Year 1793 | Paris, France

Night had fallen over the city of revolution and fires were lit everywhere. Proud cheers ran throughout streets and all those who wished for more went on the hunt for more. History had been made earlier in the day, and now the aftermath of heads rolling reigned in the streets. Death was certain for those who hadn't escaped — the once high and mighty were falling from their pedestals at the hands of the people. 

The past ten years of fighting, war in the streets, and bloodshed led to this day that promised a change for the future. 

One wrong move of the people was to center their sights on a white mansion guarded by a large gate with an 'M' monogram in the center. The family living behind closed doors had moved in and lived quietly and caused no harm to the naked eye, but underneath the white paint and fine paintings were washed-off remnants of desperate scratches and red blood. 

"Soulever et mourir!" 

A painful scream pierced through the air in the four walls of the house as a hand closed itself. Lifted into the air, a dozen men and women clawed at their throats before their hearts stopped and faces went blue. At the sight, their bodies were dropped without mercy.

With another hand, a blood-covered woman dug her hand into two chests to pull out two freshly pumping hearts. The sounds of their last beats a melody to her ears while she bit into the beating organs. Stained with fingerprints dyed in blood, a glass of champagne was lifted to her lips as pained screams quickly went silent in another room -- the chilled liquid accompanied g the bloody taste. Open and soaked at the tips, black curls were dyed naturally red as pearls and a silver chain hung from her neck as a canine-tooth smile ripped on her face. Spreading a hand out to stop another wave of people barging through the door, black veins began to creep up the woman's arms and face as her pupils went black.

"Morietur in flamma. Mori in dolore."

At the spell of dark magic, those with stakes and swords dropped their weapons to violently pat their burning skin as smoke rose from their depths. It took a snap of a finger to ignite their bodies on fire, their screams adding volume into the room.

As silence fell upon the room as the last intruders laid dead on the floor, another glass was lifted for the woman to down the expensive drink — her once white rococo gown now soaked red.

"What in the name of sanity happened here?" 

Pushing through the doors of their mansion house, two new pairs of eyes stared at the carnage spread throughout the hallways of their home. 

Drenched in blood that belonged to the dead bodies littered around her, the werewolf-witch Ivonna-Rosalie raised her head from the two bodies she pounded her fists into to look into the wide eyes of a vampire. Parting her bloodied lips to speak, the sound of double-doors suddenly opening not even shocking the man.

"Rebekah, I leave you to care for Ivonna for one night, and I come back to the home littered with dead bodies and blood down the walls. White walls, now red."

"It is not like you have not shed blood in your life, Niklaus, so take your share than dump the rest."

Clad in a similarly bloodied and ripped gown as her hair fell from its ornate style, Rebekah rolled her eyes as she wiped her hands on a rag while making her way to her sister in the middle of the room.

"Ivonna, look at me." The woman in a red held a limp body by the neck to rip out the heart, the call of her name falling on deaf ears. Niklaus' jaw clenched at the dance of bloodlust shingling through her eyes. The erratic beating of her heart and smile on her lips only meant she was in deep, "Ivonna—"

"Let me do my thing, damn it." Her hand smacked Klaus' face away with a scoff. "I never interrupt you when your teeth are a deep in someone's neck, so leave me be." 

With a new glass up at her lips, Rebekah could dance around joy as she watched her sister refused to turn around, but was quickly and quietly chastised by Elijah. Finishing another glass of champagne, Ivonna-Rosalie threw the glass to the ground to grab a sharpened dagger fashioned of wood. Her sights turned a live man stuck between bloodied corpses, pools of blood, a stained wall, and angry hybrid.

"You wanted to kill me with this, why? All because I knew Maria in passing? After killing your king and queen, you trespass with the confidence of a tyrant, yet you fell to your knees like the weak and sad man you are."

Niklaus was far more annoyed than angered at his wife's display and made a reach for her. "Ivonna—"

"You walk into my home with an army of weak women and men, thinking you as a human could kill someone like—"

"Ivonna, get up—"

"—your little mind did not stand a chance!" Dagger in hand, the weapon stabbed through the man's chest, spilling more blood from his squirming body. Knowing her level of bloodlust would only rise and attract greater attention to them, Niklaus grabbed Ivonna-Rosalie by the shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes. 

