Chapter Thirteen
Coming back to my time was painless, almost like waking up from a dream. Actually, it was exactly like that seeing as I woke up in my own bed, not the one I had gotten used to back in the fifteenth century, and of course the warm body I had grown accustomed to was missing as well. Due to the location of my return, it had taken me a little longer than I'd care to admit to realise that it had been real. Klaus' face filled my mind, the warmth, the happiness, and the contentment he'd made me feel was hard to write off as a dream. But I didn't get a chance to linger on that for long, because my bedroom door swung open and I couldn't help how my jaw had dropped open in shock.
'I know you said you wanted a lie-in, and sweetie you definitely deserve it, but you hate sleeping past noon.' Aunt Jenna offered me a grin, her arms clutching a breakfast tray. She carried it over to me and I thanked my body for thinking for itself and sitting up so she could slide the meal onto my lap.
With a kiss on the cheek she moved around my room and opened the drapes, allowing the sunlight to come into the room before she sat on the end of my bed.
'What's wrong, Ange? You look like you've seen a ghost.' She chuckled and whatever state of shock I'd fallen into left me like a switch being flipped. I placed the tray on my bedside table and moved over to hug her at an inhumane speed.
'I missed you so much,' I murmured, tears falling down my cheeks thick and fast.
Jenna hugged me back, her arms tightening in concern when she heard my words.
'You saw me last night, honey.' She said, a mixture of amused and concerned, 'is everything okay?'
I took a breath and forced myself to pull it together—Klaus had done as he promised. I believed him when he said he would make this a happier future for me, but to actually be here and living in it… I'd never felt more grateful. But I couldn't tell Jenna this—I didn't even know if she knew I was a vampire! But I dismissed that when I smelled the warm mug of blood next to my waffles on the tray she'd supplied me with. Clearly she knew, but I didn't know how, hell I didn't know what the hell was going on!
'I'm great.' I grinned, reluctantly pulling away from her and helping myself to my breakfast, 'although I would love an update on the gossip.'
Jenna returned my smile and crossed her legs, facing me fully and readying herself to explain what had been happening. We used to do this every Saturday morning and I couldn't express how much I'd missed it. I took a deep breath and revelled in that moment, gratitude and relief washing over me like a tidal wave.
/
It took me a few days to discretely figure out what had changed and what hadn't. It turned out Bonnie didn't remember ever casting the spell, so I had to be careful and casually steer conversations in certain directions in order to get answers. It took me three days to figure out the following:
Elena and Stefan are still going strong. He hasn't fallen into a ripper phase.
Bonnie's Mom abandoned her when she was seven instead of when she was an infant, but I don't know why that had changed.
Katherine hadn't got locked in the tomb and Elijah hadn't come to Mystic Falls. Although, Elena had been kidnapped by Trevor and Rose. The situation had unfolded exactly as it originally had, with the addition of Rose's death, though I suspect Elijah allowed himself to be 'killed' by Damon when they'd come to Elena's rescue.
Because Elijah hadn't come back, they thought he was dead.
Katherine was torn between trying to get everyone to believe Klaus was real—which was proving impossible without Elijah's reappearance and Rose's declaration that Klaus was the worst of the worst— and getting Stefan to fall in love with her.
Damon had tried to kill her, but Stefan reminded him that if Klaus were real, they would need her.
I told Jenna about the supernatural after Katherine chopped off John's fingers.
John hadn't returned to Mystic Falls since.
Jenna and Alaric were engaged.
Jeremy and Bonnie were still together.
So in all fairness, not much had changed—of course Jenna still being alive was an enormous, amazing difference. But the little details were menial, though they needed to be known for my understanding over what was going on.
Although, once everything was out in the open I was basically bouncing with energy and longing. I needed to see Klaus. The only issue was, I had no way of finding him. The guy, somehow, managed to remain a ghost over the centuries and no one knew he existed let alone where he was.
I could have asked Bonnie for help, but that would mean I would have to explain what had happened, but I wasn't ready. The main reaction I expected after I explained everything— the spell, the ritual, falling in love— was judgement. So I wanted to wait until I'd found him, encase they tried to force me to stay away from him for my own good—I mean I loved them all, but Elena in particular had a habit of interfering on other people's lives for what she perceived to be their own benefit. Not to mention she had the Salvatore's at her beck and call, plus Bonnie was her best friend, so I didn't want to risk interference before I was ready. I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to—I needed to see him, talk to him. I needed to see if he remembered me, if he still loved me, if he still wanted me, after all this time. Because if he didn't then I didn't want to risk the judgement from Bonnie if he didn't even remember my name. Though, he had kept Jenna alive as he promised, I wondered if that was him repaying the favour, or if it was because of his feelings for me.
