Sitting up, I crossed my legs and positioned myself that we were face to face, trying to suppress the awkward giggle that was bubbling in my stomach out of nervousness. Klaus, on the other hand, looked scared shitless.

"So," I began, letting a little smirk appear on my face. "Let's get one thing straight, Klaus. If this shit works, and she's taking over my body, absolutely no ― under any circumstances ― sex. I'm serious about this. I don't give a shit how long it's been since you've seen her, or what signals she's giving, you are not having sex with my possessed-ass body. Pretty sure that's illegal, and if you do, I will do what the witches want me to and wipe your ass out, got it? Good. Now that that is settled, you're like, a million, or something. What do you know about possessions?"

"Little to none of this sort, unfortunately." He spoke anxiously, rolling his eyes at my rule. "You're the one that's being possessed. What do you know about my Ophelia?"

"First of all, I love how you refer to her as 'your' Ophelia when I'm right here. What do you refer to me as? Her better looking counterpart?"

Klaus rolled his eyes at me again, but I could tell that he was the slightest bit eased at my playful banter. It took a little bit of the edge off of the situation.

"Answer my question, please."

"Fine." I groaned, rolling my eyes right back at him. "She comes out when my life is in danger, usually. But I don't know about you but I don't really want to be pinned to a wall and choked out. Well, not in this circumstance, anyways."

"Your vulgarity never ceases to amaze me."

"What? You were thinking it too, don't lie!"

"Fine. Then what do you propose we do?"

"I don't know, you're the one that knows her inside and out, not me. Try talking to her, or something. God, Klaus, it's like you don't even―"

"Norway, 1520." He interrupted boldly, staring deep into my dark brown eyes. "You'd told me that you wanted to see where I came from where my roots were. I'd told you that it was ridiculous, and that there was nothing for me there anymore, and that all my roots had been torn out. You didn't believe me, saying that roots that were as deep as mine would never be forgotten or dug up."

And as if his words were some sort of trigger, I felt the familiarity of my body losing control take over slowly.

"Keep going." I murmured, knowing that it was going to take a little more than that to coax her out of my subconscious.

"So I took you there, back to the Old World." He proceeded with slightly widened eyes, observing me carefully. "Of course, you stuck out like a sore thumb, but you didn't mind. You knew that it was only because you were an outsider. Some people even thought that you were one of the Gods ― Hel, to be exact ― reborn on Midgard. I knew that you just weren't affected by the thoughts of others. You were strong in that way. Still are."

The feeling kept growing at an agonizing pace, with every word he spoke, actually.

"I showed you where I grew up, where I would play, where I would worship, all of that. Then, I showed you the beach, where we spent the entire time in the water. In fact, people came out just to watch us. But once again, you paid them no mind, letting them watch as we had our fun. After that, we laid in the sand next to a fire, and I taught you about the gods, as you taught me about the stars. Truth be told, I already knew everything you were telling me. But you were so happy, I was more than willing to learn again."

And like a wave crashing over me, I no longer had any control over my body. I was trapped, again.

"I know," She spoke strongly, yet with a small smile. "It wasn't that hard to figure out, Niklaus. You wouldn't stop trying to see if I was correct."

Klaus sucked in a deep breath and looked into her eyes, a smile flashing over his face.

"Ophelia?" He asked in a whisper. "Is that you?"

"Yes," She laughed happily. "It's me."

Wasting no time, they tackled each other in a furious kiss, embracing each other for the first time in centuries.

"My love," He said with tears in his eyes. "You're back."

She nodded and pulled him into a kiss again, making me roll my eyes internally. Literally.

"Indeed." She replied in the same tone. "Thanks to you."

Thanks to him? Thanks to him?! Thanks to me! I'm the one who allowed you to take over my damn body so that you could talk to your asshole-ish boyfriend! And if you haven't noticed, this whole 'being trapped inside your own body' thing fucking sucks.

Is this how she feels 24/7?

"You're so beautiful," Klaus stated. "I love you so much."