"Look at me, Ivonna, look at me!" At the yell, the black-haired woman stared into Niklaus' eyes as her body was bound. Finally able to look at his wife's face, the smell of alcohol and blood hit Niklaus' face as her gold eyes shone in his, "Snap out of it. Looks like the party is over now that your lovely hubby is here."

Blinking her eyes into focus as her shoulders were grasped and her body was lifted, Ivonna-Rosalie's face was cupped by Niklaus' hands to stare into his eyes. Watching her attention slowly come to, the sight of fresh blood dripping from her lips enticed the man as slow lick of the corner of her mouth and kiss woke her up.

"What are you doing? And- ugh, my head is pounding . . . . " She finally spoke as her dark-brown eyes blinked away the bloodlust and fangs retracted, a small smile creeping to her face as his thumbs gently rubbed the blood.

"I would like to ask the same to you." He asked just above a whisper, "This day is just filled with death and blood, I see. I also see that someone's been had a case of bloodlust."

Tightly grasping his coat as she casted her gaze to mess around them, a scoffed laugh turned into a stomach laugh as she wiped the stain away from her eyes.

"Gossip must have made its way to the supernatural commoner community here that the Originals were paying a visit their dear friends Louis and Maria. After they died — bless their souls wherever they are — a lovely crowd decided to pay their own visit."

"You should have seen the way Ivonna was fighting." Kol Mikaelson, the youngest out of the family thus far, strolled into the room with a glass of liquid too thick to be wine. Blood coated the bottom half of his face and hands as he licked himself claim. "She was all like..." Moving his hands and closing his fists to mimic his sister's quick movements, his fangs were still visible as he tipped the glass to his older brother. 

"You should have seen it. It was marvelous, spectacular. Maybe we should have Rosalie drink more if she's gonna be this fun."

From the back as she dropped the dried body after sucking it clean of blood, Rebekah watched her brother wipe the blood from her sister's face — her staring caught by Elijah as compelled attendants cleaned the mess.

Even though they are creatures of the night — creations made for blood and havocking, this wasn't what Elijah wanted for them, especially his youngest sister, to become. To follow in Niklaus' footsteps would add another wave of fear over the world. Just like Rebekah, he wanted Ivonna-Rosalie to live her own life or be as independent as possible, but her continuous bouts of bloodlust and compelling orders from Niklaus were only separating her and a good life even more.

"Now," The eldest of five grabbed his siblings attention as he surveyed the mess, "let us now get started on cleaning this up. Who will suck their blood dry and who will burn the rest?"

~ rose  ~
Year 1920 | Chicago

"Come on, already. You're feeling more like luggage weight than a being. Nik's waiting for us inside."

"Stop pulling me, I can walk normally myself."

Holding onto her sister's hand as they shimmied into a large lounge, Rebekah smiled widely at the sight as she pushed her lagging sister behind her forward.

"You should enjoy yourself every century, Ivy. When last have we enjoyed ourselves like this? French Revolution?"

All the woman could do was roll her eyes as the hand around her wrist refused to free her. Instead of billowing in her gloom at being forced out of rest, the newly-named Ivy-Rose Monroe sat tall in the round seat to face her sister with a wide smile. Rebekah in her cream flapper dress did not have to second guess the genuineness of her sister's expression and instead of guessing  more, ordered their drinks. 

"Ivonna—" Rebekah's wrist was quickly pulled before slapped. From the corner of her eye, the black beads the shone off her sister's dress twirled in the dim light as she heard a scoff. The name Ivy-Rose stemmed from a nickname Rebekah gave her sister, but she would have never thought her cute puppy would change her name, or rebrand her image as she's told. To support the change, Ivonna claimed the move as a way to move out of Niklaus' shadow, to free her from narratives often shadowing her own history. 