I knew what I wanted to believe, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. While for me, it had been a day, for him it had been six hundred years. That was a bit of a time difference. But I still needed to know. If he didn't want me, fine, I would accept that, nurse my wounds and move on. I just couldn't stand not knowing.
That was why, as soon as I was satisfied that I'd gathered all of the information I needed, I made plans to leave the next morning. As soon as I woke up I flashed upstairs and to the bathroom. Before I stepped into the shower, I took note of my reflection—my necklace was gone, so was my daylight ring, but I had a spare one that I had already slipped on in bed this morning—luckily before Jenna had opened my drapes. I'd asked Bonnie to make two when she first turned me, because I knew my tendency to lose things, and the idea of having a spare made me feel better. I had nothing physical to link me to the time I had spent there. I hadn't even woken up in the clothes I'd left in, which meant even if I went to Bonnie for help; she would have nothing to do a locator spell with. With a sigh I climbed into the shower, taking the time to think about what I could do.
All that I knew for sure was that I needed to find him.
/
'I'm all for this independence kick you've got going on here, but are you sure you're prepared for this?' Jenna asked, her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my eyes.
'I'm sure. I want to do some travelling, find out who I am. All the usual cliché collage graduate crap,' I grinned, moving over to hug Elena and Jeremy together.
'You guys be careful while I'm gone. If there's anything you need, call me and I'll come right back.' I promised offering them both a tender smile that they returned.
'We will. Now go.' Elena smiled, genuinely happy to see me doing something for myself.
'Yeah, get out of here.' Jeremy smiled, ruffling my hair and laughing when I sent him a half-hearted glare.
'I'm gonna miss you all.' I sighed, hugging Jenna again.
'Send post cards. And you don't need to call everyday, but at least once a week.' She gave me a stern look until I agreed.
Just like that, I was gone.
/
I'd packed a mini cooler of blood bags for the road, and being a vampire meant that I didn't need to sleep as often as humans did. So driving for long stretches wasn't a problem. I'd made the decision to search America first, before moving onto Europe. Honestly, I was trying not to panic about how my plan wasn't very thought out. I had no idea where to start, but as I'd told Klaus—I hadn't really been anywhere, so I was hoping that any disappointment I may feel at not finding him could be lessened by the happiness at discovering a new place.
I passed through Georgia—I stopped there for a few days but it was severely lacking in vampires, and after compelling a few humans to tell me if they'd noticed any British guys around, all of them responding with a no, I made them forget me and moved on. I did write a post card and sent it out before I left, telling everyone that I personally found Georgia to be particularly dull.
Next was Atlanta. Which in all fairness was much more lively than Georgia had been, but once I found no trace of Klaus, I had no desire to hang around more than a week. I did visit the Olympic park and the botanical garden, both of which were beautiful. It was amazing to take in the things that certain states were known for, to take in the culture and the history behind the buildings. I did want to stay for longer, but the longing for a certain someone was too strong. I would have to come back… maybe with Klaus on my arm.
My next stop was New Orleans, and honestly, I had always wanted to visit this city, from when I was a little girl. Something about the freedom and life it was often described to exhibit made it appealing to me. I couldn't explain it. But I was certainly happy to finally take in the city. I didn't know how long I planned on staying for, so I compelled myself a hotel room close to the French quarter. I didn't even get up to the room—I was given a key and the lady behind the desk offered to have someone take my bag up for me and I agreed with a bright smile, and left to explore the city.
Bourbon Street was amazing. It was full of jazz music being played by live bands, people dancing and laughing together, and multiple stalls. One offered tarot cards, another scarves, another hand carved figurines (I bought a small wolf for Klaus and a bear for Jeremy), a lady sold hand made jewellery, each piece supposedly offered different things (I bought a bracelet for Jenna that promised protection and a ring for Elena that promised true and everlasting love). Once I'd made it to the end—my purse a lot lighter—I came to a bar that supposedly offered the best gumbo in Louisiana and I figured that it was as good a place as any to start putting out feelers for Klaus.
