This would be the day. The one day. The only he had, and would ever, decide to walk down the golden gate bridge. That would be the day when he saw a girl standing just at the edge of the bridge looking to the bottom.

I should keep going he told himself it's none of my business

Why couldn't he? He was NiKlaus Mikaelson, a man known for his cold heartedness.

Let her kill herself it has nothing to do with me. He almost did walk away. He was this close to walking right past her and pretending he hadn't seen her about to end her life. He could do that. It wouldn't even dwell on his conscious. Nope he wouldn't think about at all. Not even for a-.

"Damn" he muttered to himself as he walked over to the edge of the bridge and leaned over the railing to get closer to her. He couldn't do it. "What are you doing sweetheart"

She turned to look at him, only for a moment, but that was enough. It was resolved, he was going to stop her. There was no way he could let a beautiful woman like her commit. After examining her in her attire there was no way he would be able to get her face out of his head. Even with her tear stained cheeks and her wild hair, she was a sight to behold. If anything, she was even more beautiful when she was crying.

"Go away" it was a whisper, a broken, hoarse whisper but Klaus heard it all the same. With every moment the woman was pulling him in. No matter if her voice was broken and hoarse it was just as enticing. He wanted to hear it everyday of his eternal life. What was this woman doing to him?

"I can't" it was the honest truth "now either you can come up here on your own or I can drag you up here"

"Just go away" She turned back to the river. It was obvious she was hesitating. That meant she could be persuaded to come up. Now all he had to do was figure out what type of woman she was. Was she the type to respond to sweet talk, the kind that craved attention? Was she the quiet type that would rather be silently persuaded? She could be the feisty type, one that would respond to a challenge. He picked the last one. She looked the type with her tall sparkly silver stilettos and her tight short mini dress.

If he had paid attention to more than her, he might have noticed the coat and purse that lay right next to him.

"Look, you don't want to kill yourself, love" He said as he hopped over the railing and stood right next to her. She gave him a look of pure sadness "You're too beautiful to die"

"You have no idea what I'm going through" She mumbled it and looked down and took a deep breath and Klaus hand flew to her midsection pressing her into the metal bars behind her. She looked as if she was about to jump and she was. She was looking forward to the painful sting of the murky water.

"Just give me 2 weeks" it had escaped his mouth before he had even thought of it. It came out in his usual tone calm and collect but now he had to think of what to do next. What to say next, he had never had this problem before.

"Two weeks to do what" she was interested now. What difference would two weeks make? She was going to kill herself either way it went. So why couldn't she entertain him? She wouldn't feel right jumping off this bridge with him standing there anyway.

"To change your mine, to make you fall in love with me"