He hated it.

His mind switched on but his body grey like stone…

…unable to move…

…unable to speak…

…unable to feel his darling's body pressed against his own.

He only knew she was there as one of her unruly curls had somehow made its way across his face. Klaus took comfort in that. As long as she was still next to him and not at the mercy of those blasted Salvatores, then he could at least rest a little easier until that witch used her magic to stop this situation. There was no way she would be able to deny him; if he died, then so would her friends.

His eyes stared up at the dark coffin lid just willing his body to move enough so that he could hold onto his beloved. Alas, it was impossible. He was very much in a vegetative state thanks to that little spell.

If they dared to harm the girl that owned his heart whilst he was like this, then he would destroy them all. Even if they staked him, he would climb out of the pits of Hell and annihilate them with hellfire. A small part of him wished that they would be smart enough to know that he was not defeated and would do well to just leave things as they are to minimise the damage he would cause. The larger part of him however, willed for them to try something else… he would so enjoy making their deaths as slow as possible.

"How many desiccated hybrids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" Stefan hid his grin as his brother finally released the joke that had been burning up in his throat.

"You're in a good mood." Damon rolled his eyes as Stefan stated the obvious. Why wouldn't he be happy? His two biggest enemies had finally been taken care of. The pair of them were behind his seat in a coffin; Stefan had kindly placed Pia onto of Klaus' chest, her face pressed into his neck with the dagger still wedged into her back. Damon had almost huffed as he noted his younger brother's last good deed towards Klaus in making sure that his mate was with him. Oh well, Stefan would always be the better Salvatore apparently.

"Klaus is dead, his crazy sister is comatose and my brother's halfway sane again. Give or take an immortal hunter that wants to kill us… we won, Stefan." God, did it feel great to say that! Victory tasted oh so sweet. "Say it… say it… I need to hear the words!"

Stefan relented before his brother could return to his annoying self. "We won."

"Once more, with feeling!" Oh, too late, Stefan grumbled in his mind as a smile fought its way onto his face.

"We won! Turns out we make a pretty good team, huh?"

"It only took a century and a half." Both brothers chuckled at that. It certainly had taken them long enough.

"What happens when Elena makes her decision?" Damon internally groaned as Stefan ruined the mood. He had so desperately wanted to avoid this conversation. Things were going so well between them that he hadn't wanted the love triangle to overshadow the moment.

"You know how these things pan out. She'll make a list of pros and cons and at the end of the day, dump both our asses!"

"What if she doesn't?" Damon couldn't help but be deflated at this question. It was a harsh reality that one of them would end up with a broken heart. Selfishly Damon wished that it wasn't him this time. Katherine had almost destroyed him, and he didn't think he could go through that all over again.

"Then she'll pick one of us."

"Well, if she chooses you… I'll leave town and let you two be happy and not be bothered by me." The elder Salvatore looked towards his brother to see the deadly seriousness on his face.

"And in 60 years… we'll go back to being brothers and none of this will have mattered, right?" He attempted to send a cocky grin to Stefan but it dropped as he received a small answer. Who was he kidding? Elena was going to be one obstacle that would change everything for them, be it a good or bad change. "Fine. If she chooses you, I'll leave town too." As always the happiness between the brothers had been deflated by their love for a woman. "All this over one girl."

"She's a pretty special girl." Stefan added in to Damon's agreement. That she was. Elena Gilbert was indeed a special girl.

The only sound was the rustle of leaves as the light breeze caressed the large oak tree in front of her. Pia whipped her head around but saw nothing other than the green field that was surrounding her. The sky was blue with clouds that looked fluffy enough to sit on. Despite the sun being so bright and the weather so glorious, Pia felt incredibly cold. She didn't like being alone. She wasn't good when she was alone.

"What's happening?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she turned around in a full circle searching for a sign of where she was. She brought a hand up to her mouth and shook her head. "I don't understand." Where was she? What was this place? "Niko… help me…" Pia let her hands trace across the white cotton dress that she had woken in and sighed as it felt very real. She touched her face and shut her eyes as nothing felt out of place. She was definitely here… wherever here was.