As soon as I walked into Rousseau's you could have heard a pin drop for a solid three seconds. Immensely grateful for my inability to blush as a vampire, I made my way over to the bar, carefully laying my shopping bags down at my feet. The bartender came over to me pretty fast, and I felt my shoulders relax when I registered the conversations around me had picked up again.
'Hey, what can I get you?' She smiled brightly, her blue eyes shining with warmth that put me at ease immediately.
'Well—' I glanced at her nametag, 'Cami, I would love to try the infamous gumbo.'
'Awesome, I'll get that order put in for you. Would you like anything to drink?'
'I would kill for a chocolate milkshake.' I chuckled and she joined me before nodding and walking off to get that started.
While I waited, I pulled out some fresh paper and a pen—I hadn't had the chance to buy a post card, but I really wanted to get my experience of the city so far down on paper.
Dear Jenna, Jeremy and Elena,
I have literally only been in New Orleans for a few hours but I'm already in love with it. It's everything I could have ever imagined and more. The streets are crawling with life, with uniqueness. It's the strangest thing—but I feel like I've lived here my whole life. I know that sounds insane, because I've never felt so comfortable so fast in a new place before, but here… it feels like home. Of course it's missing a few rather crucial people… wink, wink. But I think my love for this place is only gonna grow from here.
I hope everyone is doing well back home. I miss you guys like crazy. I'll keep writing. I love you all.
Evangeline.
'Here you go…' I glanced up to see Cami in front of me.
I took the milkshake from her with a grin and held out my free hand to shake, 'Evangeline.'
'Nice to meet you.' She smiled, releasing me and leaning her elbows on the bar in front of me, 'I've not seen you around here before.'
'I'm just passing through.' I took a sip of my drink, my eyes closing as I savoured the taste, 'wow this is incredible.'
'I'm glad you like it.' Cami laughed, amused at my pleasure, 'are you heading somewhere in particular?'
'No, it's a little complicated actually.' I admitted, biting my lip and looking into her eyes. They were kind and warm—the kind of look that made you want to open up to someone, 'I'm looking for someone.'
'Who?'
'His name is Klaus. I knew him, a long time ago and I was hoping to get back in touch with him. The only trouble is he's basically a ghost.' I forced a laugh, but it came out hollow.
'You loved him, huh?' Cami said gently, squeezing my hand.
'Am I that obvious?' I muttered ruefully.
'Nah, I'm a psychology graduate. Analysing people is what I do.' She shrugged, leaning back and running a hand through her hair, 'what's the last name?'
'Mikaelson.'
As soon as I said the name chatter stopped again. I frowned in confusion, but before I could panic or make a break for it, I heard a voice that made my heart skip a beat.
'Evangeline?'
I twirled in my stool and I couldn't help but throw my arms around his neck.
'Elijah!' I smiled, happy and incredibly hopeful that his presence meant a certain other Mikaelson was close by.
'It's been a while.' He murmured when I pulled back, straightening his tie and offering me a fond smile. Honestly it surprised me—we hadn't really had the time to bond in the 15th century, but he'd always been nice to me.
'Six hundred years and you haven't aged a day.' I teased, patting the barstool beside me for him to sit on, 'how do you do it?'
'I might as you the same thing.' His voice was soft, but the amusement was impossible to miss.
'So, what have you been up to?' I wondered, taking a sip of my drink.
'I appreciate your politeness Evangeline, but I insist that you ask me what you really want to know.' He smiled; sipping the whiskey Cami had bought over without him having to ask before moving on to serve someone else.
'Is he here?' my voice was small, desperate, and unsure.
'He will be,' he elegantly pulled back his sleeve to reveal his watch, 'in about ten minutes.'
'Elijah.' I breathed, suddenly feeling a loss for words and an incredible bought of insecurity, 'what if he doesn't—would he want to—I shouldn't be—I need to—.'
'Take a breath. I assure you that your presence will be anything but unwanted.' His hand left my arm when he was sure I wasn't about to bolt. I nodded in thanks to him, taking a few deep breaths like he'd instructed me to.
'Thank you,' I said, running a hand through my hair and packing away my letter into my bag before nervously tapping my nails on the bar, 'it's just I'm very aware that it's been a lot longer for him than it has been for me. And I know what he said then, but the realistic logical side of me is forcing me to acknowledge the huge time gap, you know? Before I came to look for him, I told myself that I wasn't going to be hurt or disappointed if he had forgotten all about me… I just needed to know that he was okay, that he was happy.'
