Davina Pov
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I put the charcoal pencil down. I had heard knocking on my door. I smiled, already knowing who it was.
It was Marcel.
Josh was on a mission, and Marcel's vampires never came into my room. There was no other possibility.
"Come in," I sang as I stood by the door, waiting to hug him. I haven't been seeing him as often a so would like to. Ever since Klaus and his family had come to town, Marcel had been a bit edgy ever since.
Of course, he never took it out on me. Marcel wasn't like that. Everything was fine, but I just wished I could go out more. Meet people. Have a couple of friends my age, maybe even meet a guy or two.
I did understand his protectiveness, because of the witches trying to kill me. To complete that sadistic coming of age ritual called The Harvest.
Marcel came in, and the smile that I had on my face dropped to the floor. There was a girl in his arms. She looked to be my age, maybe a year or two older. She had the prettiest skin I had ever seen, prettier than Marcel's. It was a warm and rich carmel color. She had long curly dark brown hair, and she was covered in blood and what looked like lashes. For a second, I wondered if she was dead.
"Is she dead? What happened to her?" I asked worriedly. The girl looked like she had been through a lot, been through hell. I found myself relating to her even before we officially met.
Marcel laid the girl down carefully on the couch in the corner of my room. As if she were made, of glass, fragile.
"No, she is very much alive. It was the witches who did this. They wanted to send a message. I am hoping you can translate it. And please take care of her, Davina. I was close with her parents." I nodded, excited to have the chance to talk to another girl who was my age, not bitchy, and, most importantly, not evil.
Marcel hugged me and left, saying that he had some business to take care of, but he would be back shortly.
The girl flinched, a pitiful moan left her lips. She looked like she was in so much pain. It wasn't right for the witches to treat someone like this. And I had thought that they had been cruel to me. Looking at this girl that Marcel brought me, I suddenly realized I hadn't known the half of it. Compared to her, I had been treated like an angel. Being dead looked better than this.
I walked to the corner of my room, straight to the bookcase that held my precious grimoires.
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3 hours later
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Luna Pov
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I gasped and sat up, noticing that I was, covered in some bandages that went to my head to my feet. The lashes weren't mostly, healed up but they still burned.
I started pulling them off but stopped when a voice said, "No, no, don't touch those, they will help heal you faster."
I turned to a girl about my age but younger. She had on a nightgown with a robe. Her eyes were somewhere between blue, green, and gray. I shrunk down and tried to fix most of them, but it was pointless.
"I'm sorry," the girl looked at me with kind eyes.
"It's okay. I just want you to get better." I nodded while she fixed my bandages.
"So how long have you been a witch?" I asked curiously.
The girl had a shocked look on her face, "How do you know that I'm a witch?"
I smiled, "Well, for one thing, I can smell the healing herbs you've been using. They don't just carry those in the city. Only witches would have access to such a collection of herbs. For another, the witches used to talk about you. And I can see that you have some grimoires in that bookcase. You are Davina, right?"
She smiled and nodded.
Then she looked down as if embarrassed.
"I'm not as powerful as everyone says I am."
I nodded, understanding what she meant to a certain extent. I was a powerful witch. Not because anyone told me but because I could do difficult spells and potions that Agnes only wished she could.
"Who brought me here?"
Davina smiled, "Marcel." I nodded, trying to re-group my thoughts.
A lot was going on. I had so much to catch up too.
"Where did Marcel say he was going?"
Davina sighed and finished re-taping the bandages. "Marcel said he was going to answer a message, and I am guessing Klaus is with him."
I nodded and stood up and started taking the bandages off, already have made up my mind on what I was going to do. Davina didn't try and stop me this time.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Davina asked in a depressed tone. I nodded and got up, all of a sudden feeling bad for her. I wish I didn't have to leave, but something was telling me that something was about to happen, that it wasn't going to be good either.
"Wow, how did you heal so fast?"
I smiled and hugged her. She smelled like healing herbs, and she had this pleasant flowery scent that clung too her.
"Maybe that's a story for another time."
Davina nodded and began to pick things up.
"I promise that I will see you later. Oh, and by the way, my name is Luna."
Davina smiled now, looking like she was in a better mood. I left her room and closed the door quietly, now faced with an unfamiliar hallway. I quickly navigated my way to the stairs, happy to not have passed anyone. The last thing I wanted was to run into any trouble.
I practically ran down the stairs even though it hurt. Every step I took felt like the lashes were about to just, open right up again, and start bleeding.
"Hey, Marcel said you couldn't leave," said a tall man with some kind of musical instrument in his hand. I continued to walk forward, but he got in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. I looked around to see others gather around they must be vampires. Oh, great. I heard a car outside. It sounded like Elijah's. The three original siblings all had different vehicles. I was able to tell the difference between all of them just by hearing the engine. According to Hayley, that wasn't exactly normal.
Then again, I wasn't exactly normal either.
I ran straight into Elijah. On accident, of course. "I am so sorry about that."
Before Elijah could reply, I put my finger on his lips to keep him from speaking, "Klaus and Marcel went to the witches. They are going to do something reckless unless we stop them. I don't know about you, but I would like to get them back in one piece."
Elijah nodded and quickly said something to Hayley and Rebekah. He handed Rebekah all the luggage he had been carrying and turned to me.
I nodded, knowing what he was going to ask before he did. He picked me up bridal style and sped off away from the compound. Our destination was the witches' cemetery.
The one I had walked away from a little over a month ago. The one I had been freed from.
I never thought I would be going back so soon that I would be going back at all...
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Davina Pov
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After Luna, left I started trying to decipher the message that had been carved onto her chest. I wrote it on a piece of paper so I wouldn't forget it.
It looked like an intricate phrase and being new to this form of latin I decided a little help wouldn't hurt.
A few minutes of looking through grimoires, I found it. I covered my mouth with my hand, a shock running through my body, the carving in her chest had said "death..."
