AN: *Shrinks away* I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I had to do this. Don't worry though, there is more after this. You have no idea how many sad songs I had to listen too to write this.

Goodbye Little Warrior

In which we are betrayed

"What do you mean Klaus is alive?" Adriana shrieked into the phone, nearly dropping the glass bowl she was holding. "Elijah! Elijah, you have got to hear this! Your idiot of a brother is still, somehow, breathing."

Quickly turning the phone on speaker, Adriana rested it on the counter, gesturing to Elijah as she set down the bowl. Elijah quickly walking next to her, a look of mild confusion on his face.

"Exactly what it sounds like." Rebekah huffed, her voice sounding slightly muffled through the device. "He left me there, he chose Caroline over his own sister. A baby vampire, over his own sister. Me!"

"What did you do, Rebekah?" Adriana groaned, pinching her nose to find some peace. "And don't lie."

"I threw away some of his precious doppelganger blood, and he disowned me." Rebekah shouted, her voice raising several pitches. "Me!"

"Put Niklaus on the phone, Rebekah." Elijah stated calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'd like to have a word with him."

"Nik!" Rebekahs voice called, slight static being heard as she passed the phone over. "Elijah wants a word. You're in trouble now."

"Elijah, Adriana." Klaus greeted, an undeniable smirk in his voice. "How have you been, it's all going crazy down here."

"We heard." Adriana growled, crossing her arms and glaring at the device. "Does anyone want to explain to us exactly why you've all gone mad? See, I told you Elijah, that place is the epitome of bad luck."

"Not really." Klaus said, footsteps being heard. "Short story. I'm alive, the five are back, and we're going to have dinner with Stefan. Goodbye. Oh, and Adri, send us an alphabet of Latin. We're gonna need it."

"The things I do." Adriana muttered, eyeing a pen and paper. "The things I do."

"Niklaus, don't you dare hang up." Elijah hissed, alone for the phone to beep and the screen to go dark. "He's hung up, hasn't he?"

"Yep. Do you think we should call them?" Adriana asked, tilting her head to the side. "I think we should. We really should."

"Are they going to answer?" Elijah said, looking down at her with a 'are you kidding me' look. "Let's be serious here, Adriana."

"On second thoughts," She breathed, picking up her phone. "I really don't want to know. I really, really, do not want to know."

"That's probably best." He nodded, taking the bowl of the counter. "Who's coming over?"

"The Mayor of Venice, and his brat of a daughter, Leia." She grimaced, straightening her deep purple evening dress. "How do I look?"

It was a very deep purple, v-neck, chiffon evening dress. Shimmering around her legs when ever she took a step. You could see the edges of her leather heels, and her hair was thrown over her shoulder, the small edges of her pearl earring being seen if you look close enough.

In Adriana's opinion, she looked okay.

"Perfecto." Elijah smiled, twirling her around. "Dinner will be magnificent, Adriana."

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Adriana mumbled to herself, taking the bowl from Elijah. "Why do I do this to myself?"

"It shall forever remain a mystery, Adriana." Elijah laughed, watching her go with a small smile on his face.

Italy was a beautiful place in the twelth century, rolling hills and never ending greenery, and it shall always remain Adriana's home. But she wasn't blind to the obvious flaws.

She was playing with the village children when the five appeared. Chasing them around with a large smile on her face, laughing lightly when one little girl fell over.

She quickly ran over, her blue and white dress fanning around her as she dropped to her knees, checking the child for any scratches. Nodding when she found none.

"Up you get." She said gently, helping the child to her feet, still on her knees as she brushed the mud off the girl. "There you go, no harm done."

"You're very pretty." The small girl commented dreamily, her eyes searching the maids face, taking a light grip on her hands. "Like a princess."

"Why, thank you." Adriana said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I'm sure when you grow up, you will be even prettier than me."

"Really?" The child beamed, a hopeful light filling her eyes. "Do you think I could marry a Lord?"

