Luna Pov

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"Aww, I wish I had brought my phone, they are so bloody cute together."

Without opening my eyes, I could tell that my leg was over one of his. His warmth wasn't comparable to the sheets or comforter. It's probably why I kicked them off in the hours of early meaning. I was laying on one of Klaus' arms, it felt like he was cradling me in a way. I moved upwards, putting my face in his neck. Perfect. Now,thiswas it.

I could stay like this forever, with him, in this bed, in his arms...

Here I was safe, here I was warm, here I was protected.

Klaus had his way of making me feel ways no one else could. He made me feel things I had never felt before. Things I'd never thought I would be feeling. Things in poetry, and books. Things I had thought were made up...

I heard what sounded like footsteps, but I did not care who it was.

Klaus tightened his hold on me.

He was so strong.

"Yeah, this is definitely going on the Christmas card."

I sighed, only imagining what was going on. I did not turn because then I would have to move off of Klaus, and I wasn't going to do that...

"Marcellus, if you do not stop talking I'm going to have to make you be quiet," mumbled Klaus against my ear.

A tremor moved throughout my body, I was surprised all he did was talk, and my body acted this way. If I wasn't warm enough before, I was now.

"Luna, we need to talk," a voice said.

I grumbled "no,"in response.

Was it too much to ask to stay in bed for a couple more hours...

"Luna..."

"What?" I asked, but it came out as more of a whine.

"We need to talk."

"Klaus..." I spoke his name in the most pleading tone I could muster.

"All of you, out of my room, now."

Someone laughed, and I opened my eyes in annoyance.

Klaus' body had tensed, and he sat up, pulling me with him.

When I finally turned, I was met with an empty room.

"You scared them off."

He leaned back, gently pulling me with him.

"They were quite bothersome. I should at least get to spend the morning with you."

"Do you have plans today?"

"Yes, I have to get my mother's grimoires from Genevieve before I end her miserable existence, and then I am spending the rest of the day and night with you."

Klaus caressed my back as he continued.

"I now realize that giving away my mother's precious grimoires to her was a mistake. I have to find out where she hid them before-"

I cut him off by putting my head onto his chest. "Klaus, you don't have to explain yourself to me."

"Iwantto, Luna. What happened a few days is something I don't want to happen again. I hate seeing you in pain. I often wish I could steal it away somehow. Carry the heavy load, so you don't have to."

"I never did tell you about what my mom talked to me about."

Klaus was now quiet as he had now begun to stroke my hair. His touch was soothing and brought me immense comfort.

"She said that after my curse was fulfilled, more balance would come to my life. Before I try to be a martyr, I should be confident with carrying myself. I don't necessarily want to be martyr. I just want to do what's right and be able to save whoever I can."

"So, what your saying is..."

"Let me worry about carrying the heavy load. I know that you want to help me, and you do. I don't think you know just how much you help me. A few simple words or even a quick hug makes an impact on my day. Some days I hurt. But you have to realize that you can't save me from everything. There are things that you can't control. I am thankful for every second I have with you. I try not to ask for much, and you know that I hate asking for your time, for anything. I hate feeling like a burden. But I promise that whenever I need you, I'll tell you. It's your decision if you come or not."

"Love, I will always come when you call me. Whenever you need anything, I want to be the first person who crosses your mind."

"Klaus-"

"I want to be that person for you. I want to do whatever I can to make you feel better, and I want it to last as long as possible. I don't care what I have to do, I'll do it for you. Not that I feel obligated to, but because I want to. I want to help you. I was a completely different person before I met you. Improvement isn't a strong enough word, more likeredemption."

"Hope changed you. I'm just some girl you rescued from the caves and the cruelty of the witches."

"No, you changed me. You made me want to be a better person. You are not just any girl, not to me. You are more than that. From the moment we locked eyes, Luna, I knew that you were someone special." We were now somewhat apart. Our hands were the only parts of our body that remain connected.

I remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"You, Luna Rahmah Labonair, are the remedy to many things. You quarrel not only my short temper but also my rage. Whenever I have the urge to go out and murder someone, you are the one who stops me. It is because of you, that I've gotten as far as I have. When everyone is looking down upon me, accusing me, you are the only one who stands by my side and defends me. You don't ask for anything afterward, because you don't want it. You are doing it out of the pureness of your heart. All my life, I thought those were lies, people doing things for others for nothing in return, simply because they cared for them. That's not true, at least when you are involved. Your loyalty has no price. Even if it was I would gladly give you whatever you wished just to be graced by your presence. I may not deserve you, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the time we get together. In truth, no one understands me as you do, that's just a simple fact. Luna, you changed not only me but my outlook on things. To say that you are my redemption isn't so far fetched..."

His redemption.

I. Was. His. Redemption.

It meant a lot to hear him say that.

Klaus was closed off when it came to things like feelings and emotions. He didn't really like admitting things either.

So, for him to say what he said, to me, was huge.

"Okay, so, I'm your redemption. That means a lot to me, for you to tell me that. I'll have you know that you make all my gray days. You made me feel clarity for the first time in all my life. You trust and believe in me when I don't even trust and believe in me myself. I may not think I'm worth much of anything, but hearing you say things like that, makes me think that I am worth it."

Klaus dropped my hands and leaned forward, caressing my face.

"I wouldn't want you to think any less. I want you to believe that you are irreplaceable, because no one could ever amount to how much you mean to me."

"You are very moving today, Klaus, I can't thank you enough for last night, and every day before that."

"Everyone needs someone, even me. You, Luna, are that person for me. To stand with me, through thick and thin. To be a light, in the viscid hazy fog. To be a fearsome warrior, if the situation calls for it. To be a listener, when everyone else has the incapability of doing so. To have and to hold, when those obscure and uncertain dark times appear."

"I am happy to say that you are that person for me too," he smirked, and I paused staring in admiration...

"To be a guide, when I'm lost. To pull me up, whenever I feel like I'm drowning in myself. To be a light, in my darkest hours. To fight for me, when I can't fend for myself. To offer kindness, when no one else thinks to do so. To offer unrelenting support, when my world is crashing down around me. To be my hero, whenever I need it..."

Every word I said to him was true. In my opinion, hero was a simpler word compared to savior.

We laid back. His arms enveloped around me, and mine were wrapped, around his middle.

No words were spoken. Though I was perfectly content with being in his arms.

After everything he had said, I knew that he was just as content as me at this moment.

In our moment.

...

"Did you got the job done?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest, to try and bring warmth to my body.

I had just left Klaus' room, and as always whenever I left him I felt cold.

Damon nodded, he still had a sly smile on his face.

"Come on, this is serious life and death type situation." Damon dropped the smile or tried to it came back a few seconds later though.

"I had an old witch friend of mine cloak it, and then I disposed of it in the ocean. The whole situation had me experiencing some Harry Potter vibes for some reason.

I nodded and relaxed. What Damon had done was a notably and significant part of the plan. I was relieved that it was done and taken care of.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked, him curiously slightly worried. Whenever he would smile like that, it made me uneasy, and usually, something bad, or raunchy happened after. That was Damon.

"You're wearing Klaus' shirt. Do you have anything under it?"

I let my mouth fall open and slapped him on his arm.

Damon touched his arm, groaning as he did.

"Owww Luna, that hurt."

I smiled at his discomfort. Hopefully, one day he would learn not to say such things in front of me. Though I seriously doubted that, that day would ever come.

"Maybe that will keep your perverted mind in check," I muttered, secretly happy that I had shut him up. Usually, he would have continued, but I think he didn't want to push me today.

Damon smiled and sat on my bed. I rolled my eyes and grabbed some clothes out of my many closets. I decided with a casual dress and a short pair of boots they were going to get shredded anyway by the end of the night.

So, I decided to go with one of the dresses Josh had gotten me, I 'loved' it so much that I decided I was going to wear it tonight. It was white and made mostly out of lace. The lace flowers were the ugliest I'd ever seen. It was loose below the waist and tight above the waist, which showed of my curves, and that's the only thing I liked about it.

