Life and Death are two facts of life that people cannot change no mater how much we want too, many people pass before their time. When such events happen we mourn and grieve. But still for those lucky few that do survive and live they view life in a new light, they know that they re living on borrowed time and nothing is set in stone.
John knew this fact he always had, he had spent his life making sure that his daughter was protected, that she could live a life without having to worry about the supernatural. But still it had somehow found her, she had became a part of the supernatural world. He knew that with her been a doppelganger that she would get involved some day, but he had hoped that it would have been later on in life. When she had done all the things that she had wanted to, that she had seen the world with innocence and kindness. Not with darkness and hate, but it had been a dream. A foolish dream but still a dream none the less.
Laying in the hospital bed he wished that he had done things differently that he had told his brother that he had loved him, that he had more time with him. But he didn't have a way to turn back the clock, he knew that people drove themselves crazy with what ifs and could have been. But still he wished that he had told his brother that he had loved him before that day, before he had died.
John had always thought that when he died no one would mourn him, that no one would miss him. That he would die alone and unloved. But as he looked over to the hospital chair and saw Sarah laid there sound asleep her head tilted back he realized that it wasn't true that he did have people that cared about him, that would miss him should he pass away.
He wondered who long she had been there, it must have been all night for her to be asleep, he didn't even know what the date was or how long he had been in here. Or if she had even went home at all, but judging by her clothes and her hair he would have to go with no, she hadn't been home at all.
Still it warmed his heart to know that someone did care, all of his life he had been hated. He had been the little brother of Grayson, the better brother, the kind brother, the loving one. Not John the screw up, no it hadn't been John that everyone had loved it was always Grayson.
Then he had met Isobel, she had been sweet and kind. When she had fallen pregnant he had panicked and asked Grayson for help, he had gave it but not before berating John for been so stupid. But still he had helped him, he had adopted his daughter his little Elena and gave her a home while he was out making sure that she was safe. He had known from the moment that she had been born what she was the Doppelganger, and he knew that vampires and werewolves would hunt her down.
Then he had came back one day, he had gotten into a fight with Isobel. It had been violent and Isobel had killed him, if it hadn't of been for his ring he wouldn't be here alive and well so to speak. That was were he met her, Sarah Evans.
She was like a bright burst of sunlight in his dark times, they had drinks a few times before he had asked her out. He can still remember her stood there gaping like a fish as he laughed at her expression, but she had said yes. He had taken her out of town for their first date he had been so nervous, his palms had sweated and he had been shaking.
But when he had seen her in the black cocktail dress she had taken his breath away, she had been so stunning. For awhile he was happy, and he felt himself falling in love, but then Isobel came back into his life and apologized.
John knew he had been a fool to take her back to forgive her but he couldn't help it she still had the keys to his heart, so he had broken it off with Sarah. She had understood, he didn't know how or why but she had, she had also told him that he would always be a friend if she couldn't have him as a lover.
They had been best friends ever since.
But still, seeing her asleep in the chair. It made him regret all the lost chances that the two of them had, all of the things that they could have been.
Sarah gave a groan as her eyelids fluttered, she groaned and stood up before she clicked her back. She looked over at the bed and smiled
"Glad to see your awake."
John gave her a small but real smile, the ones that he had only ever shown her.
"How long have I been out?"
Sarah looked at her phone (which should have been turned off)
"Four days and 8 hours. I have been here for three days."
John glared darkly at her, he really should of known that she wouldn't of left. She was as stubborn as a mule and when she made her mind up about something it was like fighting a brick wall except for the fact that a brick wall wouldn't hit you back she would. That and the fact with a brick wall you might have a chance of winning against it, with her you didn't.
Sarah walked over and placed her hand on his, she always had warm hands. He loved that about her, he always had from the first time that they had shook hands. But her hands were also so calloused he had no idea what caused them though, he had wanted to ask her but he didn't want to seem rude.
She stroked her thumb over his hand as she looked at him, there were shadows in her eyes. Shadows that he had caused, and what he was regretting. If he could he would turn back the clock and he would of stopped himself from forgiving Isobel, he would of taken a chance.
"Don't, John."
He looked at her, he could see that she knew what he was thinking. She always had been able to, no matter what was wrong.
"Don't what?"
She hit him on the arm and John winced at the pain that shot up his arm, for a woman she packed on hell of a punch.
"Don't think about things like that, we live in the here and now. Not the past accept it and move on."
He scowled at her
"When did you become a wise old sage?"
She snorted and clasped her hand to her mouth, she shook her head at him.
"Right after this handsome devil broke my heart, after he had stole it."
John winced, he still didn't like to be reminded that he had held her heart and crushed in the palms of his hand without a care, but still she had been the bigger person in his eyes.
"I heard your nephew is in town."
She smiled and nodded her head
"Yeah him and my little great nephew, who is so adorable he will melt your heart."