The name 'Ivonna-Rosalie Mikaelson' was adoring and most popular in books, but like Niklaus who simply goes by Klaus which causes hearts to shake, minds to implode, and bodies to drop, she wanted her own name to carry the same weight. The current Ivy-Rose Monroe was already famed in the witch community and werewolves in the new century. 

"I do enjoy myself, Bekah." Ivy-Rose's lips curled at the burn in her throat." It's just a different way than you."

"If you say having fun is by changing your name, being daggered for fifty years each century, and following after Niklaus like a lost dog, that aligns you more with an elderly woman—"

"I will choke you, Rebekah. I look nothing like an elderly woman. Look at me, I have lived for over a thousand years, watched the world age beneath my feet, witnessed countless wats humans cause — yet, I don't look a day over 25." A glass was slammed to the bar, nearly catching nearby attendees attention. The Mikaelson in black rose a brow at her sister's comment, faithfully insulted at the comparison. 

Rebekah knew she hit a nerve of her sisters. If she were a vampire, she needn't not to worry, she thought to herself, but the thought was quickly put to rest. Ivy-Rose proudly brushed her curls behind her back as she was looking cuter each day to her sister, who hugged her tightly. The outburst was downright adorable and a way for them to feel normal.  

"I have said not one lie, Ivy. All you ever do is follow every word Nik says, read literature, cause a destruction here and there for him."

"Which I don't mind doing at all—" Ivy-Rose felt no care in masking her distaste for her drink. 

"Then he daggers and you hides for the next fifty or hundred years. When you are free, living a confined life, you continue to wag your tail and follow his every move and word. You know something? Before all 'this', you were such a little demon."

"Excuse me?" The sisters were served two more drinks from a charming bartender. From their connected hands, Ivy-Rose felt her sister's emotions radiate off her skin and knew sooner she would either incapacitate herself or Rebekah. 

"You know what I mean, Ivonna. You would drink the night away, party, and end it with a lovely bloodbath. This whole 'caring about what I do to not get carried away' made you boring. You, Kol, and I, almost all the time and no one would care." The shine in Rebekah's eyes ignited as she transported her mind to the past, but it fell when she looked down at the large jacket across Ivy-Rose's shoulders, "Ugh, you were so fun until that—"

"That's the reason why I don't drink, Rebekah. Things get out of hand and there's been too many messes that pretty much spelled our names."

"But tonight you will, and you'll have fun. Stop the excuse of you losing focus and control let yourself loose this one night. Do it for me, please?" 

Even though it was impossible for Rebekah to compel her sister, she hoped her eyes and clasped hands would influence the odds to be in her favour. Ivy-Rose's brow and the corner of her mouth twitched, but the vampire persevered, grasping her sisters hands and pressing it to her chest. With an exasperated sigh and shake of the head, Ivy-Rose finally nodded before quickly downing the second drink, while next to her a pleased cheer erupted from her sister.  

"Finally! We'll get three more rounds!"

With a nod to the blonde, the bartender whipped them each three more rounds of drinks before serving them. Downing each quickly as a sweet scent past by her, Rebekah turned her gaze to a well-suited man a soft laugh emitted behind her.

"Go get your dinner, tiger."

It took Ivy-Rose a second to read her sister's mind and deduce sex and blood were at the forefront of her  mind. The man's presence may not have been her doing but it meant Rebekah would be off her back. The hybrid nudged her head to the man with a smile on her face.

"Wow, for once you're urging me to go eat. Is the old Ivy coming back?" Rebekah smirked as she finished off her three drinks at once. Her older sister rolled her eyes, "Ah, I'm just telling you to eat because you keep urging me to drink."

Lightly slapping her sister's clothed arm before jumping off the chair, Rebekah shot Ivy-Rose two thumbs up before swaying her hips towards her target. Left alone with three drinks before her, the witch rose a brow for a second time that night. For the first time, a man approached her from behind not at her will, yet he did not move from where he stood. Ivy-Rose simply rolled her shoulders back before focusing on the task ahead. 

"Now, to deal with these drinks."

