"When all of our friends are dead and just a memory
And we're side by side; it's always been just you and me
For all to see…"
Violet had set the notebook in her lap and sat a little straighter. She had been trying her best to write out the words that she wanted to say. Folding the paper carefully, she held back a cough that was forming. The letters she had written were after she died and she didn't want Marcel stepping in to see what she was doing.
She was lying in the bedroom since arriving back from the compound. She wanted more than anything to be out in the main room but it was best for her to be in there. Her condition worsened and she didn't have much time left.
It was hard for Violet to just lie there and stare out the window without much to say. Marcel of course had kept her company but she knew how much it hurt him to see her the way she was. He was the type of person who would help all the way to the end and when he couldn't save someone it struck him. Besides that he was getting to the stage she was at.
"Speak of the devil, I was just thinking about you" She spoke softly as she adjusted the pillow. Violet made sure to tuck them underneath there so no one would find them until they moved her.
Marcel had cracked a faint smile and he stepped inside the room slowly. He hadn't said anything as he just stared at her. He noticed that she changed clothes so he pointed to the outfit she had on. Violet glanced down at herself and laugh a little. "Oh yeah, I broke your rule and got up to change. I thought I'd change so I at least look god enough to bury…Then that way you don't have to worry about it"
"I would have taken care of it Vi…" Marcel walked over to the bed and sat on the edge next to her. She had picked herself up to sit up as straight as she could.
"It's something you wouldn't have to worry about. Besides, I put on pants and a shirt that looks damn good on me. Who said you can't be this confident in your looks while dying?"
"Vincent wanted to stop by and say you know his goodbyes I guess" He hadn't commented on anything because he didn't really want to acknowledge what they were going through.
Violet had nodded and silent had appeared again. They hadn't talked that much because they hadn't felt like it. Neither one of them knew exactly what to say to each other under the circumstance. The Mikaelson's were apparently gone from New Orleans and Marcel had told her that Elijah had him compelled his memories away. She was hoping that she would have been able to say goodbye to him but she didn't think he'd remember much of anything. Plus he wasn't anywhere to be found.
They sat there, hand in hand enjoying their silence together. Vincent had popped in sometime later and Marcel knew it was his cue to step out.
"So this is how a funeral goes except I'm not dead and I get to hear every word you say…This really isn't creepy or anything" She spoke up as Vincent stood towards the end of the bed.
He had laughed slightly and shook his head. "I got to hand it to the both of you. You're taking it better than I thought. A witch puts a dying spell on a vampire and you have yet to go on a killing spree that you're fond of"
"Maybe if I wasn't so weak I would have done it one last time…" Violet shifted her eyes down towards the blanket. For all she knew this was her last chance of ever being alive. The spell could possibly be unbreakable and everything would be gone. "You know, I wish I would have known sooner because I would have done all of the things I have yet to do. For being whatever age I am, I still have a bucket list"
"I will try my best to pull you out of whatever this is that the Hollow has over you. If Freya could bring her siblings back together at some point then I'm sure I can do this for you"
Violet hesitated looking at him because she knew how bad she looked. The thing was everyone had pretty seen her especially him so it wasn't anything new. "You know what Vincent, you've always been accepting of me since day one. I don't know what it is but you are like an old soul to me. I think you're one of the few witches that actually like me around here…Come to think of it, I've done a lot of damage to this city. I've massacred hundreds of witches, hunted so many wolves in the swamp that I'm surprised I've even lived this longer. I guess living in Marcel's shadow has some sort of benefit"
Vincent had listened to her and let her continue with whatever she was talking about. The two of them had gotten along ever since they met and it was rare. Her words were right because Violet did have quite a reputation in New Orleans that it was never forgotten. When her ripper side had in during the 1950's, Marcel had no problem using her as a threat against the witches. The wolves obviously hated her because she hated them.
"I've done so many bad things around here that I just…Maybe this is karma. We get away with living forever and all that but no one ever talks about the guilt, the loneliness or the pain that we go through" She sighed not knowing why she was rambling. Violet was pretty bored and was ready for this whole death situation to be over and done with. "Anyway, how long you think it's going to take?"
