Luna Pov

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"What?" I asked, not bothering to turn around, knowing he was staring at me. I could feel it. This had been going on for hours.

"What is taking so long?" He hissed in my ear, his hands on either side of me.

I sighed and put more things into the bowl for the spell, ignoring him. His hands gripped my shoulders tighter, and he spun me around, startling me in the process. Davina yelled something at Mikeal and struggled to get free of the tree she was chained to.

"Look, little witch, I do not have the patience or the time for your ignorance-" I growled and pushed Mikeal of me, with all my strength.

He only went a few inches away from me, that could be a major problem.

"My ignorance," I said, pointing at myself. I huffed, "Oh, please, I know exactly, what I am doing. This spell is not going to be a five-minute thing. It takes time. Besides, I don't have everything I need."

"What don't you have!" Yelled Mikeal, getting in my face. I stood straight, trying not to show that I was slightly intimidated. I had to pretend, for not only myself but for Davina to.

"Look, you can be civilized to me, or I walk."

Mikeal laughed, and I glared at him, despite Davina's warnings and protest.

His eyes darkened, and his fangs came out.

"I'd like to see you try, you would be dead before you made it to your friend," he said smiling slightly...

What I wanted to do was cower and curl up into a ball and cry, praying Rebekah or Damon would notice that I was gone. So that they could callhim, and that he would find me somehow sohecould save me from his awful father. So he could get Davina out too. What I really said was.

"Go ahead and do it. Davina and I might die by your hand, but we will be avenged."

Mikeal's smile fell off his face, and something flickered in his eyes. He stepped away from me and stuck his hands behind his back, and resumed his usual stiff posture. It was silent for a moment, all I could hear was Davina's breathing and my own.

"What do you need?" asked Mikeal, looking at the ground. I was surprised to still be alive. Then again, Mikeal did need me.

"For starters, I need Ester's ashes or whatever is left of her. I need an object she admired."

Mikeal looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Why, you didn't need those things to bring back your friend over there." I sighed, folding my arms.

"First of all, her name is Davina. And second of all, Davina's body was still solid. Ester's, for all I know, isn't. As for the admired object, it's to keep her connected to something, something to ground her, so I'm not just bringing someone else back. Now, are you done questioning my methods, or are we going to do this all day? I mean you, were the one complaining about me taking up so much time. And yet you are standing here threatening and questioning me."

Mikeal's frown seemed to somehow, increase, which I didn't think was possible.

"Fine."

He huffed, walking further away from me, now standing between me and Davina.

"If either one of you is missing by the time I get back. I will set you free and let you feel at peace for a few years. And then I will hunt you to the ends of this earth. As I did my children. You will not be able to hide from me, I will find you."

He left shortly, after he said that looking at me to Davina. The leaves rustled as he took off, towards New Orleans or wherever he was going.

I sighed and leaned against the tree happy that he was gone. Even if it was just for a couple of hours. I walked away from the bowl that was sitting on an old tree stump. I went to Davina, who looked just as relieved as me.

"Hey, are you hungry?" I asked, and she nodded. I made her a sandwich from my things. I had to feed her the sandwich from my hands since her own were trapped, beneath the chain. I sighed, setting aside some things for Davina. She would need them when she left.

"Hey, what are you doing?" piped up, Davina. I turned and saw that her face held the expression of curiosity.

"Just getting you ready to go," I replied, simply being honest. I turned around, looking at Davina to see her reaction.

"Luna, go where? Besides, you heard what he said-" I held my hand up, stopping her."Davina, I don't know what's going to happen okay. I need to make sure that one of us makes it out alive."

Davina opened her mouth to say something, but I folded my arms and shot her a glare. I saw her shrink slightly back. I hated trying to intimidate her, but if it was the only way...then it was just the only way...

"Okay, Luna, how are you going to get me out of this chain. It's a dark object, you can't use any magic or a spell," said Davina, and I smiled, she thought that would stop me.

"Davina, you forget," I said walking to her. I wrapped my hands around the thick heavy chain and pulled. It took a few seconds, but the chain links started to stretch, and then finally break.

"That I am not only a witch, but I am also a werewolf," I said, helping her down.

"Hybrid, right. I keep forgetting that..."

She thanked me and brushed her clothes free of the rusty dust left by the chain. I handed her a bottle of water which she drunk down, now she was hydrated. "Davina, I need you to listen to me," I said grabbing her shoulders to try and emphasize my point.