John looked at her before shaking his head, he let it fall back onto the pillows. Before he spoke
"Some how I doubt that."
The growl that she gave him was animalistic, and if it had been anywhere else and under any other circumstances he would of found it a turn on. But as it was right now it scared the shit out of him.
"Do you want me to smother you with a pillow?"
John burst into laughter, he couldn't help it. Something's would never change, and despite what was going on he didn't want them to, she nudged his shoulder and the two shared a smile. Just like the old times.
~~~~~Potter-Evans-Bennett-Forbes house~~~~
They were getting ready for the day, Sarah was at the hospital and they couldn't really fault her for it, but still their lives went on as normal. So Bonnie and Caroline were getting ready for school, something that they had been dreading. Because it meant that they had to see Elena, Liz was spending the day relaxing and catching up on her fishing magazines, after she had did that she was going to clean her guns.
Angela had a date with her publisher, she was going to go and give him the copy of the final chapter for her book, since it was a wizarding book and could only be published in the wizarding world she would have to go to Delight Street, the biggest wizarding shopping district in the world.
Harry would be teaching Teddy some new words, before putting him down for a nap. Which wouldn't be until later in the afternoon, while Teddy was sleeping he would be going over some books that contained different types of magic and how to use them.
Then they would all come back to enjoy a family dinner together, that was if John awoke today like they were all hoping for. But still even if he didn't wake up today they would still go on like normal or as normally as they could.
Once Bonnie and Caroline had left Angela went to the fire place and shouted
"Delight Street."
She disappeared in a whirl of green flames, Liz sat and stared at the fireplace for a few more moments until she spoke
"I don't think I will get used to that."
Harry chuckled as he wiped Teddy's face clean of his breakfast
"You should try a port key it feels horrible, but flooing is the easiest way to do things."
Liz nodded her head, it still boggled her mind that there was a whole other world hidden away from the normal one, or mundane one as she had been told. Liz looked at the fire place for a few more seconds before shaking her head and going back to her magazine.
~~~~~~Cemetery, Place Unknown~~~~~
He could feel the chains and spells that were holding him down weaken, he knew that he would be free soon. Free to hunt down Klaus, and kill him. Oh how he wanted that little bastard dead, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak but he could still feel, he could still move his eyes and hear things. But when the room was covered in a bright light he felt like he had been blinded.
#####Vision#####
"Really Mikael?"
That was a voice that he had never heard before, he watched as the woman turned around her acid green eyes landed on him, but he noticed that they were flecked with gold and sliver around her irises were purple, she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"He was being nice, there was no need to kill him."
He watched as a different version of himself chuckled it was a deep and warm sound, something that was foreign to him. He watched as he turned around and grabbed her hips before pulling her close, his breath ghosting over her ear
"You are mine, my little temptress."
She smacked his chest as she scowled
"Still, he was only giving us directions."
He watched as she and himself turned and walked away, his arm wrapped around her waist as he spoke
"I am a possessive person, you knew that when you agreed that I could court you."
She raised an eyebrow at him before humming
"True, I did know that. But I also remember you asked to court me after I had kicked you arse."
He growled, that was a sound that he knew well. He had used it a lot and knew what it sounded like, not this foreign chuckling and been nice to someone, he hadn't been with someone since Ester, and even she had been unfaithful to him. But still he would watch and see where this was going.
"You won by a fluke."
She tiled her head back and laughed, it was a free and joyous sound, something that he wanted to hear more of.
"Right, you keep telling yourself that."
He gripped her hips and pulled her in closer, he bit her ear as he snarled
"Do not doubt me, if we were to fight again I would win and you know that."
She pushed him back and he stumbled, she smirked at him as her eyes became slitted like a cats
"Maybe if I was human Mikael, but we both know I am something more."
He felt desire run through him as he looked at her, her teeth had lengthened at first he though that she was a werewolf or a vampire. But her eyes had gave her away they were not the poisonous yellow that a werewolf's was nor did she have veins underneath her eyes signaling that she was a vampire. He watched as he grabbed her and pulled her in close before kissing her.
"Why do you tempt me so?"
She smiled coly at him
"Because if I don't then who will?"
#####End Vision#####
He felt as his body came back to himself, what was that?
He truly didn't know what it was or who the woman had been, all he knew was that he did get free. But had he killed Klaus?
He had seen and saw many things in his long life, he had did many things. He had trained his body to drink vampire blood something that had taken him centuries to do but he had done it.
But still that woman who was she?
Why did she appear to him in a vision?
It didn't make any sense to him but he knew one thing he could break free and when he did he wound find her and make her his. No one would stop him.
On the other side a group of people watched as Mikael began to change, the spell that had been cast on him by Ester was breaking it had been for years, but still he had needed that final push the push that they had given him and now he was on the right path, the path that would help him and his family to heal.