In her hands after 200 years was a glass of whiskey and if she were not threatened by her bloodthirsty sister, the time would have been longer. With a quick breath to gather her thoughts, Ivy-Rose threw her head back woman; if she could, she would dig her nails into the wooden bar. The cold drink swam between her teeth and over her tongue to sizzle down her throat with nostalgic burn. It was times like these she had no jealousy of her vampire siblings—she could enjoy the buzz and disconnect from her body. Although she had to force her hand to hold the glass after so long, the second and third round were filled to the rim, which she quickly swallowed. 

From the crown of her head to the sole of her feet, the more alcohol she consumed, the warmer her body felt. Along with the music, the witch's body swayed side-to-side and her hair, opened from its pin curls and needles. As if on its own, a giggly laugh would escape from time to time.  

The sound of someone exhaling and taking the seat next to her broke the hybrid from her high of ten-straight shots. Simply sniffing like normal, Ivy-Rose pushed her bundle of curls behind her shoulders to face the man. Be it in her drunken state or she wished to have fun, she let her fingers toy with the rim, catching the man's green eyes widen. To him, it was from the witnessing her beauty. Factually, she was different than any of the women around him. 

"Would it be a shock if I told you this was my first drink in 200 years?" The woman's slightly slurred words latched onto the man's mind, ensnaring his attention.  

"P-Pardon?" 

The vampire, she smelt, nearly choked on his drink at her words. The fact she had a slight accent made his brows furrow. He set his glass down and straightened his back, brushing off any physical signs of panic.

"I know, it sounds the ridiculous, but believe me." Although her mind was mixing words and not thinking before she spoke, her eyes scanned the man in detail, taking note from the top of his head to the sole of his shoes while taking his scent. "You must also have an affinity to staring, because your eyes could burn into my soul. But I'm flattered, so I take that deep stare as a compliment." 

"Was my staring that obvious? I didn't mean to creep you out or anything—" The vampire's voice broke her thoughts and reminded her to call for another drink. The buzzing in her head was fading the more she talked. er hands moving to the next drink. 

"You are no creep, well at least I don't believe you are . . ." Slender fingers tapped anew glass without thought before she turned faced the man again. The hybrid didn't realize how close she leaned into him and didn't care. Her mind was loose. 

"If you are a kind gentlemen as you portray yourself to be, would you buy me another round?"

The woman's suggestion heightened the essence of masculinity in the vampire. In the deep depths of his soul, he found it fundamentally right to offer her a drink. Nothing in his body stopped from his raising a hand and paying for three rounds. Not if he could hear a giggle pass her full lips or see the shimmer of light her beads collect. From under the table, his green eyes widened at the motion of her legs crossing; the simplest movements sucked his full attention away from the party. He obliged gleefully to her every wish if he could see more of her skin from under the large jacket. The vampire couldn't look away from her and spurred by joy, he spoke.  

"Seeing such a fine woman like you sit all by yourself at a bar was the first thing, second being how pretty you look, and the third was my curiosity on how a woman like you could be alone on such a night like this." Music and joyful noise from the party reminded the pair they were not alone. Repeating the same actions as before, Ivy-Rose downed the shots to drown her mind from the man's thoughts. To further her distraction, she toyed with the chain necklace concealed by the neckline of her dress. 

Ivy-Rose was having too much fun enchanting the man to stop now. The alcohol was getting to her head faster than anticipated and her eyes gleamed with gold. 

"So what brought you to this bar?" The man's smooth words leaned closer to Ivy-Rose's left ear. A shiver ran up her spine at the attempted suaveness of his voice, yet she pushed down whatever she would have said or done. 

"Night out with family. Something we haven't had in a long time. I'm not a fan of crowded spaces, so I'm just resting here, getting drunk alone." She answered in full honesty with half a smile. 

The man cocked his head to the side. "Well, let me tell you this, dear: one, you're not getting drunk alone, I'm right here with you. And two, I know a way to get people comfortable at the bar and that's by dancing."

