I am not quite sure how you should describe a grave. It is spotless and centered around a bunch of other dead bodies, all buried under their own headstones. It was a Monday so the graveyard was empty.

I take in the smell of the bouquet again; vanilla-like chocolate and spring. Forever our scent.

"You idiot," I sigh, "I loved you so much. Why did you have to disappoint me? You were the only one I had dammit!" I fume.

I wipe the tears out of my eyes and began to lay down heavy candles on the grass, creating a circle around his grave.

He was the first and last person I loved in my previous life -pre-resurrection. We met the day I thought about dropping out of college. I'd felt stuck. I still clung to my past, afraid of what the future held for me. Afraid that I'd loose myself.

I'd never dated, never found anyone I liked who liked me back. I stayed away from the supernatural, and the humans could sense something inexplicably wrong with me.

He ran into me while he was running backwards, trying to catch a frisbee. Now I know he "tripped" over me on purpose.

He rubbed his head which had just collided with mine.

"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, "I guess I should be more careful next time."

"Don't worry about it," I replied, giving him a fake smile, "It was hardly anything."

He looked down at my mass of forms which I instinctively crumpled when we crashed into each other.

"That's a pity," he said, looking down at my schedule and my forms to drop out, "we would have had art history together next semester."

I pulled the forms away from him, "Yeah, well things are more complicated than that."

He snorted, "Yeah, because I'm sure you have it harder than me."

Blinking at him, I gawked "Excuse me?"

He smiled back, "I have to worry about turning every full moon. What's the biggest agenda on a witch's plate? A spell might blow up in their face?"

I looked him over again and reached out to touch his hand. Yep, werewolf alright.

We were inseparable since that moment. He'd left his pack behind to travel and was feeling the effects of loneliness. Being a werewolf heightened his need to be accepted, to have the comfort a pack provided. And there I was, the broken little thing who was, ironically, too self-absorbed to fix herself.

Once the candles were set, I begin the spell, "Phasmatos Obscuram, Ex Luces Estnes Qua Umbres. Natus Ignavum Evitem. Phasmatos Obscuram, Ex Luces Estnes Qua Umbres."

Connor's form appears in front of me, as boyishly handsome as the day he died.

He frowns, "You're still tied to the other side. You haven't kill Klaus, have you?"

"Nice to see you too," I beam.

We talk until the sun began to set.

"You best be getting back," he sighs, "You have an Original hybrid to kill."

"Yes, sir!" I respond.

"You can accomplish so many great things in this world. You've sacrificed so much just to live. Look at the lives you've saved: Austen, Karmine, Jenna. They need you. You deserve to be happy. I'm just sorry I couldn't be the man to give it to you," he said, voice becoming gruff.

"Great," I tease, "you decide to become the perfect boyfriend after you've died," then I turn serious, "When we were together, you made me so happy."

He nodds sadly.

"Be safe, dagger that bastard... and I loved you," he finishes.

I nod, "See you on the other side. I love you too," I match his sad smile, "Thank you for giving me back my confidence."

"Thanks for visiting me. It means a lot, your forgiveness."

And with that, Connor is gone.

What I wasn't expecting Elijah, waiting for me at the gates of the cemetery with a mirthless smile and knowing gaze.

"What bring up to New England? If you're not there controlling your brother then who's stopping him from getting his twisted revenge?" I scowl.

"Niklaus and I are on the outs. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on such a tender moment but I was hoping you'd allow me a chance to talk and persuade you," Elijah says.

"To do what?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"To stay by Niklaus' side and withdraw your promise of war."

"War?" I repeat, I have never mentioned such a thing. Not in front of him anyways.

"I know you're still in contact with Marcel's army. But unlike them, who's plan is to bury my brother, you're actually trying to kill him."

"Then you know my reasons" I shoot back.

"They're very good ones, but I beg you to reconsider. Come," he says, offering me his arm, "Let's take a walk."

"Promise not to kill me?"

"I promise not to harm you during this conversation. If you still wish to continue with your suicidal plan afterward, I make no promises."

"Why are you taking my plan seriously when your brother -literally- laughed in my face at the suggestion?"

"I know from experience, that you can only forgive some for so long before they cross a line beyond your forgiveness. From your conversation with your former lover," his head tipped toward the direction of the cemetery, "I'd say you reached that point."

"Still, you're not asking I stopping trying to kill your brother. To stay by his side," I snort, "New Orleans has addled your reasoning."

"Then think of the child whose life you'll irrevocably change. You of all people know how hard it is to grow up without parents. I may have had my doubts, but I trust that this child will be Klaus' salvation."

"If it was just about revenge," I sigh.

"So there's something else at play. My brother had thought it may be our dead m-" Elijah begins.

My eyes widen and I clamp my hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare," I order, "this has nothing to do with that foul woman," I lie.

He regards me for a moment before he exasperates, "I can't tell if you're lying or telling the truth. So I'll ask you this; what would you do it was just about revenge?"

I look into his eyes for a moment and see hope. You'll just keep the hope alive for me then.

"Promise on your life and your little niece's that you won't tell Nik," I insist.

He nods, "I promise."

"I wouldn't forgive him, but I'd give him a chance to make it up to me, and despite my better judgment -and his old flames- I'd likely be dating him," I admit

He smiled, "Sometimes it is that simple then."

"It's not," I insist.

That wiped the smile from his face.

"I won't allow you to hurt Niklaus. He has a daughter now and I would go to hell and back to make sure that child has a father," he replies, voice hardening.

"And I understand. But if you stand in my way -no matter how much I wish I won't- I will hurt you if I have to," I shot back.

"Then you'll die trying," he replies coolly.

I flash him a grim smile, "Think what you want."

"I'm on the verge of reuniting my family. You could have a place in it," he tries one last time.

"Don't worry Elijah, I don't intend for them to kill your niece. It's unfair, to destroy her simply because of her circumstances. She didn't choose Klaus as a father. I'll do my best to protect the girl."

"Becuase it's the right thing to do or because it's the least you can do for killing Niklaus -which make no mistake I won't allow you to."

"Family above all" I reply bitterly, "I understand."

We both look up when the bell tolls.

He bows slightly, "Our truce is at an end."

I nod, "Take care of yourself...and your family."

"It's not too late to switch sides. You could be the one that changes Niklaus' ways. Guide him to be the man that made you hesitate to strike that dagger. It's not too late for the two of you. You're one of the most powerful witches in the world surely -"

"I wish it were that easy. But if I go back, Klaus is going to make me suffer and I don't know if he's going to lock me up and let me die just to teach me a lesson. I have given up everything to live Elijah."

"Yes but perhaps-"

"Goodbye Elijah, I'll see you on the battlefield."

"Did she formally declare war?" Klaus smirks.

Elijah just came from one of his negotiations. Klaus had been avoiding him, but Elijah had tracked him down.

"Honestly, I kept her in that basement for a week, she's not going to suddenly come back to kiss and make up."

Elijah rests his head in his hands and paces the room.

"You're destruction knows no bounds. What did you think would happen when you torture a girl just after she had forgiven you for slaughtering her family. Yet, she seemed reluctant to kill you. There's another angle, something else at play we're not seeing."

Their conversation stops when a shower of glass hits them.

This time, the glass wasn't shattering randomly but targeting the sensitive areas of their skin; their face, their necks, and their sides.

The familiar, sweet, floral smell of blood made Klaus smile.

"Finally come for me, love?"