'You love my brother, very much.' It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway, glancing down to my chipped blue nail polish.
'Since you left, he's been different.' Elijah said, smiling in reassurance when I looked up at him.
'Good different or bad different?' I asked timidly.
'Good. Very good.' Elijah paused, seemingly thinking about his next words before he spoke them, 'you awoke something in my brother that I believed to be gone forever. You bought back his humanity and the man I knew when we were human. For that, Evangeline, I will be eternally grateful.'
'I'm not sure I'm deserving of your gratitude, Elijah.' I glanced down bashfully, once again grateful that I couldn't blush.
'Oh, but you are. Don't underestimate how my brother cares for you, Evangeline.' He murmured, glancing over my shoulder at something before standing, 'I hope to see you again soon.'
'Me too.' I smiled, offering him a brief hug good bye, before turning back to the bar.
'Here's your gumbo.' Cami smiled, placing the bowl in front of me with the required cutlery.
'Thank you.' I returned her smile before picking up my spoon and digging in. It tasted incredible and I made a mental note to learn how to make it myself.
'It's nice to see that you still savour your food, my love.' That voice. That voice sent shivers down my spine and made me freeze all at once. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, it made goose bumps crawl up my arms.
I barely registered the sound of my spoon hitting the bar with a clatter as I turned around at inhumane speed to face him. I didn't remember moving, but I did remember that first breath I took from where my face was nestled into his neck, how my lungs filled up with the smells of leather, whiskey, paint and another smell that was just completely Klaus. My hands had tangled in his hair—a lot shorter than I remember it—but it was still just as soft and curly. My eyes fell shut at the feel of his hands on my back, his thumbs moving gently back and forth at the bottom of my spine. His body heat soaked through the thin vest top I was wearing, surrounding me with heat that made me feel comforted and safe. A feeling I didn't realise I'd missed so much until I was wrapped up in it again.
He took a sharp breath when I placed a gentle and chaste kiss to his pulse point. My hands fell from his hair to his chest, one resting over his heart and the other finding the collection of necklaces hiding underneath his t-shirt. When I finally glanced up at him, I felt my insides melt at the way he was looking at me. As his hand caressed the side of my face tenderly, he observed me with such love and affection that I wondered why I had ever believed he wouldn't want me.
'Would you like to take a walk?' he murmured softly, brushing my hair behind my ear.
'I'd love to.' I smiled, delighted when he returned the gesture.
I placed some money on the bar and collected my bags before taking Klaus' left hand in my right. My thumb moved back and forth across his knuckles as we walked in comfortable silence for a while.
'How long have you been in New Orleans?' I asked him, glancing over at him to see he was already looking at me.
'For a century or so. We came here, expecting it to be another stop before we moved on again to run from Mikael, but we each found a home here.' He murmured, and I couldn't help but savour every word, 'and so we managed to unite the factions, and together we destroyed Mikael.'
'You did?' I felt my eyes widen, both out of surprise and relief, 'that's amazing Klaus. I'm happy for you. You don't have to run anymore. I assume that means that you're a famous artist with galleries all over the world?'
He laughed and glanced away from me—somewhat bashfully—for the first time.
'I'm afraid not, love. I have a city to run,' he grinned; the pride on his face was impossible to miss.
'All by yourself?' I raised my brows at him.
'My siblings and I run the city.' He smiled fondly at the mention of his family.
'I'm happy to hear that. It's about time you realised you deserve love from your siblings.' I said, kissing his cheek when he seemed surprised, 'now about this lack of art galleries…'
He laughed again, louder than before and I couldn't help the tender way in which I observed him.
'You were an incredible artist in the 15th century and I can only imagine that talent has only grown with time. So tell me you have allowed the world to see your genius at least once?' I said, my voice gentle but not so much that he missed the sincerity in my tone.
He smiled softly and pulled me to a stop in the middle of the street. The crowd seemed to part for us, walking around us without jostling as if we were an obstacle built into the pavement. His hand slid down the side of my face, caressing the skin and when I looked up and met his eyes I was lost to the emotion in them. Our bodies moved, clearly familiar with one another despite the time apart. My shopping bags fell to the floor and my hands wound around his neck, one of his fell to my waist while the other moved to my hair to position my head at the perfect angle. The anticipation was immense; I could feel it, crackling like electricity in the air. I couldn't tell you who leaned in first, but I can tell you that when his soft lips touched mine, we took a moment just to appreciate the feeling. The feeling of contentedness that seemed to settle in us for a moment, before the lust took over. Our lips began to move from gentle, to desperate in a nanosecond. My hands slipped into his curls and pulled gently, and the barely audible growl that left his lips made me gasp in pleasure, and gave him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I could feel it all. I could feel his love for me, how much he had missed me, how much he wanted me, how happy he was to have me back… all of it. I could feel it all.
