bad dream
eliijahmikaelson
She woke from the dream with a start, nearly knocking over the rocking chair as she made her way to the crib. The image of Elijah dead, torn apart, bloody, his heart in Niklaus’ hand, too strong to shake. So strong it felt like a vision. Real.
It was real. She knew it. She could feel it. He was dead.
Something had gone wrong. Niklaus had lost his mind. Something. He was dead. Breathing hard and unsure what to do, she tried to reach in and pick up Evie without waking her.
If Elijah was dead- he was, her mind told her over and over, he was. He was gone. He was dead. She was alone- they had to get out of here. She managed to get the baby up and grabbing her favorite blanket.