Shrugging his shoulder, Vincent didn't have much of a response. "I'm not entirely sure. If I could get a few witches in on it I may have shorter time but I really don't have an answer"
"Well thanks for trying…It can't be that bad I mean Rebekah and Marcel decided to lock me away for five years in the beginning. Then he decided to lock me away for fifteen…"
The witch didn't have much to say nor he did he know what words would fit this situation. He had tried to think of something to say and came up with something. "For all of this talk around here I used to think you were this monster, the Klaus of New Orleans"
Violet had laughed lightly with a smile. He had done the same before looking around the room. "These stories around here about you are mostly false but I'm using mostly lightly. There is no denying that you have done wrong but you do what you have to. These people around here don't know your heart or loyalty. You protect those you care about and everyone around here doesn't see that so they paint you as a monster. There will always be a spot around here for you whether it is intended or not"
Her smile had faded and her hand had nodded slightly. She bit her tongue trying her best to believe the words he was saying but she wasn't taking that much word for it. "I always said you try to see the best in people even when they don't deserve it. It was nice to see you again Vincent, take care of yourself"
Vincent had faintly smiled and patted the edge of the bed. He looked her over once more time and made his way back out into the open room. He had paused when he saw two people standing in front of him; Vincent thought they had left last night.
"How is she?" The woman asked.
"She got pulled into a witch vendetta for no apparent reason. She's going to die hurt but luckily for her not alone"
Marcel had been sitting on the couch and looked up when Vincent spoke. He made his way to hi so he could talk to him. The woman didn't say anything but looked down to the child with her. "Just stay out here with Marcel and Vincent, I'll be right back"
Violet had adjusted the pillow once again until she saw Hayley standing in the doorway. She had frozen not expecting her to be there at all. She blinked a couple of times thinking that her eyes were deceiving her. The women weren't close and would hardly consider themselves friends.
"Hey…" Violet said. She didn't have much to say considering she was caught off guard. "I thought you left New Orleans"
"That's where Hope and I are going now. It took longer to pack than what I thought" Hayley had looked so fresh faced compared to her that it took her a minute to take in Violet's appearance. She noticed she was staring so she looked away from the hybrid. They hadn't said anything else for a while but Hayley broke the silence.
"I wanted to come by and say thank you before we left town"
Violet had been confused by what she was talking about. "Thank you for what?"
"For everything you done for Hope and I. I know we've only known each other due to who we know but you've done a lot to help us"
Still having been caught off guard, she didn't understand why she was saying thank you. Violet momentarily forgot that she was dying and it was something that Hayley felt it needed to be said. "Well you're welcome for whatever I did to help"
"Hope wanted me to say thank you for last night. She had fun when she stayed with the two of you in the penthouse that time; she said even though you disliked you she eventually got you to color one of her pictures. She plans to hang it up in her room"
This time a smirk had formed on her pale lips. "Where are you guys going?"
"Mystic Falls. Caroline Forbes or should I say Salvatore and an old history teacher of mine opened up a school for children like Hope. You know, one with supernatural abilities, some place that will be able to help her in the future"
"Will you tell Stefan that I…" Violet had raised her hand to her mouth and closed it forgetting the cold truth that hit her. She honestly forgotten about his death and that hit her close to home. Licking her lips, she moved her hand her hand to brush off what she said. "That's one thing I didn't have a chance to do, say goodbye. I really am now starting to believe in destiny and fate, I mean our destiny is already decided and we're just trapped in it"
Hayley had raised her eyebrows as an I know moment and nodded. She glanced over her shoulder and reminded herself about Hope. Taking a breath, she spoke. "We really should get going; it's going to be a long drive…Maybe someday you'll have a chance to get everything you wanted"
Violet had agreed at her first part, she wasn't going to comment on the second. "Tell me about it, going back and forth between here and Georgia was a pain in the ass. You do anything for love though. Stay safe Hayley and take care of Hope, she's a good kid. After all this is over maybe you'll find the time to come back to New Orleans with her family"
The hybrid had offered some sort of smile as if that could change the whole situation. Turning away, she starting walking out in Hope brushed past her and ran inside the bedroom. Hayley had heard about how she looked and she didn't want her daughter to see her in that state. She reached out for her wrist but the little girl was fast and already at the bed.
Violet had turned lightly not expecting a little girl to run inside and stare at her. Hope's blue eyes were wide at the condition of her. The veins stuck out like a sore thumb and the greyish colored skin was absolutely terrifying to look at.
"Hope sweetie, it's time to go" Hayley said moving forward to grab her daughter.
