Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

A/N: okay do y'all wanna talk about how Joseph just got a puppy and named it Poppy...I'm sorry for taking so long, work is exhausting. Here's a short but hopefully good chapter 

One thing that you should know, Hope, is that there's always a loophole. 

February 12, 2013

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound 

The sun was shining in the bedroom, light pouring onto the bed where Poppy laid, sprawled out comfortably. Beside her was her father, who stood at the side of the bed, brushing a curl away from her cheek. He watched her with sadness, with fear that when he looked away from her she'd be gone. He admired her strength, her willingness to make sure others were happy, but he knew it would be her downfall someday. Yes, someday. He had faith she'd survive her current situation, and why wouldn't she?

Mikaelsons always survive. 

His daughter turned her head at his touch, resting her cheek in the palm of his hand, still asleep, and he once again saw her as a little girl. The little girl who had been through so much, and despite it all she was still there. The little girl, however, was no longer little. Her age was catching up with her, and quickly. She looked young, as she had before, but a strand of her hair had become grey. 

Poppy moved her arm closer to her body, and the shift in her breathing signaled that she was awake. Her eyes remained closed, as she enjoyed the comfort of her bed and the sun's warmth, and the hand her cheek rested upon. And plus, everyone has tried to fall back asleep once they wake up.

Klaus smiled the slightest bit, and gently he got on top of the bed beside her, laying down. Poppy instantly turned onto her side and scooched closer into his side, resting her head in between his neck and shoulder, and she draped her arm across his shoulders. His fingertips drew shapes on her back, and she smiled the slightest bit. 

"I love you, Dad..." She spoke with a quiet voice. 

Her father placed a kiss on her hair. "I love you too, my little flower." 

"I'm sorry about everything I said to you..it wasn't fair." Poppy opened her eyes a bit. "I hate it when we fight.."

"I hate it too.." Klaus sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did. Poppy, you are so so strong." He took a deep breath. "I don't want to lose you."

Poppy nuzzled her head into his neck more. "Even if I was gone, you wouldn't lose me. You'd still have memory of me, of all the times we've spent together. From wherever I'll be, I'll be watching you, and everyone else. I'll still be here." 

He rubbed her arm and let out another sigh. "I wanted to see you before I leave to see Cami and find a way to kill Lucien."

"You really like her, don't you?" Poppy asked with a small smile. 

"I do, but she's made her intentions perfectly clear." Klaus got up, leaving her to lay in bed. 

Downstairs in the East Wing was a library with dusty old books of legends and myths and diaries of ancient people. There were couches and a fountain in the center, and on the ceiling was a large skylight. Poppy stood by the fountain, holding a book in her hands, her fingers brushing against the old pages. She wore a long dress, and an unbuttoned cardigan, both warm in color. Her hair was in its curls, and it had grown a bit longer as the year had passed. Sitting on a couch was Silas, who had a stack of books beside him, and a few in his lap.