"Are you going to join us, my love?" Her head snapped back around to stare at the tree… that voice sounded so familiar. She took unsteady steps forward; the bottom of her bare feet being tickled by the soft grass. "I think she's hiding from us, little one." A childish giggle made Pia freeze in place. A small figure came from behind the tree and warm hands grasped onto the hem of her dress.

"Found you!" Two sparkling blue eyes stared up at her. The smiling child had two dimples that looked eerily similar to ones she had seen before. "Father is waiting for us." Pia remained silent in disbelief as soft fingers grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her around the tree. Klaus grinned at her as she appeared and opened his arms to the child that immediately ran to him screaming with joy. "Papa!"

"I don't understand…" Pia's entire frame shook as she stared at her brother who wore a crisp white shirt and black trousers. The boy in his arms was similarly dressed. Klaus let out a belt of laughter as he ruffled the child's hair. The pair of them were sat on a woven blanket on the grass and looked very much at ease.

"His hair is just as unruly as his mother's, don't you think?" Pia blinked in response to her mate and felt a horrid tear slip down her cheek. "Oh, our girl is sad, mate. Go cheer her up." Before the boy could move forward Pia found herself falling to her knees. She barely registered the child's arms wrapping around her neck and his face nuzzling into her cheek. As though the boy had become her lifeline, she quickly hugged him to her and grasped onto the back of his shirt.

"I-is he…?"

"Our baby. Yes, he is." Pia almost felt the agony of miscarriage all over again as she held onto the boy that was whispering soothing words in her ear. 'I've been waiting for you, mother.' Her heart broke as her son felt like he was very much real. She swore that she could even feel the warmth of his breath hit her ear as he giggled lovingly.

"How is this possible?" Her brother's smile became sad all of a sudden.

"Don't worry about that, little sister." She swallowed down the fear that had built up within her and placed a soft kiss on top of the boy's head.

"Something has happened to us, hasn't it?"

"I failed to protect you, but don't worry. All will be well soon enough."

"What has happened?" Pia made her way onto the blanket, her child still in her arms, and settled on Niko's knee. He brought her head to his chest and kept the pair securely in his hold.

"Just enjoy this moment, my love. I will make everything right again. I promise."

"Are we dead?"

"No, just asleep. I'm not going to let anything else happen to you. No matter what, trust that I will be coming back to you and everything shall be as it were. I will never leave you." Klaus smiled as their son raised his head and looked up at him.

"I-if you succeed… then we will have to leave him, won't we?" Pia choked back a sob as she held the child that she had longed for for centuries even closer to her.

"He is not of our world, but he will always be here when we are ready to join him."

"Don't cry, mama. I'll wait for you." Pia felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest when small fingers wiped away the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks. "I'll be here always and forever."

'That little kiss you stole,
'It held my heart and soul,
'And like a deer in the headlights I meet my fate.
'Don't try to fight the storm,
'You'll tumble overboard.
'Tides will bring me back to you.'

'And on my deathbed, all I'll see is you.
'The life may leave my lungs,
'But my heart will stay with you.'

-Deathbeds by Bring Me the Horizon-

AN:

I know, I know. *dodges the rotten tomatoes that are being thrown*

Not only did you have almost a 2 month wait for another update but then it's half the length of the usual ones. *the writer dodges the bottles that come flying towards her*

I have no excuse. I work a lot and on the days off that I have I catch up on the sleep that I have lost. It's really just an inspiration killer. I finally found a bit of inspiration for my editing today and I had this little idea of Pia in trapped in her own little world that I thought may act as a soft bit of filler until I can commit to a good, lengthy chapter.

Thank you to everyone that has followed/favourited! You seemed to really like the previous update. ^.^ Thank you to Arianna Le Fay, bfireworks5, CrystalVixen93, NatalieLynn, WickedlyMinx, Guest and FreakyFreckledGirl11. It meant so much to read your reviews! I know you aren't happy about Pia's daggering, but I promise, it is all a part of a bigger segment that is coming up VERY soon! You will enjoy the outcome, I swear.

Please leave a little review of what you thought to this chapter. I know it's short, but I really wanted Pia's reunion with her unborn child from centuries before to get a bit of the spotlight. It sort of reminded me of when Daenerys was reunited with Drogo and their son in GoT.

Have a lovely day,

Mikki xx