I went into my bathroom to change. I regretfully took off Klaus' warm shirt. I pressed the long-sleeved shirt to my face into it one more time before putting it down on the counter with a frown on my face. I was going to miss the familiar fabric against my skin. The shirt smelled much like him.

I put on a simple pair of short brown boots. I let my hair down out of its braid. The curls went a little ways past my armpit, I wished it was longer. At the witches' place, my hair never grew that long. Clumps would fall out from stress and their extreme methods of torture. My hair, like me, was thriving in this new environment.

I dampened it and put conditioner in my hair trying, to make the curls hold better and make my hair smell good. I brushed my teeth and put some lotion on. I picked up Klaus' shirt from the counter and walked out of the bathroom. Damon was still laying in my bed when I came back. His muddy shoes on my clean sheets. I grit my teeth about to say something when he stood up.

"You're wearing that to impress Klaus?" I shook my head, disagreeing with him. I wasn't trying to impress Klaus.

"No, it's just that Josh was all sweet and got me this dress. I have my first transformation tonight so, I figured that I could dispose of it, and he wouldn't feel bad. Besides, I didn't really want to wear jeans today."

Damon shook his head and walked around me, inspecting me. He lifted a few pieces of hair and put them back, re-arranging them in different ways. I watched him wearily.

"Damon, what are you doing?" I asked, annoyed I had to get downstairs to Klaus and Hayley. I could feel my chest tighten up at the thought of being late.

"I am making you look presentable."

I scoffed, "Damon, I look fine."

He shrugged, "Alright, I was just trying to help my best girlfriend/daughter out so she can get under the sheets with-" I folded my arms at him and glared. Damon smiled innocently and did not finish his sentence.

It was a good thing that he didn't too. I would have had to hit him again.

He sighed and stepped back, "At least but some lip gloss on." I rolled my eyes and went to the vanity in the corner of my room. I pulled out a drawer and picked up a random color. However, before I could put it on Damon, snatched it out of my hand.

"Oh, no, no, no! Luna, not this color, it's too plain. Try a pink shade so you can be flirty but casual." I sighed and picked up a deep shade of pink, almost purple. I held it out for Damon to inspect it. He scoffed, "That color isn't going to work with your outfit. To pull that off, you need to be at a Metallica concert dressed in black leather with fishnets."

I sighed, frustrated, "Okay Damon, maybe you should pick the shade of pink."

Damon nodded and frowned as he stood over the drawer staring intently at the different shades and colors. I looked at my phone. Time had flown by. It seemed like I was going to be late.

Everything had to be perfectly timed if I wanted to succeed in saving Hayley and my niece. "Damon, could you please hurry up, I don't have-" Before I could finish my sentence, he stood up again holding the bright pink lip-gloss.

I internally groaned, I wasn't a make-up expert, but I didn't think this color would go well with my skin.

"Damon, that shade is way too bright." He sighed, "Just trust me, Luna, I know what I'm doing."

I just stood there. It was pointless to argue, and I had wasted too much time already, anyway. Damon put his hands under my chin and carefully put the lipstick on me.

He then smiled and messed with my hair so more. I sighed, grateful, and appreciative that it was over.

"Thank you, Damon. Now, can we please, go downstairs?"

He nodded and looped my arm into his, and we walked out of my room.

When we made it to the stairs, and I could see Francesca and her 'human' brothers talking with Elijah. I couldn't see Klaus, but I knew that he was with Genevieve. Hopefully, torturing her now that she had returned his mother's grimoires.

Rebekah and Hayley were talking probably about the baby.

Aiden and Josh were sitting on a couch. I saw Damon frown, and I nudged him to get his attention, "Hey, it's okay. I'll be fine, go and find your girl."

Damon smiled, but folded his arms. "Ok, fine I'll go, but only if you promise to find your boy." I laughed. "First of all, my boy is actually a man, and second of all, he is with the snake right now. And thirdly, he isn't mine."

"Not yet," were the next words that came out of Damon's mouth. Before I had a chance to register what he had, said he was already gone. Off somewhere looking for Cami.

I walked over to Hayley and Rebekah. "Oh, Luna, it's good to see you all dressed up. Who is it for?"

