speed back? Well there was only one way to find out. Within moments I was showered dried and dress I had to admit after turning human that was the one thing I missed more than anything.

I left the apartment and began to make my way to the French quarters. I kept my hair down to cover my face as I didn't want people to know I'm back before Nik knew. As I began to get close I could see a crowd of people standing in front of something I stopped to look to see some kind of shrine were names were on the wall and flowers on the floor. I stood there was there was more than hundred names written in with message of how they were loved.

"Terrible what happened all those innocents that died." I turned to see a woman standing beside me looking at the shrine. I knew she wasn't human as I sense something a little different about her for a moment I saw her eyes turn amber then back to normal. That indicated to me that she must be a werewolf.

"Excuse me what happened? Why are all these names here?" I turned back to the memorial and all I could think about was what had happened for all these lives to be taken. What had happened in New Orleans for so many lives to be taken?

"What usually happens around here a war?" I turned to face her and she stood there with a sadden expression "So sad…. Just so sad. You know two innocent babies died also." Her voice changed slightly as she spoke of two babies that had died. It was kind of like she was pleased about it. "They were the children to….. What his name again?" I watched as a smirk appeared on her face. "Oh that it the monster Klaus Mikaelson. Of course we couldn't allow two more monsters to live in this world." I stood there as my jaw dropped and I repeated her words back in my mind. It couldn't be true there was no way that my son was dead that Hayley daughter was too. I grabbed hold of this wolf and with my speed I took down one of the side streets and pinned her again the wall.

"What did you just say?" I growled at her as my grip tighten around her throat. "Are you telling me that both of his children are dead! That my son is D-E-A-D!" I screamed at her and as I did I watched her expression change from that smug look to actual fear.

"No you're meant to be dead… How?" Her voice broke as she spoke and she knew exactly who I was and I wanted to know who was responsible for the death of my son.

"Who is responsible for all this? Tell me!" I screamed once again tightening my grip as she grasped for air. I wanted to murder her but I needed confirmation of who was responsible for this.

"I'm not telling you nothing, my loyalty not with you." She could barely speak but she wasn't going to tell me who was responsible for him. I felt so many emotions in that moment I didn't know if I wanted to burst into tears or rage. I looked into her eyes and I could see that she didn't fear me but I knew that I had to change that.

"Well I'm not the vulnerable person that I once was, and if you don't want me to rip each of your limb off slowly I would start talking." With my free hand I grabbed hold of her fore arm and twisted it until it came out of the socket. She screamed in pain as I tore it off and threw it to the ground. "Is this because of Francesca Guerrera?!" I grabbed her other arm and began to do the same. I screams echoed down the alley but I didn't care who came to her recuse as I would the same or worse to them. "Tell me was it her?!" I screamed in her face as I tore her other fore arm from her.

"Yes! Yes!" She cried out through her tears. I took one final look at her before ripping her head off her shoulder and watch her body drop to the ground. I tossed her head and it landed by her feet.

"Thanks for the confirmation." With that I used my speed to go to the Guerreras when I arrived it looked like carnage there was bodies dead everywhere. It seem that someone got here before me but there was one dead body I didn't see that was of Francesca Guerreras. That meant that she was on her way to leave town. These bodies were recent kills that would mean that she wouldn't be out of the city yet, for her sake she better have be because when I get my hands on her it will be a bloody blood bath. I knew there was only two ways out of this city that was on route or 310 I stood there thinking of what I needed to do when like something told me to head toward the route 10 heading to the Bayou. I listen to my head and within moment I was on the road not far from the bridge that would lead to Eden Isle. I stood there and in a matter of moment a silver car approach I don't know how or why but I knew it was her. I stood in the middle of the road as it was coming towards me I could see that she wasn't going to stop. The closer she got and I held out my hand and I felt a strange warmth in my arm then suddenly the car screeches and stops a few feet away from me.

"Francesca Guerreras get your ass out of that car. Now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as she stayed seating in the car. I watched as her eyes glowed amber and she slowly got out of the car. She tried to show me that she was confident that she wasn't frighten.

"Star Mikaelson back from the dead. Don't you people actually stay dead?" She stood there as she turned baring her fags at me while her eyes glowed bright amber.