"Marcel said you were sad…Mom is taking me to this school is Mystic Falls so I drew you a picture before I leave" Hope had a piece of paper held tight in her hand but she placed it on Violet's lap. The vampire had grabbed it and opened the folded paper to take a look.
"Quite the artist, just like your Dad… Maybe sometime soon Marcel and I will have to take a trip up there. Stay safe little one"
Violet couldn't look at Hope so she just focused on the picture. The girl had leaned forward and hugged her lightly before pulling away. She knew that Vincent wasn't going to be able to bring them back anytime soon it Hope could possibly be an adult the next time she sees her. It started to pain her again at the thought of her not being around for God knows how long.
The urge to cough up blood once again came around she quickly turned the opposite way. She had begun coughing and it was Hayley's que to get Hope out of there. She had asked for Marcel to step in and he did realizing that this is escalating quicker than he thought it would.
After Violet had one of moments of weakness, Marcel had shut the bedroom doors and sat back out in the living area. He was planning on using his vampire hearing to hear anything out of the ordinary but she needed to just rest for the moment. At least an hour or two later, there was a knock at the door. He had gotten back up and opened it.
"How is she?" Klaus Mikaelson had stood in the hallway much to Marcel's surprise. He had believed that he left yesterday afternoon due to the fact that Hayley and Hope were still in New Orleans.
"She's dying Klaus, there's can't be anything worse than that" He responded back. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I wanted to pay my respects. I left giving my daughter one last look and I wanted to see Violet one last time"
Marcel moved away from the door knowing that it was something that would fit both of them. He knew whatever the two of them had was something different than what he had with her. Klaus hadn't brought harm to her since they were an item expect for the incident a few days back. The two of them now had some mutual ground much to Marcel's relief.
Klaus had thanked him and slipped inside of the penthouse and back towards the bedroom. He had taken a deep breath before opening the doors. Looking at Violet with her eyes closed almost made him question if she was still alive but he used his hearing to check. He cracked the doors to give privacy then walked towards her quietly careful not to wake her.
"I thought I heard a man with an accent" She said cracking her eyes lightly. A closed smile had formed on her mouth and she struggled to sit up. Klaus had smirked a little before moving over to help her. "Thanks…I thought you left already"
"I did. I stayed in Baton Rouge over the night as Hayley told me she and Hope were leaving this afternoon. However, I came back to see you before trying to find Elijah after what Marcel did"
Violet had sighed remembering what he had told her earlier. She couldn't believe that Elijah asked for that and Marcel did it. It would be strange to see a Mikaelson roaming around not remembering her identity. She did wonder what he would be like without the vampirism, she wondered herself what she would be like without her memories.
"Yeah I heard about that. Sorry for it and for your family being split up" She said glancing at him.
"Elijah deserves to be free as much as Rebekah does. I just want to keep a close eye on him"
Violet turned a little to her right to face him and looked into his eyes fully. "Promise me you're not going to do anything stupid like go on a bloody rampage" She said seriously knowing how Klaus was. If she was in his shoes she probably would do the same thing and she wanted him to stay the same. Cami had helped him greatly with his anger and she thought of Hope. He didn't need to turn back into a monster after all the work he made.
Klaus hadn't said anything and instead looked away from her. Violet should have known the answer already so they momentarily sat in silence until she broke it.
"The worst part about dying is you slowly realize all of the things you wanted to do. Can you believe I've been alive for like two hundred and some years and I've never left this country? I always wanted to go to Moscow and enjoy the snow. Lay on the beach of Jamaica, go to Ireland. I would much rather by dying on the beach than a penthouse"
"Why didn't you go?" Klaus asked curious to her reason.
"Why do you think?" Looking at him again, she had a faint smile on her face. "I thought that if I went anywhere to far that Marcel would need me and I would be too far way to help. Loyalty and love board line each other and apparently I was in the mix" She stopped talking realizing how sad that made her sound.
Klaus had done his famous smirk and sat on the edge of the bed. "Since we're making promises here, I promise to take you wherever you want to go. You and I can visit anywhere you desire"
Violet's face had lit up in excitement until it fell flat once again. It was hard to feel some sort of hope when she knew that whatever she wanted to do wasn't going to happen. Klaus had been so supportive to her over the last five years that it was hard to think of them as enemies before.
