The whole next day was devoted to trying to find their errant sister who had ran off with her lover it had seemed.

It was Azalea who found her first, sat on the swing with her eyes bright red.

Azalea sighed heavily, then stopped before her, going. "Bekah... what have you done?"

"He left me..." Rebekah sniffed and Azalea sighed, pulling her to her feet and hugging her tightly, letting her sob into her shoulder, then splutter. "He used me Lea. He just... used me."

"Shush sweetheart." Azalea said comfortingly into her hair, more than furious that this Derek had stolen her sisters innocence, played with her heart and emotions... then dumped her like this.

God did he want to kill this bastard.

"I want to go home." Rebekah shivered, and Azalea nodded, calling into the bushes where Niklaus and Elijah were looking. "Nik! Elijah! I got her!"

It was only a few minuets later until the pair arrived, and Niklaus sighed heavily. "Little sister... what have you done?"

Rebekah just stayed silent, tears in her eyes, shivering from cold. Snow was heavy upon the ground, and all she was wearing was her dress with no furs.

Elijah sighed, then stepped forwards, picking up his sister into his arms, going. "Come on love."

Rebekah just buried her head in his chest as he walked them home.

The pair left behind were silent, then Azalea sighed, hugging her lover. "He used her Nik. How... could he-?"

"I know." Niklaus sighed, kissing the top of her head, vowing never to do the same to her. He loved her too much.

Azalea shivered too, and Niklaus asked. "Want to go home? It is very cold this winter."

"Yes please."

-AtS-

When they returned home, they found Rebekah sat in a nice warm bath in the main room before the roaring fire. Their mother was trying to warm her up, but it was clear that she'd gotten ill from being out in the cold all night.

She went to bed early with her elder brother, and Azalea was left to be with Niklaus alone all night.

"I hope Bekah is ok." Azalea sighed lightly, a hand on her lovers warm chest, their bodies as close as possible so the cold didn't touch them.

"She will be ok my love. Our sister is a fighter, you know that very well."

Azalea nodded, then wrapped her arms more tightly around him, going. "I know."

Niklaus moved the hair from her eyes, then sighed. "Cheer up my love. We have the bed tonight."

"I know. But I worry, Nik. Mikael is not going to let this go lying down... Derek is as good as dead when his blade finds his neck."

"I know... Mikael will kill him when he finds him. I know that for sure."

Azalea fell silent once more, and Niklaus sighed, trying to take her mind of their insane lives. "I heard a story from the wolves the other night. An origins story... would you like to hear it?"

"Oh-? What do you mean?"

"A myth on how the werewolves were made."

"Oh. Please tell me."

Niklaus readjusted himself, then started the little tale-

"Once upon a time, there was a handsome, but arrogant young prince. He preyed upon the beautiful, yet innocent girls upon his land, playing with their hearts, stealing their spirits until they were nothing by empty shells.

One day while lost in the woods, heo happened across an unfamiliar woman. With hair like fire, eyes of the brightest silver, she was the woman of his wildest dreams.

Caught bathing in the river, she fled at the sight of him. He took chase, crashing through the trees. But instead of finding her, he found his home.

Unbenownst to the young prince, she had vanished with the setting sun.

Through the night he looked, but with no light other than his flame lit torch, he found nothing. There was nothing to lead his way.

Alas, the woman of beauty was a creation of the two women of magic who resided in the kingdom, their hearts stolen and spirit drained by the prince many moons ago.

Born out of revenge, they seeked it upon the prince.

Their creation, made of fire and earth, was their tool to stealing his own.

But something the women of magic did not foresee, was their creation gaining her own heart and soul. Drew by his charms, she could not watch the young man drain himself of spirit and tried to warn him of the decite, but her masters were not to be tricked.

The maiden was returned to the elements from which she was made.

The prince who had fallen so very truly in love with the earth maiden, seeked her out once more, but lost his way from no lights in the sky.

When it was revealed that she was gone to the winds, he fell to his knees before the empty sky, tears of silver streaking his face as he yelled to the sky, asking forgiveness for the life of sin he had led.

The remorse turned to rage in the form of a creature of the night. A wolf.

Upon slaying the women of magic, his rage was fixed in his lupine form when the night arrived.

A wolf at night, the howls echoed through the empty sky, his lament over his lost love heard by all, making fear shoot through them at the sound. A sound of lost love.

Thirty sun ups passed, and eventually he was pitied upon.

One night every thirty sun ups, an orb as big and as bright as his lovers eyes would light up the sky, his path revealed by the silver light.

One broken heart soon led to more, and the lupine orb was considered a light for lovers who had lost their way.

Both gift of companionship, and curse of wild form."

Azalea was silent as he told the story, then said softly. "That was beautiful. Do you think it true?"

"What? That these witches created the moon? Made them these werewolves as a curse?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Maybe not the story version of a broken heart, but maybe... something similar."

Azalea chuckled, then just said. "Well I think its romantic. If I ever died-"

"Lea... do not say that. Please."

"But really. I will die one day my love, and so will you. Even the immortals, if they exist, die one day."

Niklaus sighed, then just hugged her tighter, going. "If you died... I would not know what I would do."

"Well, I want you to continue with life, my love."

Niklaus shook his head. "Just... h-" but he was silenced by lips on his own, and Azalea sighed. "No more talk of death my love. Yes?"

There was silence, and he just kissed her instead, the passion growing for a good few minuets until Azalea said against his lips-

"Come Nik. Tomorrow... Mikael goes utterly mad and hunts down Derek. We should sleep... quite the show it will be if it turns into a fight."

Niklaus nodded, then let her bury her face in his bare chest, closing her eyes. He followed soon after, thinking about what she'd said...

Even the immortals died eventually.

Just a little chapter:) A little fairy tale I wrote I while ago tooXD it seemed to fit this story, so viola:) hope you like! Next chapter is some preeettttyy pissed of Mikael. Enjoy!;D reviews much loved ta x Nic