Hi everyone! This is not my own story, I'm actually just translating lilycantu's story (which is written in Spanish). I read it and loved it and thought it would be a good idea to translate it for our non-spanish readers. I contacted her and she gave me permission to translate it! The plot is entirely hers, I made no changes other than the necessary grammatical corrections for the story to make sense after being translated.
*Obviously, I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. All rights reserved to the respective owners.*
All that being said, I hope you guys enjoy the story. Please let me know what you guys think and whether I should continue translating the story or not. Thanks xx
Chapter 1: Ain't No Sunshine
"No not now, give it to Elijah," he said contemptuously to the man approaching with a pile of papers as he walked down the candle lit corridor.
Klaus Mikaelson quickly removed his coat and threw it on the first chair he found, he looked at his watch, and ran down the hall. He gently pushed a wooden door and silently peeked into the dark room before entering, closing the door behind him. The pink curtains swayed in the open window, the bright light of night illuminating the place in a soft pink glow, the wooden knight and other dolls were scattered around the small four-poster bed.
"Daddy" he heard along with a shriek of laughter, he staggered back as he felt a small banging on his legs, he smiled as he bent down to pick up the little girl with blonde curls and hugged her tightly. "You're late" she scolded with a frown and folded her arms over her green eyes staring at her father with annoyance.
"I know, but I have a gift for you, little wolf." He laughed as he looked at his daughter, her blonde curls framing her angelic face, glowing and sweet, disarranging the fire in her green eyes, giving her face only a small mischievous shine.
"I don't want a gift" she pouted as her father carried her back to the bed and placed her under the blankets knowing that she was up past her bedtime waiting for him to get home.
"Seriously?" he joked, sitting next to her as she settled her head back on her pink pillow. "What's wrong, my little wolf?" he asked as he removed one of her curls from her forehead.
"I want a story, read me a story" she softly demanded looking at her father with all the deliberate determination of a 5 year old girl that was used to getting her way.
"Alright," Klaus said, reaching for one of the books on his bedside table. She grabbed his hand and shook her head. "No?" he asked confused. She shook her head again and hugged him, laying her head on his chest. He sighed, softly stroking her head wondering what his daughter wanted.
"I was thinking about mommy today…" she whispered.
"Oh Lizzie"
Lizzie looked at her father, her small eyes now shinning as tears fell, he hugged her tightly, while her small body shuddered.
"I miss mom" she sobbed. "I want mom, I want her now. I miss mommy" she continued sobbing inconsolably.
Klaus sighed, closing his eyes, hugging her tighter and stroking her hair. Lizzie was his in so many ways. She was almost an exact image of him, her blonde curls the same exact tones as his, the features of her face very similar to his; her determination to get exactly what she wanted rivaled even his own. At times, he liked to sit and admire with pride as his daughter demanded and challenged everyone around her, feeling his blood running through her veins, watching the fire in her green eyes, that green flame burning with defiance. But when darkness came, that green fire in her eyes resembled only one person, her mother.
"I miss mommy" she repeated softly. He could still hear a small quiver in her voice signaling that she was still crying. He hugged her harder, staring at the moon and the black sky covered in stars.
"I miss her too, I always do. She'll always be my reason to live, to breathe, to do everything I do" he sighed. "You know what," he said as he put her back on the bed, watching his little girl drying her tears with defiance, it made him smile, he could see her mother so clearly in many of the small gestures Lizzie made.
"Do you want to know how I met your mother?" he asked, removing the tear-damp curls from her face.
Lizzie's eyes sparkled with curiosity, Klaus knew that look very well.
"How long ago? Before I was born" she asked with curiosity and joy.
He laughed, "Yes, before you were born," he said, getting more settled in bed.
"Was mommy a princess, daddy? Did you rescue her?!" she whispered excitedly, her green eyes shining in the gloom.
Klaus sighed and held that little hand that had slipped into his, he had all her attention now.
"No Lizzie" he said with a smile squeezing her hand "it was the other way around."
"Seriously?" his daughter's eyes widened. "What happened dad? How did you meet Mom?"
The night was silent, while the moon glimmered feebly in the sky, and Lizzie looked at her father.
"How I met your mother was…"