GISELLE'S POV:

"Just so you know, I'm so very glad that you've agreed to assist, Elle. Thank you so much." Rebekah thanked sincerely while we fastened our seat belts before the flight takes off.

"Yeah... you're welcome Bex, I guess..." I answered without looking at her. My mind was not really ready to hear anything from anyone yet. Not especially when their story had a disturbing number of loose ends in it.

"And Rebekah... the details you gave me are still blurry, actually! I did some mind refreshing and dug back old stuff. Qetsiyah's version of the Cure actually wouldn't work for an Original, right? That's what we found out back then... " I asked casually while fumbling for my novel from my bag but that didn't stop me from noticing her actions any lesser. She was biting her lip nervously, figuring out what to reply.

"No... I mean, yes! Yes, it doesn't exactly but... That's why we need you. That's exactly why we need you for. You need to alter it a little to make it work. With your power. Yes, that's it! No buts. Bloody hell!" I bet the last part was meant to be a mumble but I heard that too.

I clearly recognized the tension in her voice as she obviously stumbled with her choice of words. After that absolute blabber of an answer, she exhaled in what seemed like... relief. Since my brain was too tired to start another interrogation session, I simply nodded at her and decided to ask just one last question. Hoping to get at least one proper answer for the day.

"Fine... How am I supposed to make it work? Is there any manual or something?" Fortunately this time, she didn't blabber blindly. Instead, she pondered over it for a solid minute as I waited patiently. However, my wait was only welcomed by another empty note.

"Can I explain after we reach Mystic Falls over a nice cup of tea at the Grill? It's bloody twisted." Giving up to whatever this was about, I simply nodded. The Original sister was definitely filtering her facts. Yet, I chose to ignore all of it at that moment and let sleep consume me for at least a short while.

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I opened my eyes to a badly blurred vision and all I could see was black spots. Slowly then, I recalled. The wolf fight. Startled by the recollection of my highly unsound last location, I tried to flip over my stomach to find myself still laying in the dark woods. There was blood everywhere. Even on my own gown. The impervious sight of excess blood was unbearable to my eyes. In a swift, the memory of my mother's death flashed across my mind and left me shaken.

Traumatic.

Inhaling the thick scent of blood was suffocating my senses. Unknowingly my body began to tremble and I was panting heavily. I realized how I was suffering from yet another panic attack. Just then, I heard a familiar howl from afar and my eyes caught a glimpse of the very same Alpha, who was now heading in my direction again. I tried to move but my muscles failed me. Slowly, my consciousness decided to ditch me as well.

The last thing I recalled before completely blacking out was somebody carrying me.

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Once again... I opened my eyes to a continuous thudding sound. It was very consistent and rapid too. Soon, I recognised the source of it. It belonged to somebody's heart. I touched the ground beneath me and instantly felt its softness. A mattress... I was in bed. I couldn't open my eyes fully as my muscles were still heavy of soreness but luckily, my consciousness was still partly present.

That's when I felt the pair of strong arms being wrapped around me like a protective layer of armour. Tight enough to protect me. At the same time, tender enough to not break me. One hand was stroking my hair gently. While the other one was on my back, giving soft soothing taps. I believed those caring arms belonged to the owner of those pacing heartbeats as well.

The feeling was odd but still incredibly comfortable. It caused a strong amount of secured feeling to settle in my senses. The person was humming a quite melodious rhythm and since my senses were also semi-conscious, it cost me a little more effort than normal to hear his words clearly.

"Watching you sleep for so long,
Knowing that I can't turn the rain into sun any more
I've given you all that I have,
Now I stand here, too scared to hold your hand.

Afraid you might wake to see
The monster that had to leave

Cause you see the shelter as the storm
Holding wind to keep you warm,
You are everything to me, this is why I have to leave,
So sleep well, my angel..."

