In Klaus' room, the immortal hybrid was breaking down over Ophelia's dead body. It had been hours and she still hadn't revived, which led him to believe she wasn't coming back and that the immortality she had been gifted by her coven three hundred years before while she was a werewolf-witch hybrid had been revoked the second she became part vampire.

As he tried his hardest to keep in control after her death, Klaus' mind began having flashes of a conversation he had with Ophelia centuries before.

NEW ORLEANS
1881

Klaus was laying on his bed, shirtless with Ophelia straddling his waist. He smiled up at her as she began to converse with him about matters regarding death.

"Well, this is quite an odd way to have a conversation, Ophelia," Klaus commented sarcastically as he referred to that fact that she was straddling him.

Ophelia ignored his commented and playfully rolled her eyes before continuing on with her conversation, "Just admit it, Klaus," She insisted, leaning her face closer to his as she placed her hands on his chest, "We've been at this for nearly an hour. Admit that you're far more affected by the world around you than you care to admit. It's the reason you are so intent on wanting to control it rather than to allow it to control you. And the inevitable...those unavoidable parts of life...they make you uneasy."

"And since when did you become such a psychology expert?" Klaus questioned Ophelia in amusement.

Ophelia smiled down at Klaus as she shrugged her shoulders, "I've been taking a few classes here and there," She informed him in a playful tone, "Marcel compelled the local college to allow me to attend their college classes on the subject," She paused, her eyes widening in realization.

Ophelia playfully slapped Klaus on the chest, "You ass!" She scolded Klaus, who began to laugh in amusement, "You're trying to distract me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Klaus mockingly responded, even though she was right.

Ophelia groaned, growing frustrated that Klaus wouldn't answer the question, "Just admit it, Klaus." She insisted and Klaus remained silent, a grin on his face.

PRESENT DAY
NEW ORLEANS

In Klaus' bedroom, Klaus was anxiously pacing back and forth as he placed his hands together and murmured under his breath.

Ophelia's body was sprawled across the bed, and the comforter was soaked in blood that belonged to Cami, who was dead as well, laying on the floor. He cared about Cami. He did. She was practically the only person he could call a friend in the city. But Ophelia's death was what was wrecking him the most at the moment.

"No...No..." Klaus murmured under his breath, furiously smashing an end table and screamed at the top of his lungs, "No!" He screamed out in anger once more, not being able to control himself as he thought back to the past conversation with Ophelia once more.

FLASHBACK
NEW ORLEANS
1881

Klaus stared up at Ophelia in amusement, knowing that there was no way she was going to let him do anything but sit there in torment if he didn't answer her question. Of course, she wouldn't not physical hurt him, but the woman had other ways of torturing Klaus. Ones that made Klaus go mad.

He sighed, just before speaking up, "Some might say death is inevitable, Ophelia, and yet here I am, a thousand years old and you almost two hundred, both of us fine and happy as ever, making the most out of our tragic lives," Klaus paused, gesturing to the two of them, "Ophelia, my love, we are the perfect picture of health and vitality, we are masters of our fate, conquerors of death itself!"

Ophelia scoffed, "I am no conquerer of death, Klaus," She argued, a small smile on her face, "That is all you."

"Fine," Klaus replied, playfully rolling his eyes, "I am the conqueror of death while you are the magnificent beauty who happens to be the conqueror of life."

Ophelia laughed, shaking her head, "Okay, now you're just making stuff up," She complained, causing Klaus to chuckle since he knew she was right, "Anyways..."

PRESENT DAY

Klaus, who became even more distraught, began trashing his entire room by flipping tables and overturning couches as he roared in grief.

FLASHBACK
1881

Ophelia gave a stern look when he got ready to make another joke, "As I was saying before you tried to distract me by complimenting my beauty...You make some thoughtless line about death as though it means absolutely to you, but it does. I can see it on your face," She paused, giving him a serious expression, "If not your own, then at least the death of others."

