Klaus barreled into Rebekah’s back, knocking the wind out of her as they crashed together onto the ground. Rebekah rolled just in time to see the flash of silver in his hand, and to realize her mistake. Of course Klaus had brought his daggers on his honeymoon.

The dagger burned as he buried it in the left side of her chest, and Rebekah felt tears building in her eyes. All Rebekah knew was that she had failed, and now whatever was hiding in Vivianne’s body would be free to do its work unchecked. “You’re making a mistake,” she hissed at him, and he twisted the dagger deeper into her heart.

The blackness was coming, just the way she remembered it.

“You’ve lost your touch, dear sister,” he said. “Perhaps some time away will help clear your head.”

Vivianne’s face flickered in and out of focus. “You deserve whatever comes your way,” Rebekah whispered with the last of her strength.

Their faces dimmed and disappeared. The beach was gone, along with the cabin and the roar of the ocean. All that was left was Rebekah. And then, in another moment, there was nothing.

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 17