Although he seemed reluctant, Klaus pulled away from the kiss, but didn't move away all together. He rested his forehead against mine, softly smiling when I quietly whimpered in protest.
'You have no idea how much I've missed you, my love.' He whispered, so quietly I almost didn't hear him.
'I'm here now.' I assured him, 'and until you get tired of me, I don't plan on going anywhere ever again.'
'Well then, it's a good thing we're immortal.' He grinned, but his eyes were completely serious.
I placed one final chaste kiss on his lips, 'careful, I might think you have a thing for me.' I winked, leaning down to pick up my bags again.
'Oh, my love, I have more than a thing for you.' He kissed my temple and started leading me further up the street.
We fell back into a comfortable silence, that was only briefly broken when I asked him where we were going. When he told me we were going to the Mikaelson compound, we fell back into quiet again, taking the time to just appreciate each other. When Klaus bought the back of the hand he was holding to his lips, I felt the smile on my face grow as I saw the expression of complete bliss on his face—I was sure I looked the same way.
/
'I told you!' I whined, placing my hands over Klaus' as they came to rest on my waist. My head fell back against his shoulder, and my face nuzzled into his neck.
'It's not that bad.' He said, although the amusement in his voice made his words rather unconvincing.
I turned in his arms, being sure to stay in his embrace and cocked my eyebrow at him in challenge.
'Oh really?' I smirked, 'because you don't sound very sure about that.'
He had somehow talked me into painting when we'd reached the compound, and what I'd drawn was supposed to be a tree, and in all fairness you could tell what it was, it just looked like a child had drawn it.
'Well we all have to learn somewhere, my love.' He rested his forehead against mine, a feeling that led to my eyes closing without my consent.
'Not all of us are born with natural talent,' he teased, and I couldn't help but smile at the playful smirk on his lips.
'Alright I changed my mind. I think your ego is big enough without the art galleries.' I joked, running my hands through his hair.
His eyes closed at my touch and I leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. It was then that something occurred to me—his scent was the same. It shouldn't have been—I should have been able to smell the wolf part of him, and the fact that I couldn't made me frown in confusion as I pulled away from the kiss.
'What's the matter my love?' He asked, caressing the side of my face and his own brow furrowing in concern.
'Why don't you smell different? I can't sense the wolf side of you.'
His eyes softened and he removed his hand from my cheek to pull off a golden ring that held a ruby red stone at the centre.
'I had it spelled to make me appear as a vampire, after all no one could know that my curse had been broken.' He explained, handing the ring to me where I tossed it onto the couch that was up against the far wall.
'Well you don't need to wear it anymore.' I murmured, nuzzling into his chest and sighing softly at the scent of woodland and spice that hinted at his wolf gene, 'I'm sorry that you had to hide it away because of me.'
His arms wrapped securely around me and squeezed, 'don't apologise. It wasn't the same as the curse, if that's what is concerning you. I didn't feel trapped, the ring was like a cloak not a prison.'
'Still, you waited so long only to have to hide a part of who you are all over again.' My hand reached the side of his face, my thumb moving back and forth against his stubble, 'can you show me?'
He smirked when he understood what I meant and closed his eyes, taking a moment before slowly opening them again. Gone were his beautiful blue eyes, his amber werewolf eyes now in their place. My hands moved of their own accord to trace the black spidery veins under his eyes, mesmerised by the way they seemed to make his iris' glow brighter. He was captivating.
He was… 'Beautiful.' I whispered.
His eyes softened, and as they did, the blissful blue returned. His mouth opened as he observed me with so much emotion that my heart jumped in my chest.
'Evangeline I—' He started, but the sound of knocking on the door interrupted him.
'Nik, we're supposed to pick up Marcel and Bekah from the airport. You didn't forget did you?' A voice asked, one I was not familiar with, but I assumed it was one of the siblings he had stored in coffins the last time we met.