"Oh, so you're trying to tell me that beneath all of this devilish banter and charming wit, Niklaus Mikaelson bears the burden of a deep-seated psychological trauma about death?" Klaus asked Ophelia sarcastically, raising a brow at her.

Ophelia lifted her hands up in surrender, "You're the one who said it, Klaus, not me," She responded, sounding as mocking as Klaus just did.

PRESENT DAY

Klaus continued to smash up his room by beating broken pieces of furniture against the walls. Eventually, he became so emotionally exhausted that he gasped for breath as he fell back against the wall and slid down onto the floor, tears beginning to spill from his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

FLASHBACK
1881

"You know, I'll tell you what I know about death, Ophelia," Klaus paused, sitting up, his back leaning against the headboard while Ophelia still straddled him, his arms slowing snaking around her waist, "Death dances silently in everyone's shadow, and she doesn't give a damn. So..." He trailed off, a smirk on his face, "Why give a damn about her?"

Ophelia gave Klaus a straight look, clearly seeing right through him, which Klaus knew but tried his hardest to keep his poker face on, "You do give a damn. Why else surround yourself with immortals if not to avoid the agony of loss?" She questioned curiously, "Add the fact that you've allowed yourself to love me for as long as you have. It's because you know you can't lose me. I'm immortal."

Klaus huffed a laugh as he finally looked away from Ophelia for the first time since the start of the conversation. Ophelia rolled her eyes with a sigh, "So you disagree with me?" She questioned and Klaus remained silent.

The female hybrid smirked, leaning closer to Klaus, their lips almost touching, "Tell me, from what you said, you care nothing for death. But what of me? What if the day came where old age finally caught up to me and I died? Would you still not care for death? Would you not shed a single tear in my absence?"

Klaus smiled devilishly at Ophelia, clearly not taking her question seriously. He cupped Ophelia's face with his hands, pressing his lips against hers. They began to passionately kiss until Klaus finally pulled away, "My love, as you said, we are immortal. We will never lose each other. There is nothing in this world that can kill either of us. We made sure of that long ago," He paused, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, "Even if there was a chance the witches in New Orleans or any of our other foes tried to take your immortality away, I would kill every last one of them. I would kill anyone who tried to harm you. And I would never let anything happen to you. Not if I'm around to stop it."

Ophelia smiled slightly, nodding her head in understanding, "I hope it's a long time before my assumptions of death are proven right."

PRESENT DAY

With the room now all smashed aside from the bed and the bedside table, Klaus returned to where Ophelia's body was laying and once again cradled her in his arms as he stared at her with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Clearly not noticing, the tips of Ophelia's began to move as the color returned to them before the same ended up happening to her arms. More and more, she was beginning to undesiccate. And since Klaus' eyes were closed as he tried his hardest not to cry anymore as he held Ophelia's body in his arms, he didn't notice.

Suddenly, Ophelia woke with a gasp and touched her chest to find the stake no longer there. Klaus stared down at her in utter shock, clearly thinking she was actually dead. He had never been around when she died to know how long it took her to come back.

"It's alright, love," Klaus spoke up as he held Ophelia tightly in his arms, "It's alright."

"The baby," Ophelia exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide in fear, "What about.." She trailed off, noticing the look on his face.

Tears in his eyes, Klaus shook his head, causing Ophelia to begin sobbing. Ophelia wrapped her arms around Klaus, continuing to cry.

Suddenly, she turned her head to see Cami's death body, causing her to quietly gasp.

As she much as she wanted to stay in Klaus' arm after learning that she had lost her child, she was worried about Cami as well. Ophelia pulled away from Klaus, still crying as she dropped to her knees next to Cami's dead body, "Cami? Cami!" She screamed in fear, holding the blonde's limp in her arms, "No, no, no! Cami!"

Suddenly, as Ophelia held Cami in her arms, the blonde woman gasped awake and grabbed her throat as she looked around the room in shock.

Ophelia, shocked, gaped at her with wide eyes. She turned to Klaus, who looked just as shocked since just ten minutes before, he assumed both of them were dead, yet now, they were both, in fact, alive.