"Definitely." Adriana whispered with a wink, nodding to the child's Mother. "Your Mothers waiting for you."

"Mama!"

Adriana had to laugh as the child stumbled away, noticing how children were easily distracted. She quickly clambered to her feet, placing a hand on her temple when the earth seemed to spin around her.

A constant reminder that she was dying.

The witch had done her best to restore Adriana's strength after she had drank the poisoned drink, but even after her sight was partially regained, she would always be weak.

A reason Elijah fed her his blood every other day, claiming it was a potion from the healing woman.

The confused murmur of a nearby crowd broke her away from her thoughts. She stepped forward, curious to see what was first thing that registered to her was that the man on stage was burning, the second was no one was moving to help him.

Creatures of the night, the man on stage called the monster, the whispers raising in volume every passing second.

"Juno." Adriana breathed, raising a hand to her mouth. "Rebekah? Rebekah, sweetheart, where are you?"

"I'm here, Adriana." She heard the blonde call, Adriana easily spotting him next to one of the men on the stage. "You must meet Alexander."

"Alexander, this is my brothers maid, and guardian of our household, Adriana Mafiay." Rebekah introduced, Adriana dropping into a small curtesy. "Adriana, this is Alexander, one of the famous hunters."

"You said they were evil, no?" Adriana asked him, glancing briefly at the stage. "What is it that makes you so sure?"

"They feed off blood, Miss Mafiay." Alexander stated, smiling down at the tiny female. "They kill the innocent."

"I see." Adriana nodded, her hands fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. "Excuse me."

She left them there, quietly sitting down on a nearby bench, placing a cool hand on her forehead.

She should of suspected this would happen, sooner or later.

"Hey, Elijah?" Adriana had called out one sunny morning, jogging up the stairs of the villa. "You will nev-"

She stopped aruptedly, freezing at the top of the stairs when she came face to face with Katerina.

"Hello, Adriana." Katerina smirked at her, running a hand through her ruffled curls. "Fancy seeing you here?"

Adriana just stood there, frozen in place, her lips slightly parted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She eventually growled through gritted teeth.

"Eli." Katerina called, turning her head when Elijah rounded the corner. "You didn't tell dear Adriana."

In one second, Adriana and Elijah made eye contact, and in one second everything around her crumbled to dust.

"I don't know why I'm surprised." She breathed, holding Elijah in a dead stare while he looked at any where but her. "You never change, you never have."

"Katerina, a moment please." Elijah asked, Katerina quickly leaving with a wide smirk. "Adriana-"

"No." Adriana said firmly, raising her hands. "I don't want to hear it, your blasted explanation. Perhaps you should listen to me for a change. I don't know why I put myself through this, you turning around and stabbing me in the back, and you know what? I don't have too anymore. I'm free to leave whenever I want. But, before I go, you listen to me Elijah Mikaelson, you see yourself as a good man, but what am I to you? I'm not even real to you, am I? After so many centuries, you just take my never ending patience and prescense for granted, I'm not even real to you anymore."

Elijah face slowly broke with Adriana's speech, pure devastation in his eyes.

"Adriana, please." He begged, following her to her room. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Adriana breathed brokenly, packing her suitcase in record time. "Nine centuries, and I can't take this anymore. Goodbye Elijah, because you've lost forever."

"Adriana, please." Elijah begged, keeping a firm grip on her hands. "Don't leave me, not now, not ever. Please."

"Leave me alone." She screamed at him, ripping her arms away from his grip and shielding her face away from view with trembling arms. "Just leave me alone. I don't want to do this Elijah, you've done a lot of terrible things, but this one truly takes the metaphorical cake. Don't make this harder, please."

"Adriana." Elijah breathed, tears starting to form in his eyes as he pulled her arms away. "Please, don't do this."

Adriana just shook her head, roughly pushing him away and grabbing her suitcase.

"Go to hell Elijah Mikaelson." She breathed, sounding like she was on the edge of tears. "And for all our sakes, stay there."