"One thing I do know is you won't be because they're going to be pieces of you scattered everywhere on this road." I threaten her as I meant what I said there will be no way to piece her back together. "despedazar." As I spoke the words Francesca screamed in agony clutching to her head before her body exploded like a bomb with piece of her flesh and bones falling over the road and the car.

"Star?" I heard a familiar voice speak from behind me and I turn to see Hayley standing there with a stunned expression "Ho-how are you back. What did you just do?" I slowly began to approach her and as I did I could see her eyes filling up with tears. "Your back…" She began to sob which was something I thought I would never see from her.

"Yeah I'm back, but unfortunately no one can know yet." I spoke as I looked into her eyes and they began to dilate as if I had her under compulsion. "Hayley you will not tell anyone about my return. If anyone ask you what happened here you will tell them when you came here this was already here. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head still in a trance like state. "I'm sorry about this." I grabbed hold of her neck and snapped it and slowly placing her down on the ground. I didn't want anyone to know I was back as I don't want my enemies who brought the death of my son know that I'm coming. What I have planned for them all is a fate far worse than death and I will not rest until each and every one of them pays.

Klaus P.O.V

After Elijah told me he had left Hayley to deal with Francesca it wasn't long after that I felt the final link broken. I was at full form with nothing hold me down no longer I felt happy in a strange way not as in life is amazing and joyous but the fact that we won a battle. I do not see me be ever truly happy again not the same happiness I felt when Star was alive. I know I have my two beautiful children that are my purpose to live on I know that little things they may do will make me smile and laugh. I just felt do dead inside like there wasn't any life in me I thought it was because the moon rings drain me but it wasn't it was the emptiness of Star not being here. I don't think that hole can never be filled not even by my children, I was broken out of my thoughts by my phone I looked at the screen to see it was Hayley. I answer as I did Hayley was speaking frantically I could barely get a word out of her I asked where she was and she told me she was on route near the Bayou. Immediately I stopped walling my self-pity and got into my car driving like a lunatic to get to Hayley.

When I arrived I was stunned by the sight of what I saw. Hayley standing there with piece of flesh and bones scattered around the road. When I asked Hayley what had happened she seemed confused as she said she woke up after having her neck snapped. I began to ask questions if she remember who would have done this but she stood there dumb fold, I looked at the scene and this was an attack that I've not seen before. It was some kind of witchcraft, but not something that the witches from these parts would know of. It seems that we have something new in town and something tells me that this has my mother written all over it.

I ushered Hayley into the car and drove us back to the compound she seemed rather shaken up. I brought up to the living room and she sat on the couch while I poured her a large scotch. Hayley emotions were all over the place right now with being a hybrid then with our daughter not being here with us. Then to top it all off that something or someone just obliterated Francesca. I walked over and handed her the glass and she took it from me but I could see so many emotions appearing on her face. The same that reflected on mine over the months since everything was taken from me.

"It will get better." I told her the same line that was told to me over the months. That everything would get better a line that was a lie. But sometimes lies are comforting even if you know it's a lie it gives you a sense of hope.

"When? I'm immortal now. If I can't get through today, how am I supposed to get through forever?" I sighed and hesitated before I spoke as I knew the pain that she was feeling I was going through the same but more. Hayley was new to all this and controlling emotions is hard as a vampire or hybrid even with a thousand years of experience it was difficult.

"You know, over the years, I've had my share of friends, enemies, lovers, losses, and triumphs. With time, they all begin to run together. But, you will find that the real moments are vibrant. The rest... just fades away. Your pain will fade." That was the truth even if the wound cuts so deep and you think that it will never heal. They do somehow but there always a scar left behind to remind you what was lost.

"Not until I can hold my baby in my arms again." Hayley spoke not looking at me and I knew not seeing Hope was the issue. I wanted to hold my little girl and boy in my arms. I wonder so many times how they look if there smiling or crying. I knew where they were was the best place for them with two people that will protect them and care for them as if they were their own.

"And so you shall. But, in order to do that, we need to regain control of the city. Now, we worked separately to unite those wolves. We can work together to do it again. They don't need to be our enemies." I needed her to focus on the issue that we had that her pain of wanting to see our daughter is her motivation to make sure both children returns back home.

"After ambushing them, they're not going to want to be our friends, Klaus." Hayley spoke bitterly before draining her drink. I needed to try and open her eyes she wasn't looking at all this clearly.