Inquired Rebekah and I looked over at Hayley, who had a smug look on her face. I smiled and shrugged, "It's nothing really besides Josh gave me this dress, and I'm not a fan of it so, it is going to mysteriously disappear when I go through my first transformation tonight."

Rebekah laughed.

"I like the way you think."

But Hayley frowned, "Luna, are you okay."

I scratched my arm nervously. Sometimes Hayley could be too observant.

I took a deep breath before replying. "Yeah, Hayley, I'm fine I'm just nervous."

Hayley nodded and squinted her eyes at me, she was suspicious.

Hayley, Rebekah, and I sipped on smoothies while we talked about the baby. As I was slipping on mine I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Something was wrong.

"Luna,"I heard the voice say my name. It sounded oddly familiar just more raspy and weak. I coughed, choking on my strawberry smoothie.

Rebekah patted my back and looked at me worriedly, Hayley frowned and said something to Rebekah that I didn't hear. Everything was ringing now. I blinked and everything was starting to get dark and blurry.

...

I sat up and gasped cold. I looked up to see a ceiling. Not just any ceiling, but the one at the church. I heard groaning so, I wasted no time and ran up the stairs. I hesitated at the door, asking myself if I really wanted to know what was behind it. I took a deep breath and opened the door, having already made my decision. I blinked twice to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Kol and Davina were in the room. They each had their circle with their own candles. Kol was sitting up his head in his hands, Davina was laying on the ground not moving. Her usually rosy cheeks were now pale as were her lips. Her eyes and nose started to bleed. I could see the puddle of blood surrounding her head like some kind of halo. Darkening her hair, with the red color.

Kol stood up and sighed sounding relieved, "Finally, Jewel, I've been trying to get to you."

I frowned, both worried, and confused, "Kol, what happened?

"Well, let's see the snake of a witch took us-" I interrupted Kol,

"Genevieve?" I asked, and he confirmed it by nodding his head. Kol opened his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off. "Listen, I know where you are, I'm going to get you and Davina out of here." Kol nodded, and I turned around and left the room. As soon as I closed the door to the attic I opened my eyes.

...

I was back at the compound Hayley, Rebekah, and Elijah were over me with worried faces. I sat up and ran out of the compound ignoring everyone. I looked at the sky the sun was setting, I didn't have a lot of time left. I had been asleep for way too long, and where the hell was Klaus.

I burst into the church and ran to the attic. I kicked open the door, and I was surprised to see Kol and Davina out of their circles. I could feel something wasn't right though. Davina shook her head at me, I noticed her face was clean of any blood. She looked terrified, she was backed up into a corner of the room. I looked at her confused. I then felt hands on my neck, I turned around and saw Kol.

But I blinked again, this was not the warm, cuddly Kol I knew. This one's eyes were cold and dangerous. Veins appeared beneath his eyes, and I grabbed a book from a nearby table and hit him across the face causing his head to crack to the side.

I looked at Davina and told her to run.

She frowned, but Kol slammed me up against the wall, and she left the room. Running just like I had told her too.

I winced and kneed him in the stomach and pushed him away from me.

"Kol, what's wrong with you?"

He didn't bother to give an answer as he lunged for me. I moved out of the way just in time.

"What happened? What did she do? Tell me I can help you."

He snarled and tackled me to the ground, I yellowed out in surprise and pain we rolled around a couple of times I grabbed a piece of glass and slashed it at his face a good three times before he picked me up by my throat and started walking.

I hit his arm and kicked at him but he continued moving forward. I could feel myself losing consciousness from the lack of oxygen.

I gasped as I felt him let go of me.

Then I panicked, I was actually falling.

He had really let me go.

This. Was. Really. Happening.

I prepared myself for the impact, but I don't think I could ever prepare myself for that.

I landed on a pew or what felt like it. I screamed or thought, I did. I then realized that there was nothing coming out.

I attempted to get up but found I couldn't move anything except for my eyes and my mouth. I felt paralyzed, so many thoughts ran through my head, but one was clear.

How was I supposed to save Hayley and the baby if I couldn't move?