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Klaus POV
The citizens of the French Quarter all readyed themselves for Father Kieran's funeral service. A long line of community members and family made their way slowly to Father Kieran's open casket which sat in front of the alter to pay their respects. I arrived late, Belle by his side arms laced together fitting perfectly, despite the situation I smiled slightly.
By the time we reached the casket, everyone else at the service is already seated in the pews. Belle greeted Cami and giving her a kiss on the cheek before hugging her tightly, before moving to to give our respects to Father Kieran. However, when I opens the casket, Father Kieran was gone, and in his place a baby. The baby cooed lovingly a heart warming sound making me smile
"Hi." Belle cooed picking up the baby gently, this was a dream the girl if my dreams coddling and spoiling my child, belle smiled up at me that sweet adoring smile she got when she saw something she truly loved, suddenly her smile dropped blood falling in a small trickle from her mouth as the baby dissappered and she fell to the floor lifeless.
As I went to cradle her head blood poured from my mouth. A sharp pain coming from my back, the indestructible white oak stake protruding from my heart. When I turned around, Mikael is standing there, grinning mockingly. He grabed me in a chokehold sneering "Greetings, boy."
I awake with a start in Belle's bedroom in the mansion. Belle who had been curled aginsint my shoulder moved her eyes fluttering open filled with worry "Are you ok ?" She asked her warm palm cupping my cheek, I nodded
"A bad dream" I mumbled quietly she hugged me lying down my head resting on her chest as her legs tangled with mine "I love you" I said closing my eyes
"I love you too"
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I sat in Rousseau's, where they were throwing an Irish-style wake in Father Kieran's honor, complete with Irish music, lots of alcohol, and tons of people who gathered to share stories of Father Kieran and celebrate his life. I sat alone at a table a glass of scotch balanced in my hand, Cami joined me taking a seat "Hey! Earth to you!" She said shaking her hand in front of my face
I looked up noticing the wounds on her face feeling a pang of guilt shoot through me "Your face--" I started, Cami waved me off "--Will heal. Listen, I wanted to thank you--" she said sincerity in her voice
I held up my glass "--Unless you've come equipped with the means to fill this, no additional platitudes are necessary." I scowled sipping my scotch
Cami paused, giving me a knowing look "Okay... I'm in a crap mood because my uncle just died, and people are partying like it's Mardi Gras. What's your excuse?" I scowled further "Klaus, seriously, what's going on?" She pushed, sipping her drink "if its Belle just get her flowers she's very forgiving"