Klaus' shoulders stiffened for a split-second before they sagged in annoyance. He pulled me closer to him, my face now resting on his chest as his arms wound around my waist. I heard his mouth open as if he were about to respond, but before he could, the door was flung open, the wood hitting the wall with a thud that seemed to make the walls vibrate. In walked a young man who I could immediately tell was a Mikaelson—he walked with the same confidence that I had only ever seen in Klaus and Elijah—not to mention that he looked the double of the eldest sibling, minus the suit and a few years. His dark brown hair was cut into a modern style and he was wearing dark blue jeans with a white V-neck shirt and brown leather jacket. If I hadn't already guessed, I never would have known he was a thousand years old. He fit into the twenty first century perfectly. As Klaus spoke to him, I couldn't help but take note of the surprise and shock on the younger Mikaelson's face.
'Is there any need for such dramatics?' Klaus asked, his tone irritated but I could tell there was no real malice behind it.
'Well I sensed you had someone in here with you and I couldn't help but make an entrance. That shouldn't come as a surprise to you, Nik.' He smirked, his brown eyes curiously taking me in, and lingering on Klaus' arms firmly resting on my lower back.
'Ah yes, of course.' I saw Klaus roll his eyes in amusement as I pulled back from his chest before he looked down to me, tenderness all over his face.
'So, Nik,' he waited for either of us to look at him, but when we didn't he continued a mixture of amused and irritated, 'are you going to introduce me to your friend?'
Klaus sighed softly and switched our position so that he had one arm around my waist, holding me to his side, and the other stretched out to his sibling.
'My love, this is Kol my youngest and most irritating sibling,' Kol huffed but the jesting between the brothers couldn't be missed, 'Kol, this is Evangeline.'
I held my hand out for him to shake, and after a full ten seconds of him staring at me in both disbelief and a hint of recognition, he shook it eagerly.
'It's lovely to meet you darling, Nik hasn't stopped mentioning you for nearly a century, I'm sure it would have been longer if we'd mended the ole family squabbles before the early nineteenth century.' Kol sent me a wink as Klaus glared at him, though there was no real heat behind it.
I felt my heart flutter at the information as I offered him a bright smile, 'it's nice to meet you too.'
'Seeing as your long lost love has found you, I suppose I can go on my own to fetch Bekah.' He said, dramatically laying a hand on his heart, making me chuckle and making Klaus roll his eyes, 'though I imagine she'll be the one to drive us back at illegal speeds so she can meet the woman who captured your heart.'
With a cheeky grin he was gone, closing the door softly behind him. I shook my head in amusement as I nuzzled into Klaus' neck and inhaled deeply. Honestly, I swear I was addicted to everything about him, up to and including the way he smelled; like woodland spice, paint, leather, whiskey and an unidentifiable scent that was just him. I loved how content and whole he made me feel.
'I love you.' I murmured against the soft skin of his neck, placing a chaste kiss to his skin when I saw goose bumps rise following my declaration.
'And I love you.' He said, his voice filled with emotion that made me hold him tighter, knowing he was probably thinking about how long he had waited for this moment.
I knew that we had so much to say, stories to share, life events to catch up on, but in that moment all we needed was the reminder of what we had. The relationship, the connection we shared, and it was reflected in how we held each other, how we tenderly kissed each other's skin, how we savoured the reconciliation. And so, our haste to share information was pushed to the bottom of the pile, and we continued to bask in the happiness we both undoubtedly felt in that moment, there, in Klaus' art studio, wrapped in each other's arms.
Klaus started to hum La Vie En Rose and I felt my eyes fall shut as we subconsciously swayed together. This was what love was—this feeling of being whole, of being content and being home when I was in his arms.
And there we have it! Klaus and Evangeline back together at last (:
I know you guys have been waiting for a while for this chapter, and I really hope it lives up to your expectations!
You may be happy to know that their story isn't COMPLETELY over yet (;
I'm planning on writing an epilogue to tie everything together, and to give an insight over Klaus and Evangeline's relationship so many years into the future.
Let me know if there is anything specific you'd like me to include, I've already got plans to address the following:
Finn's confinement to his coffin
Elijah's single status
How Evangeline's family & friends react to the truth
A typical day at the Mikaelson compound in general
Evangeline's relationship with each sibling
Bekah and Marcel's relationship
Kol's single status
Let me know if there's anything else you'd like me to include/ mention in the comments!