New Orleans 1821

Tuesday

"Arahhhhh" I roared sweeping my hands across the large mahogany table, sending all its contents tumbling to the floor.

I had used every grimoire, every dark text, every artefact nothing worked the horrible blackspot still remained in the palm of my right hand and it was growing by the second.

Come Sunday I would be dead.

When the curse had been initially put on me it hadn't bothered me, after all I had nothing to live for, now though, now I wasn't so sure about dying, and there was only one person to blame for that.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Although I had tried to deny it, the noble original vampire had found his way into my cold black heart our passionate kiss a few nights ago confirmed it. Tears slipped down my cheeks shocking me to my core, I couldn't remember the last time I had cried over a man. I was like some stupid love sick adolescent, it made me feel disgusting and weak.

I became furious with myself for crying over something that I had no control over, I had known for over a year that this curse would kill me yet I let myself fall in love with a man that I could never have.

My temper got the best of me as I started tearing apart my magic room, I didn't care that it was the most precious place in my home, it wouldn't matter come Sunday.

The room which was filled with all things witchcraft related, books, grimoires, herbs and everything else witchy was thrown around the room by my own hand, my physical strength wasn't enough, I could feel my magic bubbling in my blood so I let it free.

The room started to shake; I screamed as my magic released causing an uncontrollable earthquake, debris fell from the ceiling and walls but I didn't stop, I didn't even know if I could.

My power spread from the small room through the house and out onto the streets of New Orleans, I could hear the terrified screams of the people outside as my earthquake shook the city, but I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore.

"Giselle" someone called but I ignored it.

"Giselle" they tried again.

"GISELLE" they roared grabbing and shaking my shoulders bringing me out of my destructive trance.

"Stop" Laurel whispered and I did, I took a deep shuddering breath sinking to the floor Laurel dropping down beside me wrapping me in a tight hug, as I tried to calm myself down and get my magic under control.

"Has something happened?" my friend and housekeeper questioned. I ignored her and pulled off the gloves I had been wearing for the past few days, I heard her gasp as my black palm came into view. Laurel of course knew all about my curse as she was the only person who in the entire world I trusted completely.

"It's too soon" my friend whispered her voice breaking.

"I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner" I scoffed.

"There has to be a way around it".

"I've tried".

"Try harder" Laurel snapped.

"Laurel please, we knew this day was coming" I sighed standing up and assessing the damage I had created.

The room was a complete mess concreate covered the floor along with torn books, and broken artefacts, the air was littered with a fine dust from the wrecked plaster, I knew the rest of my home would look the same thanks to my magical meltdown.

I sighed, standing up waling to the large bay window to look out at my beloved city. I watched people running around like a bunch of headless chickens trying to get home encase another earthquake hit, while others stayed to fix the damaged I had caused. Smashed windows, overturned carriages, blocks of concrete and bricks littered the streets making the quarter look like a war zone.

"You cannot give up Giselle, what about Elijah?" Laurel questioned interrupting my stare.

"What about Elijah? We kissed so what, I'm sure he'll have long forgotten me by the next century" I replied turning away from the cracked window.

"And me? What of me" Laurel cried, making me close my eyes and sigh. I turned to face the coffee coloured woman taking her hands in mine trying my best to smile, I was sure it was more of a grimace.

"You have been more than just an employee to me Laurel I hope you know that. I couldn't have survived in this city without you keeping me sane, you have been my confident and most trusted friend but you need to live your life now".

"You're the only reason I'm living in the first place, so how am I expected to survive without you" she cried.

"Pick a place".

"What?"

"Anywhere Laurel the world is your oyster".

Thursday

Laurel Tuesday night had left; it took some convincing and a minor spell to get her to leave New Orleans. I had given her a good bit of my fortune to start a new life in London, England, after all I wouldn't need the money when I died.

Laurel deserved the best after the life she had as a slave, then cast out onto the streets before I found her and took her in; I just hoped she would have a long happy life.

My home had also been returned to its original state, fifty men to repair the damage I had cause with my magic, to some it might have been pointless to repair a home when I would die in a matter of days, but I refused to live in squalor during my final days on this earth.

"Just sign here Miss Claire, then were all done" the lawyer spoke breaking me from my thoughts; I took the quill from his fingers and signed the document.

"Did you hear its going to take five months to fix the damaged caused by that horrific earthquake on Tuesday" Mr Greyson said, making polite conversation.

"Yes I just got my home repaired myself" I smirked, if only he knew it had been me who caused the damage in the first place.

"They did a marvellous job" he said looking around, as I handed him the paper i had just signed.

"Now is there anything else I can do for you Miss Claire?" the pudgy blading man asked as he packed up the important documents

"No that's it thank you Mr Greyson, I feel much better now my affairs are in order" I politely smiled.

"I'm sure a young woman like yourself will live a long life with many changes, therefore I'm sure this won't be the last time you do this" he chuckled as I walked him to the door; I nodded grimly locking the door securely behind him, little did he know this would be my first and last will in testament.

Mr Greyson was a kind man; he had been the man who sorted out my fathers will before he died. After I had given a chunk of my money to Laurel I decided to put the rest of my estate in order so my Mother couldn't get her gold digging hands on my fortune. My uncle from my father's side would get my estate and my money; while the Mikaelson family would receive anything I owned that was related to the supernatural, my uncle would have no use for such things.