"You waged a just war on those who would harm your child! Not only will they respect you, they will answer to you!" Hayley needed to realize what she was capable of she didn't see the true strength that she held within her.

"Why would they do that now?" She turned to me arching her brow. She really didn't understand what she was to them.

"Because you're their queen." I watched as she seemed a little surprised with what I said but it was the truth. If anything they admired her more than ever for her willingness to protect her daughter.

"What about all our other enemies? The witches don't stop even after they're dead." I knew what she meant by that she was talking about my mother and wicked scheming from beyond the grave.

"We defeated my mother and her witches because we stood united." I got up to sit next to Hayley on the couch. "That is how we will face all our enemies. As a family." I took her hand in mine and squeezes it comfortingly. Hayley smiles a small smile, and I smiles back.

"I miss her too…" Hayley looked at me with great sorrow in her eyes. "I know from the start Star and I didn't have the greatest of relationships. Who could blame her, I was knocked up with your child." I flash of the night when I found out about Hayley having my child came into my mind. The look upon Star face when she heard of another having my child that look haunted me for long time. "I never met anyone like her…." Hayley spoke as if she was lost in her thoughts. I didn't think that Hayley and Star were that close but when I thought about how they were from the start to the moment when Star reached out and helped Hayley when the witches attacked. They built a friendship that no one actually expect even myself was stunned. That what Star did she always left me speechless in her actions.

"Star was unique." I couldn't help but smile because she was truly that.

"You know this might sound weird, but it's like sometimes I feel like she's here with us. Is that a stupid thing to say?" It wasn't a stupid thing to say as I kept thinking I actually would see her around the compound. Maybe her ghost was here maybe I was losing my mind. I just wished I could have her back here with me and never to let her go again. "I'm sorry, I know speaking about her upset you." Hayley spoke apologetically but she didn't need to as it wasn't her fault why it all happened.

"It only upset me because I know she never return. Will you excuse me?" I got up from the couch and walked away as it was too difficult to talk about Star. It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. This aching for her will be with me until the day I seize to exist.

Star P.O.V

As I walked away I felt guilty for what I did to Hayley but it was the only thing I could do. She wasn't a werewolf no longer that I sense, she was like Nik a hybrid I don't know how it happened but I was happy that she was alive. A part of me wanted to talk to her about the loss of both of our children but I couldn't. It wasn't reality to me that after everything I had learnt. So I decided to go to the compound was I there to see Nik? No because I couldn't face him yet I had a lot to do before I could stand in front of him and let him know I've returned. I made my way to the nursery that Nik had done for a little boy as I walked in noting had been touched it looked the same as the day he showed me it. I walked over to the crib and I did the moon light shone on brightly I felt a lump building up in my throat as I looked down where my baby should be laying. Knowing what I knew just added more flue to my fire that I will make them all pay for the heartache they brought to me and Nik.

I walked out of the room and began to make my way toward the stairs when I heard voices from the living room. I stopped to listen as I did I heard the voice of the man I've long for as he spoke I felt a flutter in my stomach. The same flutter I always felt when we were apart for long time every part of me wanted to go in there and I was about to until I heard him approach the door and I used my speed to get away. I know it was stupid that I should stood there and once I saw him I would hug him with dear life, but I had to stay focused I couldn't let anything stop me from what I had planned. I began to walk away from the compound a voice in my head was telling me to go back.

I stopped and looked up to see a glowing light coming from his study I jumped up and landed gracefully on the balcony as I took a step closer to the open doors my heart began to pound. I stopped as soon as I saw Nik on the couch with hands over his face crying and it broke my heart. He sat up and wiped away his tears and he looked as handsome as ever. Just a few feet away from me was my heart my love I wanted to speak but no words would come out.

"Star…." I heard him say as he did I couldn't help but smile as for a moment we both looked at each other. I could see him as clear as day but Nik looked at me with confusion unsure that if I was here. I had to stand by what I said that seeing him and letting him know I'm back will only distract me from what I intend to do. I could see him coming towards me and I turned and jumped down to the streets below I watched as Nik looked around from the balcony with a face fill with disappointment "Why am I sending myself into madness?" I knew he was speaking to himself. "Oh how I wish you could save me right now….." Nik spoke with sadness that tore on my heartstrings.

"We will be together soon Niklaus. There more blood to be spilled before that can happen….."