Thanks, Klaus. You just disproved all your future insults about my looks. You're not fooling anyone, girl.

"This new body is... a special one, no?" She asked hesitantly.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! It's the same one as your old one, if not better looking. If anything, I did you a favor. My style is amazing. And for once, Klaus actually said something intelligent.

"It's the same as your old one." He chuckled.

"No, I meant her spirit." She responded. "She's got a lot of fire in her."

Thanks, old me. I am pretty fire, aren't I?

"She's a handful, that's for sure."

A handful of goodness, bitch.

"Be careful with her, Niklaus. She's not as strong as she seems. She's fragile. The slightest thing can break her, and we can't lose her. Most importantly, I can't lose you."

Thanks a lot, old me. Always gotta go and spill everyone's secrets, don't you?

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Liar.

"Liar." She said, rolling our eyes. "You two are a constant game of cat and mouse. One of you is always going to have a reason to hate the other. So I'm telling you now, she's better as an ally than an enemy. So once again, please don't do anything to turn her against us. She already thinks you're rather evil."

Hell yeah I do. Just because we spent one night together all cuddled up and friendly, doesn't mean I have forgotten about the fact that he is the reason I killed a kid.

"What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world."

Way to sound like a sociopath there, buddy.

"You always were a survivalist." She chuckled. "Just... Don't muck this up, please."

"I'll do my best."

And with another smile, they shared another kiss, relishing it and each other. It was disgusting.

"Any more questions?" She asked as they broke away, fluttering our eyelashes with a flirty look.

"Why isn't it you that's here?" He asked. "I mean, it is you, but it isn't your soul. Your personality. Someone else is living in your shell and you're just trapped, waiting for glimpses of hope, like this, so that you can come out. Why is that? Why is there someone else in your body? Why can't you just take over?"

Okay. Wow. I see you, Klaus. I thought we were cool. Ol' buddies. Pals. Reconciling assholes. King and queen of the universally damned. The ones people love to hate. The most powerful beings in the world. Those guys. Frenemies. Chums. Companions. Comrades. Cronies. Compadres. Homies. Gal pals. And you go and turn around doing me dirty like this.

"That wasn't exactly the question I was hoping for, but I'll take it." She replied, shaking her head slightly. "It's because this isn't my body anymore. It's hers."

"But it was yours first!"

Way to be an adult about this, Klaus-y boy.

"Yes, and when she dies, there will be another in her place. This isn't something that can easily be made to shape your whims, Klaus. This is something that you can't prevent. Same bodies, different spirits each time."

Suddenly, I began to panic. What does she mean by when I die? Does that mean I'll become what she is? Trapped under my own skin, itching to get out? No. That can't happen. I can't even last an hour or two in here ― how was I supposed to last a lifetime,let alone hundreds?

"How long will this go on for?" Klaus whispered sounding as terrified as I was at the moment.

"Forever." She shrugged, making me even more scared. "As long as there is a world to exist upon, we will be there."

"So... After she dies... There will be another version of you? But... You and her will still be there?" He asked for clarification, earning a happy nod from her. "Why not just find peace? Why come back after all these years?"

Klaus was no longer acting as the lovesick fool that he was when she first emerged, but now a man coming to the realization that nothing is what it seems, and that his ex is a fucking psychopathic bitch.

"We'll never leave you, Niklaus. Always and forever means exactly that." She said enthusiastically, grabbing his hands for emphasis.

"Why the constant transformation, darling?" He asked, knowing that it'd be best to play along, rather than face the wrath of our unlimited power. "I like you just the way you are."

She blushed, and looked away bashfully, making me wonder if Klaus never noticed that his sweet Ophelia was a fucking psychopath.

"So you could fall in love with us all over again." She said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Okay, this was too far. Klaus was beyond uncomfortable, and I was on the brink of having a panic attack from being paralyzed for so long. So, I snapped the fuck out of it and put her back in her place, closing our eyes and gasping awake, snapping them open once again.

Staring at each other in nothing but utter shock, I decided to break the silence, as I always did.

"Well," I said breathlessly. "She seems nice."