"There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years"
In which Juliette Mikaelson is the daughter of one of...
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' birthdays and memories '
PARIS, 1016
THE CLOCK HAD JUST STRUCK MIDNIGHT, and screams of pain could be heard from Juliette's room, her father bounding into the room with his teeth barred, only to find her alone, thrashing in her bed. He darted over to the bed and quickly tried to shake her awake.
Klaus Mikaelson hadn't felt an ounce of fear in many moons, but seeing his innocent daughter in such a frightening state was enough to bring worry to his eyes. "Juliette, darling, wake up!" He pleaded.
Her eyes shot open and she bolted into a sitting position, shaking feverishly and panting, her eyes not registering her father as she desperately clawed at her shoulders, her arms crossed around her.
"Darling, what's wrong? Are you sick?" He asked quickly, trying to get her to focus on him, though he couldn't get through to her somehow. "Darling, please look at me."
She shakily looked over at him, fear clouding her expression, "Père, s'il te plaît, quelque chose ne va pas." (father, please, something is terribly wrong) She cried. Today was her eighteenth birthday, and her life was about to change forever.
He didn't know what to do, his mind ran blank as she watched her cry out in pain, he held her close to his chest, lightly stroking her hair and whispering words of reassurance to her. "You'll be alright, my sweet Juliette, I promise."
Suddenly her crying and shaking ceased, her ragged breathing cut off and her body relaxed against Klaus. He would have been relieved if it wasn't for the distinct silence that coated the room, though it was too quiet, something was missing.
The sound of her heartbeat didn't seem to be present any longer, it was a sound that he had grown so accustomed to constantly hearing that he never really noticed it. But now that it was gone, it was so obvious that it was missing, and a piece of him broke.
Everything happened so fast, one minute he had told her goodnight, watching her excitedly prepare for her first day as an 'adult', and the next, she was gone, reduced to a corpse. He cried that night, for the first time in many a moon, he wept for his daughter.
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As the sun rose through the curtains, Klaus was still, he hadn't stopped clutching Juliette's body since she took her final breath. Though the startling sound of a gasp nearly restarted his unbeating heart. "Juliette." He breathed out, pulled back to look at her face.
"Père." (father) She breathed, her tone full of surprise. "Que s'est-il passé? Je ne comprends pas." (what happened? i don't understand) She asked fearfully, something felt wrong, she felt as if she fell asleep and was never intended to wake up.