"Thank you for everything you've done for me all this time. When I left New Orleans I really thought I was going to be alone and forgotten because I already knew that Marcel had hated me. Your family didn't trust me and I thought I'd never see any of you again. Then came you and I didn't feel the loneliness anymore. You made me forget myself, I almost felt like I was human for a while. I thought I was someone else, someone good"
"You are someone good whether you want to believe it or not. You may think that you are defined by you ripper side but you know you are more than that. When Marcel first turned you I wasn't sure of what you would be. I honestly thought you would be dead in a matter of days but you knew how to fight. There was something about you that Marcel found and I wasn't sure what that was but then I figured it out. You fight for what you believe in and you fight even harder for those you love"
There was no denying that she and Marcel had a connection but she couldn't deny that she had one with Klaus. Cami had somehow done wonders for him and Violet was able to see that side of him. She only knew him as the unstoppable hybrid that she was always at war with. Instead she got a softer side from hearing stories about Hope to him complaining about Elijah. Klaus had also got to know Violet a little differently without Marcel or his siblings interfering. The two had made quite a pair but their time together didn't last long.
Violet was good at keeping the silence as she didn't really respond when someone would say something. Klaus instead leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently which she responded to with a deep breath. They locked eyes for a moment before she had begun coughing up blood once again. He had got up in reaction and went to get Marcel who didn't hesitate to help as usual. Marcel had sat on the edge where Klaus was checking on her condition before looking towards him.
"I think it's time for you to go" He said and it sounded harsher than he meant. Marcel just wanted Violet to be okay and Klaus didn't need to see what was going on. Klaus had waited but he knew that he needed to go anyway to find his brother.
With the Original disappearing in an instant, Marcel had gotten back up in order to clean the blood up. Violet had wiped her eyes as she had begun lightly crying, she turned his direction. "Will you stay with me until it's over?"
Glancing at her, he did what she wanted because he wanted to do whatever made her comfortable. She grabbed the bloody blanket and threw it over the side of the bed then moved over. Marcel had climbed in next to her and she scooted closer to him trying to feel somewhat relaxed.
She was trying to think of something to say but she couldn't think of anything that sounded clever. Violet instead starting speaking anyway. "When I was a little girl, I used to picture the life that I was going to have and I tell you what, it sure wasn't this. I had this whole fairytale in my head as if it would come true once I got old enough. I wanted to live in a plantation house with a wraparound porch to watch the sunrise. I wanted to have children to take care of the die and grow old with the person I loved. When I think of it now, I couldn't even imagine my life like that. It's crazy to think of how everything can change in an instant"
"Why don't you close your eyes and try to imagine it in your head" He responded looking at her.
Violet didn't understand what he meant or even what he was talking about. She did what he said though curious as what was going to happen.
When Violet opened her eyes, she had been standing on a porch looking at a long dusty road. For a moment she thought she was at her Georgia home but the whole scene was unfamiliar to her. She was dreaming, Marcel had given her a dream of the life that she had imagined. Taking a breath, she felt normal like before, not sick or in pain. Walking towards the edge of the porch, she placed her hands on the balcony, everything was quiet.
The screen door behind her had popped open and she turned to see who it was though she already figured. Marcel had shut the door behind him and smiled back when she did the same. She stepped over and hugged him not believing what was going on.
"For a second I thought you were going to be a child then I would have to curse you for that one"
He laughed faintly at her remark. "I thought it would be better for us to have some time together, unless you want that to come true like your magical dream last time"
Violet shook her head and moved back over to her spot. He had placed his hand on top of hers as they both stared out into the empty field. They had stayed that way for quite some time but Violet began to feel a little different. She didn't want to acknowledge the feeling so she just looked over at him.
"If Vincent figures out a way to bring us back and you come out first, I just want you to promise me that you will be happy. Don't make it a life mission to bring me back if it isn't possible. I want you to be happy with whatever the outcome is because Vincent possibly can only bring one of us back and let's face it; it's going to be you. Whether you're happy here in New Orleans or even New York…"
Marcel looked at her once she stopped talking and that was when he knew something was wrong. She had stood there not saying anything and he was starting to lose control of the situation. That only meant that Violet was indeed dying at that very moment.
He had opened his eyes once the dream had completely vanished and his eyes lowered down to her. Marcel knew at that moment that Violet was gone and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"Hey…I hope I'm not too late I wanted to…" Josh had just opened the bedroom door but froze when he saw the couple. Violet's skin and turned completely grey and her veins had stuck out more than usual. Marcel had lifted his eyes at him then lowered them to the ground.alizing how sad that made her sound.
