Davina Pov

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I opened my eyes rolling over to find someone was in the room, in my bed with me.

I sat up alarmed but then relaxed it was just Luna.

We had stayed up talking most of the night. I was helping her find out who hexed Cami's uncle and brother. She didn't ask for help, of course, she never did I just offered.

We didn't come up with anything, and I could see that Luna was working overtime, and not making little or any progress was starting to affect her.

She was literally swaying side to side as we talked. I noticed that her skin was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes that wouldn't go away.

Halfway through our conversation, she collapsed onto the bed.

I rushed to her shaking her but to no avail.

I checked her pulse to find that she still had one, a strong one at that. I relaxed, she was just sleeping. I didn't want to wake her she was just so peaceful. She deserved all the sleep she could get anyway with all the nightmares she had been having recently.

I didn't mean to, I just overheard her and Cami talking.

Soon after lightly grazing through the grimoire, I fell asleep using the old and thick book as a pillow. Thinking of Cami's uncle, and who could have possibly cursed him...

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I sat up, wide awake.

Looking over, I saw that Luna was still in a deep sleep, and she hadn't moved or changed her position at all.

I gathered up the grimoires and all the pages of notes that we took last night.

I stood up to put them on my desk, but I stopped. Something was very wrong, I could feel it.

I clutched my stomach. There was this horrible pain. Like the feeling of needing to throw up but couldn't amplified ten times more. I fell to the ground, feeling little relief because I wasn't standing.

I saw Luna get up and walk over to me worried.

"Davina, what's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but it wasn't words that came out, it was dirt.

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Luna Pov

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"Is everything alright? What happened?" asked Marcel with a worried glance at Davina.

Everyone was here now, even Cami. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself after what I had just witnessed. I had seen a lot of horrible things in my life, and seeing Davina throw up dirt was one of the most disturbing.

"I woke up because I heard a thud, and when I walked over to Davina, she opened her mouth to talk, and she threw up dirt."

Kol had his hands in his hair.

"Dirt?" Marcel asked, and I nodded, gesturing to the pile of dirt in the middle of the room.

"Do you have any idea what's wrong with her?" Asked Kol in a frantic voice, kneeled down next to Davina. She had begun throwing up again.

I closed my eyes and winced, "I might have a hunch."

Klaus came to me with his hands on my shoulders.

"What is it?"

I looked at him and then everyone else in the room. "You are not going to like it."

Marcel raised his eyebrows and folded his arms over his chest, Klaus stepped in front of me. I put my hand on Klaus' shoulder. "It's okay he's just worried like all of us."

I sighed, looking at everyone.

"There were four harvest girls chosen as you know. When the harvest is complete, all the power, is sent to the earth and ancestors. Since it wasn't complete, where did the witches' power go? Inside Davina, that's why she's acting like this, she has too much power. Her body isn't equipped to handle it. If she threw up dirt that is a bad sign. Since the dirt, is one of the fourth elements. The others air, water, and fire will follow, and once that power is released, it will destroy the city."

Davina looked up and wiped the dirt from her mouth and stood up shakily with Kol supporting most of her weight.

"So, I have to die?"

Marcel put his head in his hands, and Rebekah placed a hand in his shoulder. I walked over to Davina and hugged her. Not being able to say the three worded answer to anyone, especially Davina.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Asked Kol.

I pulled away from Davina and looked her in the eyes.

She started crying, and I did too.

Someone else was going to die, and it was my fault again for not being able to see it or stop it before it happened.

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Elijah had called up Sophy to meet us at the ceremony. No one else could do it. No one else could finish the ritual.

She was happy, the only one that was. She was getting what she wanted, after all.

I spent the whole day with Davina. We talked, and laughed, but we mostly cried.

Kol would come in cheering her up, but I could see that it was affecting him too.

When we reached the cemetery, it was pouring rain. Lightning flashed across the sky. It lit up where we stood.

I hugged Davina and cried even though I had thought I had no tears left in my body.

"Don't worry about me, Luna, I'll be fine.

Besides, I'll come back anyway."

I still cried, I turned to see Sophy smiling evilly. I walked over to her and slammed her up against a concrete tomb.

"If this doesn't work I will make you suffer in more ways than one. I won't let you die, not immediately, I was thinking of burning you alive."

Sophy was no longer smiling. Marcel pulled me away with the help of Elijah. I guess I was stronger than I thought.

I stood beside Hayley and Rebekah. I held Hayley's hand while Sophy said some things about the harvest. Asking if Davina believed in it.

Kol reached down and grabbed my other hand.

Sophy raised the knife and stuck it in the fire. She raised it and put it against Davina's throat.

Davina closed her eyes, and Kol squeezed my hand tighter, capturing my attention away from Davina and Sophy.

I looked at him and said, "Everything's going to be okay." Kol nodded, but he still looked uneasy.

"I know I don't know what I would do if things weren't going to be okay."

I smiled weakly to try and comfort him.

Sophy smiled before sliting Davina's delicate throat, causing blood to flow out of the open wound.

I flinched and started crying again. I had seen many throats slit before, but never a friend's.

Davina's lifeless body fell backward when Marcel caught her, I noticed that he looked grim.

It was hard watching it happen, even worse knowing that she was dead, and Sophy was getting what she wanted after it being, taken away from her.

Marcel laid Davina next to the other three harvest girls.

"Resurrect your chosen ones."

The rain stopped, as did the fire.

"Resurrect your chosen ones," Sophy repeated this time a little louder.

The wind blew, causing me to shiver at its coldness.

"Resurrect your chosen ones," Sophy repeated loudly, looking up at the sky. I grew impatient at the sight of this. Feeling uneasy at the same time.

Davina and the others were supposed to be awake by now. The harvest was complete. Now it was up to the ancestors to live up to the part of the deal.

"Resurrect your chosen ones."

Nothing, but silence everyone seemed to be holding in their breath. Not even the wind blew.

"Please."

I closed my eyes, realizing that something was wrong and the worst had happened.

I wiped my eyes free from the tears that had begun to sprung up and let Hayley's and Kol's hands go.

I walked over to Sophy, ignoring her.

I bent down over Davina. I touched her arm, I gasped feeling a shock in my arm, I was in a dark place. That was dimly lit, by candles. I saw Davina and a group of hooded figures. I tried to call out to her, and she turned her head and looked at me.

"Help me," she said, barely speaking above a whisper.

She had blood dripping down her eyes, nose, and ears.

The ancestors raised their hands, and Davina screamed.

I screamed too feeling, the pain, her pain.

I sobbed and looked at Sophy. I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into one of the family tombs.

"Just stop, Luna, she's not even worth it."

Kol was crying now, and I wrapped my arms around him. Trying to comfort him more than myself.

I looked at Marcel. "She's gone."

Marcel sped off, and I looked at Klaus, who was automatically by my side with worried eyes.

"Go, he needs you now more than ever."

Klaus put his hand on my face and then gave Kol a quick hug before leaving to find Marcel.

I turned back to Kol and hugged him again. He was sobbing into my shoulder, and I was sobbing into his chest.

The world I lived in was cruel.

An un-fair, an unjust world.

Davina didn't deserve to die, not like that. Much less be tortured by the ancestors.

But the harvest was complete, and that meant that New Orleans wasn't destroyed, and burned to the ground.

My friend died to save the city, and she was paying for it.