Davina Pov

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After reading that at least a dozen times (to make sure it was legit), I started to panic Luna had just left to go stop Marcel and Klaus from doing something that could cause even more problems with the witches. I had to find her before the witches killed her.

I ran out of my room and into someone, without being to help it, the five lettered word that popped out of my mouth.

"Sorry!"

"Hey," someone grabbed my arm. I looked at the person that I had run into.

"Listen have you seen Marcel around here? I've been, needing to have a chat with him," said a british female voice.

I looked up to see that she had long wavy blonde hair with blue eyes. This must be Rebekah Mikealson. Sister to Elijah and Klaus Mikealson.

Rebekah looked just like Marcel described her. It was my understanding that she was the girl that he had been hungover on. The reason he hadn't been around to see anyone else.

"Marcel left with your brother Klaus. I have to get to them. There is something that they need to know," I stated, making an effort to get past Rebekah.

"What do you need to tell Marcel? You know, back in the day, we used to be quite the item. Maybe I can help you pass along this information."

I shook my head and looked past her and saw someone who reminded me of Luna. They had the same color of eyes, and their high cheekbones looked similar.

She looked worried, "Wait, does this have something to do with Luna."

I nodded, and Rebekah looked at me, shifting her feet impatiently.

"Don't just stand there! What's the bloody information that has to do with Luna? Me, her best friend, and her sister, Hayley, would like to know."

I took a deep, breath worried at what their reaction would be.

"The Latin word carved into her chest means death."

Rebekah sighed and grabbed Hayley muttering, "oh, bloody hell," and hugged her.

Hayley was already sobbing.

Rebekah tried to quiet her down, but it was useless. Marcel's vampires gathered around with confused looks on there faces.

"I ju-just found my sis-sister, my only fam-fam-family, and now she is going to di-die."

I looked down, tearing up my self. I felt horrible, like the worst person in the world.

"Hayley, listen to me," comforted Rebekah in a soothing voice that I didn't know she had.

"Breathe, calm down. You are a fool if you think that Nik or Elijah are going to stand by and let someone hurt her."

Hayley stopped crying, but she was shaking. "I am just so scared," Rebekah nodded admittedly, "Me too."

Thierry, one of Marcel's vampires, took out his phone and called him.

"No answer," He announced to the crowded room.

I started crying, joining Hayley in worry for Luna, I shouldn't have let her leave, I should have convinced her to stay, and I should have done something anything more.

I gave Hayley a hug trying to comfort her even though I didn't know her. Rebekah joined in on the hug, and I felt like I was the worst person in the world.

...

Elijah Pov

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We arrived at the witches' cemetery sooner than I expected. My phone vibrated and lit up. I pulled it out of suit pocket and saw that the caller ID said, "Rebekah"

I motioned for Luna to wait, and I answered the call.

"Elijah, thank youfor picking up, Hayley and I have been worried s-"

"Everything is fine, dear sister. You needn't worry, nor Hayley. I can't stay long on the phone, just get settled in, and the four of us shall be there shortly."

"Elijah, please don't do anything-"

I hung up on her, ready to get this over with as quickly as possible. I didn't want to leave Hayley at the compound without me there. I'm sure that Rebekah could keep her safe, but I would feel a lot better if I was the one doing the protecting.

I looked at Luna, and she nodded. I put her behind me in-case anything went wrong. That way, if something were to happen, I would be the one to get it first rather than her.

We approached the inside when the smell of blood reached my senses. I looked at Luna, behind me, it didn't seem to bother her if she smelled it at all. Judging by how cruel the witches, were I doubted she would be affected by the smell.

"Oh, Elijah, it's nice of you to show up."

Luna stepped out from behind me and stepped up beside me. Her arms across her chest, making her presence known to Marcel.

"Yeah, I am also here. My name is Luna, by the way."

Marcel smiled and shook her hand. "It is a pleasure to finally, meet you, Luna."

She frowned and opened her mouth, most likely to ask a question when-

"Love, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be resting."

I looked up to see Klaus, he had blood on his mouth, probably some witches. He wiped it off quickly. I could only guess that it was because of Luna's presence. Usually, he didn't care, but that was when he was with just anyone.

Luna Rahmah Labonair was not just anyone.

She smirked, "I couldn't miss all the fun. If you are going to kill everyone in this coven, I would love to be here for it."

Klaus smiled back, and I was about to say something when Sabine appeared and started chanting in Latin. She wasn't going for Klaus, me, or Marcel but For Luna.