Taken by the hand before, Ivy-Rose's last shot accidentally spilt on her, but before she could say anything, she was on the dance floor and the live band drowned out any sound. Attendees, all around, danced to fast music and the vampire whisked them both into the masses. Whenever Ivy-Rose voiced her concern on her stumbling feet and lack of willingness, the vampire urged her to dance by pulling her arms and waist 

Pulled and pushed at each beat of the song, Ivy-Rose rose her brows at the man's joyous expression. In order to enjoy herself just like this crazed man holding her, she needed to calm and relax herself. Closing her eyes, she tightened her grip on his hands to focus on each movement coursing through his body to the swinging of the music. And at the crescendo o f the trumpets, Ivy-Rose was spun in a flurry of black curls, beads, and fringes. Glistening on her lips was the remnant of her shot that failed to reach her lips. The vampire was so tempted to just kiss it off her. 

And it wasn't just him who had the idea. 

"O, just look your darling Ivonna enjoying herself with someone other than you!" A vile smile ripped itself across Rebekah's face after she whispered into an unprepared ear. Her laughs taunted the reddening ear even if the face didn't turn. "Just look at her, all happy with someone else. It is so amazing seeing her smile."

Seated next to her brother hot air of jealousy with every seething breath, Rebekah continuously poked his ribs while motioning to their sister on the dance floor. Under the gold lights, her figure twisted, spun, and dipped all around the floor and it was hard to miss, if anyone doubted, the bright smile on her face. From her cushioned seat, Rebekah basked at the happy expression spread over her face before she noticed her partner. For a moment, her brows fell the gentle smile she wore descended into a grimace, but then thought flooded her mind as a form of denial, and after gracious thinking, her smile reappeared. But even if her own heart did not bleed from her thoughts, it bled for the man's expression. He stared at her sister like she was the only one in the room. 

But then again, Rebekah deeply thought about her sister the occasion. Then, she really smiled. 

"O, my little puppy enchanted the man."

On the dance floor, the vampire continued to stare at Ivy-Rose like she was the finest jewel he mined from the rough. Ivy-Rose, on the other hand, hid her complexed look. Alcohol often clouded the compelling of enchantment, yet it worked easily on this vampire. From the floor, he had ordered her another round of shots and made way for her with every turn. It was at the song's finale the hybrid could calm her high down. 

"I feel like I have danced enough for the rest of my life. I was amazing to meet you, . . ." Ivy-Rose fanned her face with an expectant look. Stefan stared at her intricate movements, like the way she brushed her hair back and fixed her bangs, almost lost without an answer to her question.  

"S-Stefan Salvatore." He stuttered out, seeing her expression. "It was a pleasure to meet you as well—"

"My wife."

Before she could turn around, a pair of hot lips latched onto her neck and kissed the split alcohol on her chest and shoulders. Stefan froze in shock and found it hard to breathe while the woman pushed the head from her neck. The one and only Klaus Mikaelson wore the most devious smile when he caught a heavy glint of confusion in Stefan's eyes. To add more fuel to the fire, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist so that she was glued to his front, pressed a deep kiss on her cheek, then stood tall over Ivy-Rose with his head held high.  

"Your wife?" Stefan struggled to speak the two words, almost like his throat had gone dry. 

Under the gleaming light, his eyes narrowed on a shimmer on her chest.  In Klaus sucking, he untucked a simple chain that was adorned by a vintage diamond ring. Stefan's cheeks flushed and the air around him felt heavy as if the bubble obscuring them from the world had popped.  

"Oh, I didn't know you were married . . . ." Stefan brushed his hands against his pants. The grin widened across Klaus' face, nearly hitting his ears.

"Yes, this darling woman is my wife." The word shot lethal dose of embarrassment in Stefan's blood. "Have I not mentioned her before? Oh, well now one of my close friends and my wife have finally met! Did she not introduce herself yet? That was quite rude." The last part was directed towards her, which received an eyeroll. 

Feeling the physical envy permeate her skin from Klaus like a fire, Ivy-Rose pressed her lips together before offering Stefan an extended hand, which he clasped much gentler than before.  

