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1. First Look
8 months ago…
"Davina, hi," Evangeline beamed a smile at her younger cousin.
"Oh, hey Eve,"
"So, are you coming to that party tonight?"
"Um, no, I can't. I… have other plans tonight…" Davina bit the inside of her cheek gently. Tonight was the night of the Harvest. This ritual was extremely important to her coven and her mother would definitely slit her throat if she missed it.
Evangeline's eyebrow arched up, "But Tim's gonna be there, don't you want to see him? He's really excited about seeing you,"
Davina perked up, "Really? Who said that?"
"He told me."
The young witch looked away, her hands fiddling with the hem of her dress. She sighed, "I… I really can't. My mother… it's a family thing."
"Look, Davina, if your mom is still pissed at my mom because she doesn't believe in this whole witchy business, then you need to tell her to take her head out of her ass because she can't stop you from hanging out with me over some silly little feud!" Evangeline let out an exasperated breath. "Please, come to the party with me. It's gonna be a lot more fun if you're there too,"
"I'm sorry, Eve, I really can't. Maybe another time." Davina left hurriedly, she was afraid that she would change her mind.
As she paced her way home, she couldn't help being tremendously jealous of her cousin. Eve had everything she ever wanted. Davina just wanted to be normal, she wanted to go to parties with Eve and exchange flirty glances with Tim. She wanted to go home after the party and tell Eve all about how she and Tim would sneak away from the party and kiss under the twinkling stars. But instead, she was going home to prepare for a ceremony.
Present day…
Evangeline crossed her legs over as she watched Tim play on his violin for the crowd. She let out a long exhale, brushing a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She took out her phone and text Davina's number again.
Tim's performing on his violin. I hope you're safe, come home soon.
She scrolled up a little to see her texts with no replies. They mostly just asked where she was and if she was safe. Although they had barely spoken since Davina's thirteenth birthday party, Evangeline still worried about her. It had been months since anyone had heard from Davina or her family.
When the crowd's applause died down and the performance was over, Tim came over to Evangeline. "Hey, I didn't you were coming tonight," he said, holding his violin case close to him.
"No, I wasn't planning to but…" Evangeline trailed off.
"You thought that Davina might show…?" Tim finished, his lips pressing into a thin line. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I have something to tell you,"
"Don't keep me in suspense, Tim," she took a sip of her drink.
"I'm seeing Davina tonight," he half-whispered. "I got a text from her, telling me to meet her at that old church,"
"What?" Evangeline shook her head, "I don't understand. We don't hear from her in months and suddenly you get a text telling you to go to a creepy church alone?"
"You think this is a trick, don't you?"
"Of course it's a trick! It's some sick twisted joke and I don't think you should go."
"You can't stop me, Eve," Tim began to turn away from her.
She reached out and grabbed his arm, jerking him back to face her. "Fine, but you're the one who's going to be humiliated when a couple of assholes pull off this sick practical joke,"
Tim's faith was wavered for only a fraction before he pulled his arm back and walked away from Evangeline.
She rolled her eyes. What an idiot. Poor, naïve Tim was walking straight into a trap and now she had to ensure he would be safe. Evangeline pushed her way through the crowd and followed closely behind Tim. She thanked herself for wearing flats this evening instead of heels.
Evangeline pulled her black jacket closer to her body. Just looking at the church gave her chills. She ignored the police tapes across the front of the church and pushed open the door only a fraction. She heard Tim playing a beautiful tune on the violin. Evangeline bit her lip and peered inside. Tim was right, it wasn't a trick. At the far end of the church, in front of the alter, Davina was sitting on the steps and she was smiling up at him. Evangeline couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. Davina was her cousin, they grew up together and she couldn't even pick up a phone and text her to tell her that she was okay.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the music faded out and there were footsteps coming towards her. She swiftly pressed herself up against the stone cold wall of the church. A blonde lady came out and walked away, without even noticing her presence. Evangeline was about to leave Tim and Davina alone, she didn't want to intrude nor did she want to walk in on anything awkward, but then she heard a third voice that she didn't recognise. It was a British man, his voice clear and echoing from inside the church.
"… For a girl caught in a war between the witches and vampires, I might be a better friend. I would keep you safe…" The stranger said, approaching Davina like a predator. Evangeline was confused, was Davina involved with some sort of gang war? She stayed quiet and pushed the door open a little more to get a clearer view.
"If anyone tries to hurt anyone I care about," Davina replied, "I'll kill them"
At this, Evangeline gasped aloud. The unwavering confidence in Davina's threat made her sound serious, and at this point, Evangeline wasn't sure if she actually was.
The next events happened so fast that Evangeline's brain took a few seconds to even process that she was now inside the church and face to face with Davina. "And who might you be?" The man asked her, an iron grip on the back of her jacket.
"Eve? What are you doing here?" Davina hesitated in stepping forward.
"Eve, what a pretty name," The man looked back to Davina. "I'm guessing she's family, you certainly share a family resemblance,"
"Davina, I don't understand," Evangeline whispered.