When Cami pulled her hand away, she found it was coated in blood and looked absolutely horrified as she met Ophelia's eyes, "Ophelia?" She called out in shock.

Ophelia, whose face was still wet from crying after the loss of her unborn child, looked at Cami with both sadness and relief as she realized the implications of what had just happened.

Ophelia helped Cami over to Klaus' bed while Klaus picked up a blanket. He handed it to Ophelia, who wrapped it around Cami's shoulders as she sat on the edge of the bed. Ophelia knelt in front of her so she could look her in the eyes and Klaus surprisingly ended up following her actions, "Tell us what happened." Klaus insisted.

Cami's eyes widened when she realized what had just occurred, "Aurora," She informed Klaus and Aurora, who shared a glance.

Cami became even more horrified when she realizes what this means, "She made me kill Ophelia. She did this to me," She paused, beginning to sob, and her voice became even weaker, "I died. I'm dead."

"But you will not stay dead," Klaus told Cami as his expression suddenly went from concerned for the two women to furious at Aurora within seconds, "She will pay for her actions, I swear to both of you..."

Suddenly, Cami doubled over in pain and groaned, "Ah! Ohh, what's happening to me?" She asked in concern, causing Ophelia to sigh since she knew what was happening.

"You're transitioning," She informed Ophelia in a calm tone, "Cami, you need to feed on blood soon, or you will die."

"This time, for good." Klaus suddenly spoke up bluntly as Cami began to whimper in fear and exhaustion.

Ophelia moved closer to Cami, affectionately rubbing her arm.

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The following morning, while Ophelia insisted that Klaus stay and deal with Cami's transition, Ophelia headed to the bayou to talk to Jackson.

"Hey," She spoke up to Jackson brightly, despite the fact that she felt like she was dying inside.

"Hey," Jackson greeted her back, a crate of belongings in his hand, "Where'd you go last night? I woke up and you weren't there."

"Actually, that was what I wanted to talk you--" Before Ophelia could finish her sentence, Jackson was shot in the neck with a wolfsbane dart and groaned in pain.

Jackson fell to his knees, dropping the box in his hands onto the ground, and pulled out the dart as Ophelia rushed over to him, "Jack!" She called out worriedly.

In the nearby woods, a man aimedhis tranquilizer gun at Ophelia and shot it, but she immediately caught the dart in mid-air before throwing it on the ground and walking toward them, "You've got to be kidding me!" Ophelia shouted at the man, "I literally just revived from the last time you killed me. But whatever. I'm up for another fight so you gonna keep hiding in the woods like a little bitch, or are you gonna come out and fight like a man?"

Aya vamp-sped behind Hayley and stabbed her in the shoulder with another wolfsbane dart, which caused her to groan in pain, "Gladly!" She responded, "It's a shame that stake didn't do the trick last night. It seems you really are immortal."

Ophelia's hybrid eyes came out as she spun around, backhanding Aya hard in the face.

Jackson, who was recovering from his own wolfsbane dart, groaned and pulled himself to his feet so he could help Ophelia fight the Strix vampires.

As Ophelia punched Aya again in the face, Jackson growled and partially shifted into a werewolf as he lunged for another vampire, hitting him hard in the nose with the heel of his hand before punching a second, and biting a third on the neck.

The second vampire came up behind Jackson and pulled him off. Jackson ended up kicking the third vampire in the chest so hard he was able to back-flip out of the second vampire's grip and return to the fight. He flipped the second vampire onto the ground and bit him on the wrist to weaken him before standing to his feet and looking over at Ophelia, who was still fighting Aya, "Ophelia!" He shouted worriedly.

When the vampires began to overpower Jackson and injected him with more wolfsbane, Ophelia got distracted and shouted for him worriedly, "Jack!"

Ophelia being distracted by Jackson getting hurt allowed Aya to grab Ophelia in a choke-hold, which gave the sniper in the woods a chance to shoot her with two more wolfsbane darts as well, and she passed out on the ground when Aya dropped her.

AN: Ophelia really doesn't get a break, doe she?