"Ivy-Rose Monroe—" A finger poked her side, making her jerk, "Pleased to meet you—"

"My wife, Ivy-Rose Mikaelson." Klaus spoke over her, annoying her even more. Ever since she rebranded herself with the name, a sense of warring independency could be felt from Klaus every time she spoke it. He preferred hearing her first name and his last name together. 

"As I was saying, it was quite nice meeting you, Stefan Salvatore."

Softly shaking Ivy-Rose's extended hand, Stefan's gaze fell to the diamond ring now visible and he gulped, even more unsure on how he felt. Klaus saw his friend's eyes fall to the ring peeking out from her chain and couldn't hide his smile, but to held himself from saying anything more— even if he couldn't care less about Stefan's feelings to his wife—and called over a wandering photographer. 

"Now that we've all been introduced, let us commemorate this moment with a photograph. You never know when we'll see each other again."

Quickly downing their drinks at the bar, thanks to the woman's compulsion, the newfound trio posed as the photographer prepared himself. Klaus obnoxiously squeezed his arm around Ivy-Rose's waist for her to fit in the frame. Wide smile decorated the supernaturals before a blinding flash cemented the moment in history.  

Musing whatever Klaus wanted to hear to free herself from her grip, Ivy-Rose pressed a finger to temples before calling a bartender for a glass of water. On her far right, Klaus and Stefan discussed whatever they needed to while she had peace to sober herself. Grasping the glass with three fingers, the hybrid was about to sip when she smelt the air. An odd shiver ran down her spine when she pressed a hand to the bar. Heavy trembles as if an army of thousands were descending on the building rumbled underneath her hand. The moment Ivy-Rose pressed a hand to the ground, the shiver raced up her neck to her ear. Allowing her gaze to wander around the party, her dark eyes landed on Rebekah's figure about to leave through a back door. From the pocket of Klaus' jacket, the werewolf-witch spun her sister's pearl bracelet. 

Something is not right. Get over here, now.

Rebekah shook her head at the voice in her head, not turning from the man she romanced. Even when she was yelled at, Rebekah kept her grip on her next meal. It was until her body was pulled backwards she stopped resisting. In one moment she compelled the man to forget about her, then the next she was threw her body on the chair next to her sister. 

"I love you, puppy, but you have to allow me time to—"

Before the vampire could say anything else, strong arms pulled Ivy-Rose to ground just before a spray of bullets shot into the bar. Quickly down by her sister, Rebekah tightened their grip while Stefan, still in their presence, picked up a single bullet.

"They are using wooden bullets. They know." The comment was panickily whispered to Klaus whilst the hybrid tucked his wife and sister's body behind him. His focus was barely on the lone vampire as he spoke to his family.  

"That must mean he is here."

If she could, Ivy-Rose would have puked the bile alcohol burning her throat at the thought, but she swallowed down any panic or fear. In silence while screams and damage littered the bar, the Mikaelsons stared at one another before Klaus took lead.  

"Rebekah, take Ivonna back to the warehouse. I'll meet you two there."

Nearly caught frozen as her body was lifted, the older sister couldn't argue as they sped away from more bullets firing through the bar. Speeding through the cool evening, the Mikaelson sisters made sure the coast was clear before ducking themselves into a dark warehouse. From their hiding spots, Klaus apologized to his dear friend at the situation before holding his face. Commanding Stefan's full attention, the Original stared into the vampires eyes. 

"You must forget about me, Rebekah and Ivy-Rose. Until I say otherwise, you never knew us, Stefan. Thank you. I had forgotten what it was like to have brother."

Klaus took one last moment to look at his compelled friend before rushing out of the bar. In the dark of Chicago, he followed the same path his wife and sister took to find them waiting beside a truck. 

"Good, you two are safe." His eyes fell onto Ivy-Rose, who collected him in a tired hug of relief. Without letting go, the couple led one another to the truck doors, but stopped when their sister didn't move. Klaus turned to her, "Let's go, Rebekah."

