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Elijah stormed into the building. He knew he should’ve been here earlier, he just hoped that his wife was still here and that his mother hadn’t tried anything to endanger her. Elijah knew that he couldn’t live without her.
Klaus wasn’t far behind him, the look of rage etched into his features. He cared deeply for his sister-in-law and had done since she became a Mikaelson. She was as good as blood to him. And anyone who touched his family would perish by his hand.
“She’s not here, brother,” Klaus said as he looked around the rummage. “We can have Freya redo the spell but we shouldn’t waste time.”
“No.”
“No?”
“She’s here. I can tell.” Elijah said, continuing to move crates around to get a better visual. “Mother has hidden her well. Klaus just sighed before resuming his search. He moved towards the scent of blood in the corner, hoping to find some sort of clue to where (Y/N) was but he didn't have to look far before he saw her corpse.
Her eyes were closed as if she were asleep but nothing else about her indicated peacefulness. She was drenched in blood. It had come from her mouth and the stab wound in her heart but also scratches on her arms and slim streams from her eyes.
Off all the torture Niklaus had seen and even committed, this was one of the most brutal he had seen. It was clear that (Y/N) had suffered.
Quickly, he grabbed a dust cover from a crate and covered her body; Elijah shouldn't have to see her like this, not without preparation. Klaus knew that this would destroy him.
"Elijah," he softly called, "can you come here?"
"Why? I know she's here, I need to find her."
"Please."
This startled Elijah, Niklaus never said please. Curiosity got the better of the noble brother as he made his way over to the hybrid, before stopping in his tracks when he saw his face.
"Niklaus, what is it?"
Klaus sighed, "I know where she is, but you need-"
"I need to see her!" Elijah snapped.
"Elijah, I- She isn't..." Klaus looked down, trying to find the right words to say. How do you tell your brother that the love of his life, his soulmate, was dead? "(Y/N): she's dead. Mother got to her."
Elijah froze. Niklaus must have been lying, some sort of sick joke. (Y/N), his (Y/N) wasn't dead, she couldn't be.
"Where is she?" He demanded. Klaus pointed to the tarp-covered ground. Slowly, Elijah made his way over and removed the covering.
And there she was. Still as anything. He reached over and grabbed her hand in his, grasping at it like a lifeline. His wife was dead, there was no denying now. In moments she had gone from the light of his life, the person he woke up every day for to another body he had to bury.
"Please no," He begged as he tried to shake her, even though he knew it was fruitless, he had to try. "Please, come back to me. Please, please, please."
Niklaus watched as his brother, the man who always kept him together, the man who he could rely on, the man who saved him time and time again broke down and Niklaus knew he was powerless to help him in his time of need.