"Adriana." He called after her as she ran to the door. "Adriana! Adri, please."

She stopped at the front door, her hand on the handle. Breathing heavily, her shoulders shaking with every breath.

"Little warrior." She stated, turning around just in time to see a tear roll down Elijah's cheek. "Goodbye."

She opened the door, stumbling out of it and running down the street, dragging the suitcase behind her.

Only once she rounded the corner did she slow down, opening her clenched fist to see what she had grabbed. A golden bracelet lay in her open palm, six Norse symbols carved into it.

This bracelet had given her so much pain, and joy. The perfect symbol of her everlasting pain.

Clencing her fist once more, Adriana let out a small sob, a tiny tear fall onto the dry ground below her feet.

Elijah didn't know how long her stood there, staring emptily at the open door. Waiting for her to come back.

She has to come back, his mind argued as he stood there. She always does.

But as he stood there, wiping away several tears, Elijah knew deep down that she wasn't going to come back.

Not this time.

After all these years, after everything. He had actually lost her, and this time she wasn't going to come back.

And that made it harder to accept.

Adriana. His Adriana. His maid, his equal, the other half of their unit had left.

But even as his mind slowly began to process this, Elijah still stood there, waiting for her to come back.

Adriana remembered the Five, how Alexander had sat at the end of the table, she standing behind Elijahs chair like society had commanded back then.

"Thank you." Alexander breathed after a servant boy served him wine. "I am unaccustomed to such luxury."

"Well, it's the least we could do when you opened our eyes to the truth." Elijah said, reaching up his hand and grasping on to Adriana's left hand that rested on his shoulder, all while exchanging a small look with Niklaus. "We're curious to hear more about your order. Your crusade."

"We are but five men." Alexander answered simply. "Bound by fire and the last breath of a dying witch to a single cause. The extermination of all vampires."

"And how do you hope to achieve this?" Niklaus asked, he and Rebekah glancing at each other.

"We have the ultimate weapon." Alexander stated, putting down his drink. "Which no vampire can survive."

Latin was a dead language.

When anybody said that to Adriana's face, she would make a point of speaking Latin to them for the remainder of the day.

She had died trying to learn the language of her ancestors, quite literally.

She'd been walking back from the church when the five daggered the Mikaelsons, humming a soft tune under her breath.

She was wary the minute she stepped into the house. Not liking the cold silence of it.

"Hello?" She called out, her feet padding against the cold floor. "Hello? Is anybody here?"

She walked further into the house, immediately raising a hand to her mouth when she saw the signs of a struggle.

"Jupiter." She breathed, breaking into a run. "Elijah! Kol! Rebekah! Niklaus! Finn! Somebody answer me, please. Elijah! Gods above, where is everybody?"

Through her panic, she did not hear a man sneak up behind her, though she did feel the dagger being shoved in her heart.

She gasped at the sudden pain, dropping to her knees and crying out, seeing the tip break through her dress.

A large crack quickly followed the pain, Elijah immediately rushing towards Adriana, catching her when she collapsed.

"Adriana." He said to her frantically, seeing the blood begin to pool from the wound. "You need to stay with me."

"You're here." She breathed up to him, slightly dazed. "I thought you were dead."

"You're okay." He said, trying to reassure more himself than her. "You're going to be okay."

She just smiled up at him, her eyes starting to water as blood dripped down the side of her mouth.

"You're here." She breathed again, her eyes starting to droop. "Now how about that, little warrior?"

Elijah froze, resting his hands on either side of Adriana's face.

"Don't leave me, please." Elijah begged, ripping open his wrist. "Drink this."

"I want to die." Adriana choked out, pushing away his wrist. "Goodbye little warrior."

"Please Adriana." Elijah begged, bringing up his wrist once more. "Just drink it, please."

"Oh, little warrior, how you have grown." Adriana muttered, raising her bloodied hand and resting it on his cheek. "I love you. Remember that."