The vampire shook her head in refusal while staring at her older sister. After a moment in sending off her rage, she turned to her brother. "He'll be here any second—"

"Do you want to die? We've been found. We need to move." Ivy-Rose thought back to just moments ago when her sister pleaded they both leave together. Her words were heated, heavy, full of stress and were burdens she neither had the time or energy to carry. The hybrid just cast her gaze to the ground as she felt her family's stress.  

"No! All we have been doing is running away, Nik! We've been running away since the beginning, and will be running away until the end of our days. That isn't what I want to do. I want to live my life and explore! I want to see and travel, not be confined into a truck or coffin!"

Rebekah slammed her heels in protest as anger soared through her. Centuries had passed and the only memory she could think of was their never-ending escape and she was tired. Life was passing her every second and all she could do was watch in sad jealousy.  

"Ivy wants to explore and be free as well, don't you see? All you do is control her and dig a dagger into her chest every twenty years, excusing it as an act of 'protecting her', but all you're doing is keeping us away from enjoying life."

Klaus shot his gaze to the ground to allow his shoulders a moment to relax. Slowly, he brought his eyes back to meet his sisters with a blank gaze. His ears heard her words, his mind registered their meaning, yet he was no fazed at all. A simple sigh fell past his lips before he turned to the truck where his wife watched.  

"I love you, Ivonna." Rebekah broke her sister's daze with hopeful smile spread on her face, "Don't forget about me and try not to get daggered another five times. Goodbye, Nik."

Paused in his path as he dug an item from his jacket pocket, Ivy-Rose had no time to stop Klaus when he rushed over and drove a dagger through his sister's heart. Filling the quiet space was Rebekah's desperate breaths of air before her body slumped to the ground. 

"Niklaus, why did you do that? You know she wants to be free. You hate running as much as she does."

Ivy-Rose's hands held her face at the sight of her sister's decaying body. Her lips pressed themselves in a tight line and if it weren't for the fact they were hiding, she would have screamed. Instead, she rolled her hands into tight fists and let out all she could in an inaudible scream.  

"I'm doing what is best for her safety. If she were to talk through the streets of Chicago now, he would get his hands on her before we would."

With truck open, Klaus flipped open the nearest coffin to deposit their sister's body inside. Hopping down, he stood before and held his wife's hand while his left hand held another object.  The air around the couple turned cold and dread filled Ivy-Rose's stomach like bubbling lava. A harsh breath left her lips before she sucked in another breath with the shake of her head. 

"You—" She reached her right hand to cup her husband's cheeks before she looked him in the eye. Even if he couldn't read her mind, she hoped her voice and posture made her look confident. "You need to dagger me too?"

Klaus only nodded before silently removing the silver hilted-dagger from his pocket. Wordlessly, he hovered the blade over the center of his wife's chest. He has had too many practices to make the mistake of daggering her heart. Unlike his brothers and sister, Klaus had to truly think about the decision and understand the consequences of doing so. Before he moved the tip any closer, Ivy-Rose intertwined their fingers together, squeezed their hands, then closed her eyes. In the back of his mind, Klaus hoped she felt no pain. Not a second later was the dagger shoved in her chest. There was nothing more he hated in the world than daggering Ivy-Rose, the only person who would stand by him through everything. Without her by his side, his mind would go to last resort and reason was thrown out the window. He had no one protecting his back and carnage would be left behind. 

Ivy-Rose's brows furrowed as all air was knocked out of her lungs. The dagger forged of mercury and grinded with wolfsbane rendered the woman powerless, neutralizing her to certain death.

With a deep sigh at the weight in his arms, the Original hybrid propped the body of his dead wife over his shoulders before jumping back into the trunk. Passing by four other coffins, Klaus pressed his palms against one of dark-oak to quietly mutter a spell carved along the sides. After the last word, it opened and he laid his wife inside. Certain the journey ahead was to be cold and rough, he let her keep his jacket before closing the coffin and its magic seal. Comfortable in the drivers seat of the truck and his family's lives, Klaus  sucked in breath as the truck roared to life. Like clockwork, he reversed all actions he did and sped the truck down the dark streets of Chicago, away from the man hunting them down.  

~ monroe ~