Hey guys!
So this is my first fanfiction. I really hated how the Originals ended, and believe that Klaus and Caroline deserve a better ending. Hope as well, deserves her father. Klaus always said that he would be Caroline's last love, so this is my effort to give him that chance. So here it is! This chapter is just a bit of a preview, so please review to let me know what you think. Happy reading, my loves.
Liz
Death is something that we all know will happen. We fear it's arrival, and hope to delay it as much as possible. But for my family, and their safety, I would die a thousand deaths.
I knew that Elijah would find his happiness here on the other side. He would be reunited with Haley, and he and the young wolf would be in blissful happiness. I did not know my fate, or what I would do here. My life had always been full of excitement and catastrophe. Now, I had a sense of peace.
Once Elijah and I had been sent into the oblivion, I found myself seperated from my elder brother. Maybe that was for the better anyhow, seeing as Elijah had always been my guiding rock in the world. He looked after me, even when some of my choices led to disaster. It was time my brother had his chance of an afterlife of his own.
Where I had landed was a peaceful place, someplace I had been many centuries before. Wildflowers grew from the ground, and a gentle breeze filed through the pine trees. Fresh smelling grass crunched against the soles of my combat boots, and I felt an overwhelming sense of calmness. It was the location of the original Mystic Falls settlement, back when I and my siblings were human.
I did not know why I had come here. Maybe it was to find closure, to experience the influence of my humble beginnings. To find healing, or all that bloody nonsense. Though, I also felt like I had a more pertinent reason for being here. Looking at my shoes, I continued to walk, until I came upon the original white oak tree. It was a voice that called my attention, and I turned around in surprise at its owner.
"Hello, Niklaus." My mother Esther stood there, dressed in the clothes that were in fashion 1,000 years previous. Her blonde hair was tinted with gray, and was long, twining with the traditional braids that she and Rebekah used to wear.
"Mother…" I was at a loss for words, confused by why my mother would come to me in the afterlife. We had never had a strong relationship, considering she had tried to kill me many times before. She was always ashamed of the bastard child.
"I have a strong feeling you are wondering what I am doing here, my son. Why I decided to visit you, and bring you here." My mother walked towards me, the folds of her magenta colored robes swaying gently in the wind.
"That would be a bloody good place to start." I grunted. Speaking to Esther wasn't on the top of my list of things to do in the afterlife.
"I am here, Niklaus, to give you another chance. A chance to be better. You sacrificed your life for the security and safety of your daughter, and the rest of your family. And for your selflessness, the spirits have decided that your life is not yet fully lived. There is more that you need to do, and more you need to see." Esther explained the reason for her appearance, and I was frozen in place.
It took me a moment to fully comprehend what my mother was saying. I was getting another chance at life. Another chance to be with Hope, and another chance to be with a certain blonde. My life was fully lived. But then another thought crossed my mind.
"What about Elijah?" I questioned.
"Your brother has found peace and happiness here. His journey has ended." Esther stated simply, and I could not do anything but nod.
"And you're simply going to send me back to the living world? No complications or strings attached?" I interrogated my mother, wanting to make sure that if I agreed to this that I would be taking on a deal with Satan.
"This is not my bidding, Niklaus. I am simply here in form to tell you what the spirits want." Esther explained to me.
"What do I have to do?"
"Just close your eyes. Think of what you want, Niklaus. You have things to do, my son. Take care my granddaughter." Esther was then gone, leaving a swirl of leaves behind her. And so I did what she said.
Closing my eyes, I thought of everything that tied me to my life. Hope, laughing and smiling as I taught her to sketch something. Rebekah and Marcel, sharing a bowl of popcorn at a family movie night. Kol and Davina, exchanging vows at their wedding. Freya and her love, making us a family dinner. And a certain blonde, looking into my eyes as we talked over two glasses of brandy in a dingy New Orleans bar. I wasn't ready for it be
Soon, I felt the familiar sound of wind as the leaves and grass surrounded me in a vortex. And soon the sound of wind changed to honking horns and loud voices, and the feel of grass beneath my feet changed to the texture of rough cobblestone. I opened my eyes, and realized that I was in New Orleans, exactly where Elijah and I had sacrificed ourselves.
I was alive, and I was home.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry, Caroline will be in the next chapter, along with some of our favorite Original siblings. So stay tuned!
Liz