"Well then, let me explain this to the both of you. You see, Eve, Davina has been kept prisoner in the attic of this church by a so-called friend of hers. She claims that he's protecting her but I think that she's suspected all along that her dear friend, Marcel, has tricked her into doing his bidding. And all the while, she rots in an attic. Alone." Then he gestures Tim with his free hand. "While young Timothy moves on with his life."
Davina's hands clenched at her sides. She glared at him and Evangeline couldn't help but think that if looks could kill, this stranger wouldn't be tightening his grip on her back right now.
Davina spoke up, a smug smile etched on her face, "You feel that?" she asked, "That's your blood starting to boil."
The man only stares back at her for a moment, his face starting to shimmer under the dim candles as he began to sweat. Then, before Evangeline could even calculate what was happening, yet again, he had pulled Tim into his free arm and locked it around his neck. He kept hold of Evangeline too. "Such a shame to lose them, just as you found them again." He looked down at Tim, "and I really did admire your skill with that violin."
"Don't you dare hurt them!" Davina cried out, her expression turning slightly scared.
"I hope I won't have to, sweetheart. But then that depends on you." Evangeline could feel herself gritting her teeth. She was trying to piece everything together but none of her solutions seemed possible.
Suddenly, the stranger groaned in pain and Evangeline felt his whole body jerk. She heard a sickening snap of bone and then he straightened up again, letting out a laugh. "Impressive. But you don't wanna fight me, love. Innocent people have a way of winding up dead."
Evangeline finally spoke up, "Please, sir, please leave us alone… " She didn't even notice that she was crying until she heard her own voice cracking slightly.
"Your choice little witch. Swear allegiance to me alone and these two are allowed to live."
Davina's chest was now rising up and down faster and her jawline clenched in anger. Through blurry eyes, Evangeline saw that the candles around them were flaring up higher despite the draft that had now blown into the room. The man continued his threat, "…however, stand against me..."
He was cut off by Davina. She yelled out fiercely and raised her hands. Evangeline felt herself being pushed back by the wind that whipped up quick and strong. Then, just before her head hit the hard ground, she heard windows shattering.
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"Come on, up you get, love," The stranger pulled Evangeline to her feet. The whole room spun as she did. He also pulled Tim forward and he pressed them both against banister above the entrance of the church.
Evangeline felt her breathing rate increase and she felt as if she was going to have a panic attack. Tim swallowed a hard lump in his throat, "Please," he begged, "don't hurt us,"
The man sighed, "It wasn't my intent to, but sadly I've run out of time to play nice." He then proceeded to push Tim over the edge, watching to ensure that he fell to the ground.
He turned to Evangeline and put a hand on her back. She gripped the banister tightly, "N-no, please, I don't want to die," she sobbed, looking at Tim's unmoving body.
"It's really nothing personal," he stated before giving her a hard shove. Evangeline only had time to let out a startled cry before she felt a harsh pain all over her body and then there was nothing.
Tim heard Evangeline's body fall against the benches and he turned his head only slightly to see her body in a twisted, unnatural shape. He let out a whimper as he felt his breathing begin to fluctuate.
Davina came back, seeing her cousin dead on the floor and Tim lying almost completely still beside her. "Oh my God," she breathed out, kneeling behind Tim and lifting his head gently onto her lap. "Tim… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you… I didn't mean to hurt anyone,"
"One of the terrible consequences of war, innocent lives lost." Klaus said, gesturing Evangeline's broken body. "What terrible guilt you'll have to live with – Eve's blood on your hands."
"Get away from us!" Davina cried, looking away from her cousin's corpse.
Klaus raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, "No, no, let's not be hasty. After all, I still have some time to heal young Timothy." He crouched down, tilting his head slightly in amusement. "All you have to do is ask,"
Davina nodded, "Please. I can't lose him too…"
Klaus smiled in triumph, "For you Davina, with pleasure." The hybrid bit into his wrist and held it to Tim's mouth. The blood trailed down the side of his face and he finished drinking from his wrist. He felt his pain fade.
Klaus pulled Tim to his feet, compelling him to forget everything that happened. "All fixed," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "And now you owe me a favour."
"I don't owe you anything… you murdered my cousin!"
"And I could've killed Timothy as well, but I didn't. I allowed him to live. If the witches ever found out about him, or Eve, pain worse than death could've been inflicted upon them and they could've been used as leverage in an evil scheme to manipulate and control you,"
Davina's tears ran down her cheeks. She knelt down beside Evangeline's body, knowing that even vampire blood couldn't bring back someone that was already dead. She reached out and brushed the hair back from her face. "I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything. I just… wanted to protect you..." Davina sniffed and wiped the back of her hand on her wet cheek. "I promise… I'm never gonna let Klaus hurt anyone I love again. I hope you're at peace now."
She reached over and picked up the broken violin, turning to Klaus. "Please, can you bury… can you bury Eve? I can't… I can't do it…"
Klaus only nodded, picking up Evangeline and disappearing in a blink of the eye.
A/N - Thank you for reading - if you've made it this far. I know it's a little boring right now but I have a lot installed for our poor Evangeline. Stay tuned!