Chapter 4
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Ugh! Another party for the Mikaelsons! 5 years it has been, 5 years and yet my father wishes to still please them! At the party, I was speaking with Rebecca and Niklaus, Elijah was up Celeste Coincé son propre cul's ass somewhere, and Emil was talking with Mother and Father. My twin came up to us and kissed Rebekah's cheek before looking to me. " Lizzie, our father wishes for us perform for the party." An annoyed expression fills my face and I look towards my father, who was already glaring at me. With a defeated sigh, I follow my brother to the piano. "May I have your attention please?" My father booms, causing silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, my children have agreed to perform for you tonight. Here is my son Emil, and my daughter Elizabeth." The crowd cheered and Emil settled into the piano before addressing the audience. "This is a song our parents wrote when they first married." Mother smiled at Father as he held her close. I smile at my twin and face the crowd as the melody played.
As I sang, I found myself getting lost in deep, brown eyes. For a moment, it was as if he understood what I was saying through the lyrics, but I know it was all in my imagination. He loves Celeste, end of story. The song ended and applause broke out. A fake smile passes my lips and I excused myself, a bad feeling waving through me. Emil's voice is heard behind me "Lizzy are you alright?" I turned to him and hug him tight. He chuckled nervously as he held me tighter. "Lizzie, you're starting to worry me." He pulls away, a frown filling his face, as he sees the panic and tears in my eyes. "Elizabeth tell me what's wrong." Suddenly, a vision of Emil on the ground, motionless, appears in my head. I look at my dearest twin brother. "Emmy, something bad is going to happen, I can feel it! Promise me you'll be careful Emil! I don't know what I would do if I lost you!" I exclaimed, shaking in fear. He pulled me closer trying to calm me. "Be at peace, dearest sister! Everything will be okay. I love you Lizzy, and I won't let anything happen to you." I smiled sadly. "And I love you, Emmy." He gave me one last squeeze, then looks at me. "I'm going to find Rebecca, and you should go enjoy the party." My eyes roll playfully, and I place my arm into Emil's, letting him guide me inside. As we walked in, I see Niklaus take off with two lady guests from the state over. I shake my head in disapproval, but leave it alone. Emil kisses Rebekah, and I fake a gag, earning an a giggle from her and an eye roll from my brother, causing me to smirk. "I am going to roam around the room before I fall ill at the sight of you both!" I giggle and run off leaving them behind. After socializing a bit, Rebecca cries fill the air, and my mother's scream sounds through the house. I made my way to my mother, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks. Suddenly, time stopped, and only a sorrowful scream echoed in the room. This scream came from my own lips. "Emil?" I kneel down and shake him. "Emil awaken!" No answer. As silence filled the room, and there was no reply, I became desperate and I ran my shaking hand on his cold cheek. I could feel Rebekah and Elijah behind me. "Emmy?...Emmy please open your eyes and look at me!" Finally, it hit and I broke. "No," was all that passed my lips as I wept over my twin. Elijah wrapped his arms around me and took me away to another room. Elijah explained that Emil was trying to show off to Rebekah by hanging off the rail. He slipped and no one could catch him in time. That sounds like Emil to do something so stupid! Once my brother's body passed me and Mother handed me his jacket, I broke out of Elijah's arms and run upstairs to my room, ignoring my name being called, and slammed the door behind me. I sat down on my bed, and look at the jacket in my hands, the very same one I got Emil on our birthday. My heart ached as I gripped the fabric, holding it tightly to my chest as I looked at the picture of him in my locket. "Damn you Emil! I'm your little sister! I taunt you, and I tease you, and i make your life miserable, but you love me anyway! You're everything that I ever wanted to be! I'm jealous of how smart you are, how kind, and how nice. Please don't leave me here!" Without looking towards the door, I sense his presence and spoken almost a whisper. "Emile and I have been inseparable since birth. My mother would tell us that we would cry when the other one was not in the room with us as infants. It was as if we could sense the other not there. As we grow older, we got even closer. Emil always was getting in trouble for trying to defend my honor. He was my best friend, my brother, my twin, and now? Now, he's gone." I look at Elijah, pain and guilt was swirling in his eyes as he looks into mine. "No more will I hear the banging of my door and his laughter, as he's trying to wake me up in the morning. No more will I hear him taunting and teasing me. No more will I get to see that smile that I know and love! No more will I hear "Lizzie" coming from his voice. No more! He is no more!" At this point, Elijah grabs me and holds me tightly. "I don't know how to do this! Please help me." He holds me tighter and strokes my hair and replies. "I will always protect you." The next day, I walked arm in arm with my mother behind Emil's casket. The pain filling in my chest was indescribable. Suddenly, the sound of a whip and a familiar scream filled the air and I broke away from my mother to run to the noise. Little Gerard was on the ground shielding himself from the slave driver. In that moment, rage fills me and I stand in front of him, facing the man with the whip. "You will not harm him again or else!" The man chuckles darkly. "Get out of my way bitch, or I'll get you too!" I raise a challenging brow. "You would dare strike the Governor's daughter on the day of his son's funeral?" He growls and then a sharp sting fills my face, and I fall to my knees. Little Gerard picks up an apple and throws it at the man, making him angrier. He was about to strike again, but he suddenly stops. I look up to see the man dead and Niklaus standing there. I look at Little Gerard. "Why did you do that? He could have killed you!" He looks me in the eyes and said something I'll never forget. "He hurt my momma." I held him tight, then Niklaus's voice rang behind us. "What is your name?" Little Gerard looks at me and I nod in approval. "Don't got one. Momma wasn't gonna name me til I was 10 to make sure the fever didn't take me. It took her instead." Niklaus kneels down to his level. "You're a survivor, and survivors need names. How about Marcellus?" I smile widely and stand, Little Gerard just looked at Niklaus. "Marcellus?" Niklaus smiles a bit and explains as he gets up and holds his hand out to him. "It comes from Mars, the god of war, and it means 'Little Warrior'." Little Gerard looks back to me, and I nod encouragingly. He, then, takes Niklaus's hand and proclaimed himself Marcellus.