I also made specific wishes to be buried beside my son and husband, the thought of being close to my Emmett again made me morbidly happy.

Speaking of my uncle James, I was late to meet him at the Claire estate; the carriage had been waiting outside with my things for the past half an hour. I would be staying with James, his wife and two daughters for the night. We would have dinner and drinks while spending some quality family time together; meanwhile I would discreetly say my last goodbyes to the only family left who mattered.

Friday

I handed the foot man a generous tip as he placed my bags by the door, he spluttered a thank you and left with a huge grin on his face and a spring in his step, making me chuckle.

I frowned shutting the door behind me as I unpinned my hat leaving it on the side table, letting my curls free and flow down my back. I sighed in relief as I ran my fingers through my raven locks; I had said my goodbyes, dealt with my estate now all I had to do was wait to die, how morbid.

I walked to the parlour room deciding alcohol would help with my self-pity; I rummaged through my drinks cabinet until I found what I was looking for.

"Ah-ha" I smirked when I found it. It was a 1707 bottle of Scottish whiskey that I had bought on my travels, I had been waiting for a special occasion to open it like my mother's death for example, but since I wouldn't be around for that, I guess dying would have to do.

"Why didn't you tell me" a voice behind me demanded, making me drop my expensive bottle of whiskey.

I waited to hear the smash of breaking glass but I never did, I looked down to see a large hand gripping the securely, I looked up hiding my surprise as I looked into those deep brown eyes.

"Tell me have you heard of knocking Elijah?" I teased taking the bottle from his fingers and pouring myself a generous glass.

"Don't play with me Giselle, why didn't you tell me?" he glared.

"Tell you what, you'll have to be more specific" I flirted, brushing my body against his as I walked past him. I of course knew what he was talking about; I just hoped seducing him would make him forget.

"You're dying and you didn't tell me" he hissed.

"And whatever gave you that silly idea" I laughed slightly nervous, as I leaned against the back of the sofa trying to calm my raging heartbeat.

"Laurel came to see me before she left for England; she knew you wouldn't tell me yourself".

"She's lying" I shrugged, as the original walked closer to me making my heart go into overdrive, damn Laurel I should have wiped her memory when I had the chance.

"And why would she lie when she was obviously telling the truth about how you caused an earthquake in the middle of the quarter" he whispered now just inches away from me.

"I fired her" I lied through my teeth, trying not to panic.

Then in the blink of an eye I was pinned against my newly plastered wall, the air around us became thicker as we stared into one another's eyes. I tried to fight him but I couldn't, I could have used my magic but something stopped me.

A silent tear slipped down my cheek as he took my left hand in his removing my white silk glove revealing my now black palm.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, as his watery brown eyes met my teary green ones.

"We'll find a way out of this, there has to be a way" he muttered staring at my black palm.

"It's too late, I sealed my fate a long time ago Elijah, I accepted death a long time ago" I explain as I pushed him away from me, walking to the other side of the room. I needed space I couldn't think when he was that close.

"I will not accept this Giselle" he's shouted me shaking his head in denial.

"You have to" I snapped chugging my whiskey, I thought I was done with the emotional goodbyes, couldn't a girl die in peace, the answer was no.

"I will not allow the woman I love to die without a fight" he barked eyes blazing in anger that was until his realised what he said.

Time stood still as be both took in what he said, we both stood frozen staring at one another neither of us willing to break the silence. I held my empty glass in mid-air as my shocked expression turned into one of horror.

He couldn't love me not now, not when the reaper was so close to taking me, not when we had just about run out of time, his light footsteps interrupted my inner panic attack. I felt his warm hands take the empty tumbler from my hand placing it on the side table, then taking my face in his making me meet his eyes once again.

"Giselle I lo...."

"Don't. Don't say it" I whispered.

"I lov..."

"Please Elijah not now, you can't say it now" I begged.

"If I have to except your fate, then you will hear what I have to say" when I didn't protest he continued.

"I love you Giselle Claire, I have loved you since ..." but before he could finish I interrupted him yet again, but this time it wasn't with my words it was with my lips.

Elijah didn't deny my kiss he merely pulled me closer gripping my hips as I ran my fingers threw his dark hair. Moans and grunts filled the room as we both fought for dominance; I soon gave in and started to enjoy Elijah's assertive side. The air around us became thick once again as our lips locked over and over again. I pulled back catching my breath, I looked into Elijah's eyes which were filled with both lust and love; I guess it was now or never.

"I love you Elijah" I breathed feeling extremely exposed, his expression turned into one of joy as his fingers caressed my collar bone.

"Now I'm done talking Elijah, so please take me upstairs so we can do what we've been waiting over a year to do" I told him as my usual smirk spread across my face.

Within seconds we were in my room ripping off each other's clothes as we drowned in a sea of ecstasy.

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A/N

So originally this was going to be the last full flashback chapter but i had to cut it in half because it was turning out to be too long, so the next chapter will be the last flashback chapter, before starting season 1 of the originals.

Also my laptop is still broken uh!!!!! I'm using my sisters at the moment but she'll need it back soon! I had this chapter half done so i put it on my USB and finished it yay!!!! I was having writer withdrawals lots of ideas just kept popping into my head so I had to get my hands on a laptop sorry sis!!! My keyboard is not working but my touch pad is back working (strange) so i'm planning on getting it fixed next week then i'll just slowly save for a new one.

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