The Original Wife

She opened her eyes.

"Tatia also had a cousin."

She sat up slowly.

"She, too, had many suitors, but unlike her cousin, she only had eyes for one."

She stood up shakily.

"Niklaus."

"Niklaus."

"I think we walked down the memory lane enough for today, haven't we, brother?" Klaus asked with clenched teeth.

She glanced at the other people in the room.

"They loved each other, so that she was turned along with us.

Blood stained her white dress.

"She stayed at his side, until he daggered her, just like us."

She touched her chest, where the love of her life broke her heart.

Damon leaned back in his seat, amused. "Dick move!" he remarked.

"Why, Niklaus?"

"Let's change the subject!" interrupted Klaus.

"Why wasn't I good enough for you?"

Elijah led Damon outside.

The others started to move.

"You have to be careful, I don't know how my siblings will react." Elijah warned.

The door opened.

Elijah opened the door.

Elijah and an unknown vampire entered.

"Elijah.", greeted a scarcely audible voice.

"H-how long, Elijah? How long have I been like this?"

"It's 2012." he explained and watched her worried.

Her hand began shaking. She repeated the number soundlessly.

Elijah and Damon entered the house again. "Elijah? Why haven't you left?"

"We forgot dessert." Elijah answered and showed him the daggers.

She observed the others, as they entered the house.

"Kol!"

She heard the tearing of skin and flesh.

"Rebekah!"

"That's for mother!" Had she found out?

"Finn, don't!"

She breathed deeply and went inside. Her eyes were looking at the floor, her fingers grabbing her dress.

His eyes found her the second she entered the room.

She looked in his eyes.

"Cassandra!" he whispered.

"Hello, Niklaus."