Hey everyone. Here is my second try for a vampire diaries fanfic. When I see the character of Klaus, I always picture that something happened, to make him the evil man that he is today, and then I created this story. This chapter is a little short, but it's just the epilogue. Please review.

Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own the vampire diaries.

Epilogue

Klaus POV

We were standing over the coffin. Me, Rebekah and Elijah. We had all agreed that it was the right time. We hadn't seen the inside of this coffin in centuries. I felt kind of bad, knowing that it was partly my fault that the coffin is not empty. This coffin is very precious to me. It's containing the body of my youngest sister. About 300 years ago, our father almost succeeded in killing us all. We tried to protect our little sister, and we stabbed her. And now, here I stood, looking at the grey body of my sister. She was wearing the same long blue dress as she wore the day that she died. Her dark hair was tied with a blue ribbon and she was wearing slippers. She was the youngest, except for Henrik. Cecilia was only 15 when our mother turned us. We used to call her Cecy. I looked at my siblings.

"May I." I asked. They nodded. I reached out and grabbed the dagger, then pulled. Nothing happened, so I lifted her out of the coffin and decided to carry her home myself. I've missed her so much.