Hey guys, It's just a prologue for now, until I feel like it should have chapters and such.

The Originals:

A love like Romeo and Juliet

Prologue

I couldn't breath, my throat was tight, my lungs burned, and my eyes watered. Why couldn't I breathe? What was stopping that sweet air passing my lips? I choked, gasped, coughed even. But no matter what I couldn't find that sweet thing that aided me to live. Tears burned my eyes. I forced my weakened body to roll to the left. I needed to get up. I needed to move. I screamed as pain shot down my spine, my feet dragged. Why couldn't I move my legs? What was causing me so much agony? I clawed at the dirt, desperate to move. However, my wounded body wouldn't give in to my demands. Sobs racked my beaten body as I laid in the dirt, blood pooling beneath me, fearing for what was to come.

I felt I was dying.

'I didn't even get to say goodbye,' I thought miserably, as my body went slowly went limb. It felt like death was creeping up from my toes, joining the numbness in my legs, and the crawling sensation moving up my back. I stared into nothing as I watched my life flash before my eyes, pausing on the scenes that had had the biggest impact on me over the centuries. I choked a sob as I remembered the first time I made him smile, his teeth flashed, and his blue eyes danced with amusement.

It was doomed from the start I knew that. He knew that. But we gave it our best, a forbidden love. It caused such pain for our friends and us. Oh, how I loved him. Everything about him: his crooked smirk, his twisted amusement, his ruthlessness, his power, his loyalty, his devotion, everything.

'We were condemned from the start, weren't we?' I thought bitterly as my eyes fluttered, but willing them to remain open, hoping to see him once more. Blood soaked the clothes I had borrowed from Rebekah, my skin taking on a sickly pale tone along with the black veins slowly clawing up my arms from the wrists. My biggest regret was not being able to last to see him again. All I could do was prey that he will forgive me. Pray that he will live for his family; for Hope, for Hayley, for Rebekah, for Kol, for Elijah, for Marcel, for Freya and so many more that would come into his life. I hope and pray that he doesn't let his rage consume him, and above all to be happy. Please, for the love of God, be happy.

I could feel it closer now, the heaviness of each breath in my chest and the stinging of my eyes as I rolled onto my back to face the sky. The slow thud of my heartbeat, getting slower and slower by the second. It seems my time on this earth was coming to an end. Giving in, I allowed the hook to pull my eyelids shut and the palm of the Reaper's hand to close around my heart. With a final stuttering intake of air, I released it slowly, and listened to the last beat of my heart.

The pain was gone. I felt lighter, healthier than ever as I stood over my fallen body. Well, that wasn't the way wanted I wanted to go out. No, what I would have wanted was leave with a bang. I guess this is what fate had planned for me, I didn't really mind. I died protecting the ones I loved. They'll be safe for now. Glancing behind me, I say my mother that held her hand out with a soft apologetic smile. I returned it with a much sadder one. I used the last of my strength I stood tall against her. How ironic it was, the woman who gave me life was now here to take it away, and guide me to the other side.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"No," was all she responded with a tight smile.

"Okay."

I took her hand. Then I heard the sudden shift in wind and the sharp gasp form behind me, hope rose in my chest as I turned around, forgetting that my mother, the reaper stood behind me. And there he stood, in all his bloody glory. His shirt wet and glistening with the blood of his enemy, his skin smeared with red. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched him staggered to my fallen body, his breath hitched as he fell to his knees.

"No. No. No, No, NO. NOO!" He roared. He gathered my corpse in his arms, his body rocked with sobs as he buried his nose my neck. For a brief moment, I thought I could feel it. "Give her back! Please!"

I cried as I watched this man morn me like no other would, how he held on to an empty shell with such desperation, his hands in the dull strawberry blonde locks, his arm wrapped around me as if to protect me from the worst. I wailed as I witnessed the tragedy before me. My tragedy, oh, how love can break someone's soul beyond repair. How it can break two. I could feel the comforting grasp on my shoulder as my mother stood by me. She gave me the support that I needed as I watched my love, my forbidden love, scream at the sky.