Her eyes dropped, her head drifting to the side, a small smile on her lips. The hand resting on Elijah's cheek curled into itself, before swiftly dropping to lay across her stomach.

Elijah sat there, frozen for several seconds. Staring down at her still body.

"Adriana?" He asked, roughly shaking her. "No. No! Please! Adriana!"

She just laid there, limp and cold on the floor. Blood slowly dripping onto the ground, the air around Elijah suddenly very cold.

"Elijah." Niklaus stated from behind him. "She's gone, we must leave."

"I'm not leaving her here to rot." Elijah muttered, holding Adriana's body close, as if she was the only thing that would keep him alive. "I'll give her a funeral fit for a roman queen, coin and all."

She felt it, some way, somehow, she felt it.

Adriana was startled from sleep, a large pit of dread growing in her stomach.

"Kol." She whispered out of the blue, quickly grabbing her phone and speed dialling his number. "Come on, come on, pick up."

The call went to voicemail immediately, making Adriana close her eyes and curse in several languages.

"You better be on a killing spree, Mikaelson." She growled at the phone, bringing it away from her ear. "Or by the gods help me."

A Mother always knows if something is wrong with her child, whether it is blood or not. So, she did the next best thing, she called Klaus.

Luckily, or unluckily she would find several moments later, he picked up.

"Adriana." He choked out in greeting. "I'm sorry."

"Klaus." She hissed into the phone. "Just tell me, I'm wrong. Tell me I'm overreacting like always, please."

"I'm so sorry, Adri." Klaus said, sounding pained. "But Kols dead."

Adriana felt numb, her phone slipping out of her fingers and clattering onto the floor, the call disconnecting.

"No." She said in denial, shaking her head and jumping out of bed. "Not Kol, no, no, no." She paced frantically, holding her head in her hands. "Not Kol, anybody but Kol."

She froze, dragging a hand across her face, and breathing out heavily.

"Not my baby." She whispered to the empty room, her legs failing her completely as she collapsed, sobs filling the dark room.

"No." She said, choking on her own tears. "Please, my baby! Not my baby! Not again. Please."

Adriana scurried backwards to lean against the wall, curling in on herself completely, harsh sobs filling any spaces in her mutterings.

She raised her head, her eyes red and puffy with crying, a small snarl escaping her lips.

"Not my bloody baby." She growled, picking herself up and storming out of the room, beginning to kill everything in sight.

Lets just say a hotel in France was mysteriously set on fire that night.

She looked like she was sleeping, laying there in the coffin.

Yes, Elijah tried to convince himself. She's just sleeping, she'll wake up eventually. And shake her head about the ridiculousness of this all.

She was all dressed up, her hair brushed and the blood whipped away, laying there in a white dress and a golden wreath of flowers resting on her head.

"I wonder what you would say if you could see me now." Elijah whispered, looking down at her. "You would probably scowl at me, you never were one for fancy things. But that doesn't matter now, because your gone."

He sighed, opening his hand to show her the golden coin resting on her palm.

"You never let go of the old ways." He stated holding up the coin. "I remember you telling me about your ferryman, how he would only take you across if you paid him."

She didn't reply, not moving a inch.

"Here you go." He said, uncurling her hand and placing the coin in it. "You and your myths."

He laughed without humour.

"Goodbye Adriana." He finally whispered, letting her hand drop. "I'll miss you, when we leave for France, I'll make sure there is some of those stylised lilies you like so much. I promise. Goodbye Adriana, I love you."

He finally stepped back, closing the lid and letting the servants carry her away. Watching them lower her into the ground, and slowly cover up her coffin with the earth.

"Goodbye Adriana." He choked out one last time, when the servants had left. Reading the large slab on the ground one last time.

Here Lies Adriana Mikaelson

May Her Memory Live On, Always And Forever

Maybe, if he had been a little bit older, he would hear the tapping sound from far below his feet as he walked away.