As she continued to chant, beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead. I looked to see Luna, breathing like normal, her heartbeat steady. Sabine took a deep breath, and stopped chanting. Another one of the witches Agnes, I think her name was. Came into the room, looking flustered.

"It didn't work, but how is she still breathing. You said that death spell would kill her," remarked Agnes looking at Sabine in nothing less than loathing.

Sabine was now on the ground clutching her chest. This death spell, whatever it was, must have taken a lot out of her.

Luna's expression on her face could have easily blended in with a stone.

"I do-don't know what happened. Maybe sh-she's stronger than we thought."

Agnes didn't seem fazed by Sabine's words. Not at the slightest bit concerned for her coven member.

Sabine was now gasping for air and coughing.

I didn't care that she was Celeste. I found this out weeks ago. I had moved on and didn't want to have anything to do with her. These witches made me sick, how cruel and careless they were. Agnes looked at Luna, who was looking at Sabine with a distant look in her eyes. Almost like, her mind was somewhere else.

"Aren't you going to help your mother? She is the one who raised you after all," said Agnes walking up to Luna. I wasn't alone tensing up, but before any of us could react, Luna did.

Times like this, I didn't realize until now how unpredictable she could be.

Her eyes glowed a bright gold before she pushed Agnes against the wall. Broken glass, and wood, candles were rolling around the room, Agnes blood was everywhere.

"She is not my mother. She did not raise me. She beat me, burned me, stabbed me, starved me, and broke my bones. Why would I do anything to help the people who caused me nothing but pain and kept me here caged like an animal?"

Silence. No one said or did anything for what seemed like an eternity. Under Luna's hate-filled glare, Agnes seemed to almost meld against the cave wall. I just noticed that her eyes had changed. Not to the bright glowing gold but to gray. Now there wasn't any trace of green in her eyes, only steeliness.

Luna walked and stood over Sabine and took a necklace from her neck.

It was an old key.

Sabine was either unconscious or too weak to fight her off.

Luna disappeared, and after a while, she came back with some old books.

Agnes then stood and tried to get over to Luna, and Klaus stood blocking her path to Luna. Amusement glimmered in his eyes.

He wanted her to mess up.

Then he would have the excuse to rip apart.

"Please, you can't take them, they are all we have. Those pages are one of the only ways to make connections that we have to our ancestors, the elders. There are pages of spells that aren't in any of the others."

"It funny Agnes, how things change. You aren't the one who gets to call the shots now."

Marcel and I began to take the books from Luna, offering my help wordlessly.

"Love, is this witch bothering you? Give the word and off goes her head," declared Klaus, not bothering to hide his cheerfulness.

Marcel looked like he was enjoying this as much as I was. I loved nothing more than to take things from people who didn't deserve them and give them to the people that did, and I knew Marcel felt the same way. What a beautiful night it was...

Luna smirked, "I would love to see that, but I have bigger things planned for her. One day her time will come, but I want her to think about it every day. So she can learn to know what it's like to live in fear. Of course, it wouldn't even be a fraction of what I felt, but it's enough to satisfy me."

Klaus smiled wider.

Sabine got up on all fours breathing heavily and shaking.

"Luna, you don't have to do this. I said I was sorry."

"Sorry?"

...

It was quick. One second, the two were talking, and then in the next, Sabine was falling to the ground in an unnatural position. Like a marionette puppet when the strings are, snipped. No heartbeat in her chest. No breath left in her body.

Luna stood fist-shaking, still curled in anger.

Agnes left after Klaus released her.

He seemed to forget or not care about anything besides the girl in the room.

"Are you alright? Love?"

Luna sighed breathily as she uncurled her fists. They were no longer shaking, and her eyes remained downcast.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I feel relieved now that she is gone, she can't, she can't-"

Luna struggled with her words and started to shake again as she held her head in her hands.

"Hurt you anymore. No one can, and even if they try-"

Luna looked up at my brother, her eyes had lost that steely quality. The green had started to come back. Her facial expression was no longer stony and more relaxed.

"You know what I'll do."

...

The way back out of the cemetery was just as quiet as before. Luna and Klaus walked ahead.

Her body leaned against his. The way my brother had his arm around Luna looked like he was, in a way, cradling her.

Sheltering her in his hold.

"She's gonna be okay," Marcel stated, suddenly breaking the silence that had settled over our group.

I shook my head, disagreeing with him, seeing my brother whisper something in her ear, causing her to whisper something back a grateful look on her face.

"No...Better than okay..."