2016 March Collection

(Trigger warning: This story deals with the death of the Y/N.)

"No! I refuse to believe that!" Klaus was storming into your room, eyes wide open in shock.

"Why haven't you told me before? I could have..."

You raised your hand, even when you were weak.
"What would you have wanted to do? Drag me to another doctor who is going to say the same as all the doctors before that? Feed me your blood to make me die faster and come back as a terminally ill vampire?" You shook your head. "It's over, Klaus. That's all I can make of it..."

He was standing next to your bed, wanting to say a thousand things, but not managing to say one of them.
"I could have been there for you." It was the only thing he could say. The only thing he could think of. He had been off doing god knows what kind of things that seemed very important at the time while all the time you were becoming sicker and sicker.

"I didn't call you..." You hadn't wanted to. You had kept hope that there was something you could do, some treatment that would work, but there had been none. Klaus had been busy, and you had made any vampire who knew promise not to tell anything.

"Why? I could have been there...", he said while he carefully sat down on the edge of your bed.
"How long do you know?"

You shrugged.
"About four months now? I was too late, I was too far gone. No one noticed it in the beginning, not even me." You chuckled. "And I don't think any of the hospital staff would have survived if I would have taken you to the treatments and appointments. It wasn't exactly pretty, you know."

No matter how reluctant it was, there did appear a hint of a smile around Klaus' lips.
"Well, we couldn't have me murder the entire hospital, can't we? But I still wished you would have told me, no matter what important matters I thought I had to attend to. Seeing you like this..." He was silent for a moment. "How long?", he wanted to know.

"Not long anymore..." You couldn't measure it in days, hours or minutes. You didn't know if that mattered anymore. What mattered is that you had said your goodbyes, and that this was the last one that still had to be said. After this you were ready. You could go. No matter how much there still was you wanted to do, the most important part was over. This was what you had been given. This was what you had enjoyed.

"Is there anything you still want?", he asked you, clearly not comfortable with just waiting until it was over.

And there was something, now you thought of it.
"Do you remember that spot where you took me last summer? That picnic? I would love to see that again..."

"Then that is what will happen." He scooped you up into his arms, ignoring the protests of the nurse who thought it could be too much for you.
"She's dying, love. I'm not going to deny her anything that could still give her joy." He put you in the car, being more careful than you ever thought he could be.

You knew why the nurse had protested. Everything in your body objected against this. Sitting was already too tiring, and you slumped against the chair, not seeing the worried looks Klaus shot you, or the way he was speeding to let this ride be over as soon as possible.

When the two of you arrived he very carefully carried you out of the car after having spread out a blanket on the grass, lying you down with your head in his lap. He played with your hair, not saying anything, exactly like you wanted it to be.

You took in the sun, the trees, the butterflies flying over the meadow, until there was nothing anymore. All was good. All was gone.