"Say goodbye, darling," mother offered, her grip tightening slightly. I let out a shuddered breath. His head snapped up as if he heard me. He did, I know he. He looked for something he could not see. Something that he can never see again.

"I'm so sorry," I blubbered like a toddler whose lip trembled, my face messy with tears. He let out a shaky breath at my voice as he looked in my general direction, not once letting go of my body. Another tear fell from those blue eyes. "I am so sorry."

"Don't apologise," he begged, his jaw clenching as pain held him with a tight grip. He looked down at my limb body, my gaze followed, his bloody hand running over my pale cheekbone, leaving a trail of blood. "This was because of my poor judgement. I should have known."

"You know, I always wanted for a grander exit," I offered with a weak tease that made his lips twitch. I didn't dare move and neither did he. I bit my lip as I took in as much as I could, "I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise to you."

"You can still keep it," he declared tightly, his emotions storming within him.

"Denial never suited you," I mused weakly, with a tight smile. Slowly standing, I moved to his side. I wanted to be by his side once more. I knelt behind him, sitting as close as I could, "It's too late. Just remember how much I love you."

"Don't," he warned with angry tears. He could feel my presence, overflowing him with the heartbreak and love. So much love, wrapped around him like a warm blanket in the winter, "Please."

"I have to sweetheart," I muttered running my hand through his hair, knowing he could not feel it but that it brought great comfort. To him or me, I was unsure. Leaning forward, I placed one last kiss to his temple, hoping and praying to god he felt it, "Tell everyone I'm sorry? That I love them all."

"No. No, I wont," he shook his head. Staring at this man, a ruler, break, broke my heart.

"Tell Hope that her big brave Aunty watches her from the stars," I cooed and he let out a moan of agony, sobbing once more, as the one thing I protected till my death was brought to light. I died protecting his little Hope. A tear left my eye as I smiled down at him, "Tell her, will you?"

"I will," he sniffed, shaking as he willed himself to be strong. After all, they didn't endure all of this pain and bloodshed for nothing. I gave a relieved smile; he was accepting what was to come. So I embraced him from behind, hugging him fiercely, feeling every shudder and gasp of breath that entered or left him.

"I love you so much. Thank you for our infinity," I hushed as another pain filled cry escaped him. Then I stood to brave death, he felt my sudden absence and let out a desperate cry. Only when I reached my mother's side did I turned to him, as he looked around frantically. "Never forget me, Klaus."

And with that, I grasped my mother's hand and allowed her to take me to the other side. But not before I heard the heart broken yell that echoed into the night. One that escaped the man I loved, who held my dead body, still covered in blood from the fight. The fight we fought to protect one innocent child. His child. To give him Hope.

"AVA!"

Lets recap.

My name is Ava Scotts. Centuries ago, I was a noble's daughter of the French court. A time where the bigger the dress, the higher you were in the social ladder, a time where fathers offered their daughters to noblemen for trade or wealth, and a time where women had no say. I was a woman who spoke her mind, and we all know where that got a woman in that era. But then, there was a night of dancing, music and laughter, a night where I met him.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

That night, changed my life forever.

A love was born, one that was just as forbidden as Romeo and Juliet's. Even through the centuries of pain, tears, heartache and death, the love survived, grew. It is all worth it to see a true smile on his face. This is the story of our forbidden love, the story where I would do anything and give anything just to see him happy. Just to see him at peace. Call me insane or stupid for loving a man who is so animalistic and cold, but hey, I was always one for rebelling.

Why you ask?

Well, is there ever an answer to love?

How can you explain love?

How can anyone?

I guess you just do...

Next time on the Originals:

Once upon a dream

I don't know, I'm just gunna leave this hear and see what happens...

-Victoria4505