A mesmerizing voice allured me like a magnet. I was clueless of his identity and the reason for saving me as well but the immense comfort that emancipated in his embrace can't be expressed through words. And his voice, it was so serenely soothing. Right away, I assumed it to be the voice of an angel!

Yes, he definitely was an angel who rescued me... From the wolf attack. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain began spreading in my chest.

Traumatized by the memory that the bloodshed brought me again, I began sobbing and choking as fat tears began to flow down my face. Right away, the angel held me tighter and closer. He hushed my sobs with soft kisses on my crown and continued the sweet lullaby.

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"Giselle! Giselle!" My eyes shot open to find Rebekah's shocked ones too close to mine and they were overwhelming with concern.

"Rebekah? Have we reached already and why the hell are you screaming?" I asked sleepily while straightening up in my seat but she still seemed shaken.

"What?" I simply rolled my eyes.

"You began crying in your bloody sleep and you didn't wake up. I have been trying to wake you for quite a while. Elle... Were you having nightmares?"

Nightmare? That'll be a terrible insult.

It was one of my best memories throughout the million years. I can still remember, how the next morning I found myself in my own bed with no trace of another human with me. Although I couldn't revive every bit of that particular memory vividly till now, that angelic voice still hummed harmoniously in my ears whenever I felt alone.

"No, I wasn't. I've been sort of...  seeing my old memories in my dreams lately. You know how the Spirits are. Every time I broke codes, they tend to find creative ways to punish me back." I attempted to sound as unaffected as I could while we walked out of the plane and into the airport with our luggage.

"How long has it been?"

"Past few decades..."

I spotted a car which was readily waiting for us when we exited the airport and we hopped into it right away. Although I had my own shares of concerns to worry about, I still couldn't help but notice how Rebekah remained oddly quiet during our entire journey. For a dramatic reunion with her long lost friend, she clearly seemed as if holding herself back from asking me so many things.

"Looks like your head is about to explode if you don't say it. What is it, Bex?" I glanced at her with my eyebrows narrowed while she placed her hands on mine in return and looked straight into my eyes.

"Back then, in 1919... Why did you do that? Why did you fake your own death?" There it is. She finally asked the million dollar's question as I slumped on the seat and sighed tiredly.

"Actually... I didn't..."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, GISELLE STREGA? We looked for you everywhere! Nik searched for you like a mad man! But you were nowhere to be found. Not even your body. We found literally nothing except your bracelet. So, we..."

"I tried a replication spell to duplicate the bracelet Nik gifted me before. I brought it to the theatre that night to give it to him but... It kinda slipped in the crowd and since he didn't need me anymore, I believed that he wouldn't need a reminder of me either. So, I left. That fake death assumption was just an advantage for me... to never return..." I averted my gaze to the view outside of the window and Rebekah chose not to comment anything either.

Truth be told, I had actually hoped that he would come to find me. That Niklaus would come for me one day but he never did. Not until now and centuries have passed since then. Perhaps he never really cared about me and that's why he never thought of looking for me thoroughly enough.

That night in that theatre, I still remember how devastated I was feeling. I felt like a total stranger despite being too close to him. I felt like a weak coward despite being a powerful witch because I was unable to help him when Mikael attacked. The most I could do was cloak him and his siblings away.

It was my bad though because he had already told me to leave, again. Even I, myself wanted to leave the very moment I saw him with Lana but still... Still, I went to the theatre just to bid farewell to him in person even when the odds of meeting him was thin. Not to mention, how I was also blindly hoping to hand him the bracelet as my last gift.

At least... The bracelet reached him after all.

Reminiscence of the final moments from our fateful last encounter forced a long train of not wanted nostalgia to attack my heart. I fought back the fat tears that threatened to give my pain away and looked out of the window instead. My eyes fell upon that one place I thought I'll never see again. The town of wonders and magic.

Mystic Falls...

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A/N : Please take note that the dreams continue every time. And the 1919 incident was partially based on The Originals storyline. As I said, I have picked some of the plots and altered them according to my POV.

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