"You need to run away from here as fast as you can. When you find a small town, I need you to go to store and buy a flip phone, they'll be harder to trace..." I said, handing her the money that has been in my bag. "And I want you to either call...Klaus, Elijah, or Kol."

I winced, handing her a piece of paper. I had gotten it from my bag, with all of their numbers on it. Davina nodded, sticking the cash and the folded piece of paper in the back of her jeans pocket. "What if I don't make it?"

"You will. If not, at least we tried."

"What about you?" asked Davina.

"Don't worry about me Davina, worry about yourself." Davina shook her head.

"What if something goes wrong and you for what do I tell them, they'll hate me." I frowned, "Davina, there is a big possibility that something could go very wrong, and there is a possibility that I could die, it is not likely, but it is still a possibility. And they will not hate you. If they ask, tell them I told you to run and save yourself."

Davina shook her head. Tears ran down her face as she shook her head again. "I can't do it." I smiled sadly, "Yes, you can, and you will. You are going to have to try your best. You are going to have to run away from here like your life depends on it, because it does."

Davina closed her eyes and hugged me. I returned it and wiped my eyes. Crying, didn't exactly factor, into my refined plan. I gently pushed her away.

"If you die, what do I tell Klaus," Davina said, and I flinched at the name. Hearing it said out loud only made me hope that I would make it out of this alive so I could see him again.

That hope diminished as soon as it appeared. I didn't get what I wanted. That meant I wasn't going to get to seehimagain...

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "I mean your last words to him," Davina explained, using the end of her shirt to wipe away her newly shed tears. I thought for a moment, trying to ignore the tightness of my throat. Plus, the pain that was currently blossoming in my chest.

"That I miss him, and that I'm sorry. Tell him that if I would have loved a little bit longer with him, just one more minute. That I love him. If I die, I want him to kill my killer and no one else. Tell him that he is going to be a great dad and that despite all the doubts he has and all of the things people say about him, he is not evil. He is capable of caring, capable of love. I want you to tell Hayley that she is the greatest sister in the world and that she will be an amazing mother. I want you to tell Elijah that he is a good man, and he would be perfect for my sister. Because she needs someone like him to love her, and he deserves to be happy. Tell Kol that he has been the over-protective brother that I've always dreamed about and wished I could have. I want you to thank him for letting me experience that feeling. Tell Marcel that anything is possible and that he's been a great friend, I was lucky to have him in my life. Tell Josh that he has to love. Take chances, fall even if it hurts. If it does, then get back up and do it again, he's also been s good friend. Tell Jackson that he's a great pack leader and should remain that way alongside Hayley, but not as lovers. I want you to tell him that Hayley is in love with Elijah, and to not make things awkward. Tell Jake that he is also a good friend and that he'll find someone just as great as he is. Tell Stefan that even though we've had a rough start that he's a good person and that he should remain that way, it isn't his fault what happened, and I don't blame him for it. Tell Damon he is the father figure I've always wanted. So supporting, kind, funny, sarcastic... Tell Rebekah that she is a sister to me. Tell her that I appreciated all those long hours of girl talk because I needed it even though I didn't want to admit it. And tell her that love is never too late, and to take a chance. Tell Cami that she has been the mother I wish I could have. Kind, supportive, honest, caring, protective, yet understanding."

I took a deep breath wiping the tears from my face. Davina was still crying, but she looked up when I had stopped talking. "And you are the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. You're there for me, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that."

I hugged her this time, and Davina returned it crying into my shoulder. I pushed her away again, wiping my eyes, but being able to see.

"Luna, you are the friend I would hope to have. Someone like me, except braver, smarter, and a lot prettier." I smiled sadly, and said a quiet thank you.

I watched as Davina walked away from Mikeal's makeshift camp and turned one last time, giving me one last sad glance before breaking out into a run, in the opposite direction Mikeal had gone.

I sighed, looking at the bowl and then the grimoires, not wanting to look at either of them.

They could be the cause of my death, at least I had saved Davina.

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Rebekah Pov

...

I yawned, turning over in my bed. I smiled slightly the warm sun hitting my face. I heard a noise, that sounded suspiciously like a bird chirping. I opened my eyes and screamed, rolling off the bed.

I know what people would think, me Rebekah Mikealson being scared of a bird. But this wasn't just any bird it was a starling.

Mother used to be fond of them, so looking at them made my skin crawl. It cocked its head sideways at me, and I grabbed a book from my dresser and threw it at the bloody bird.

I then proceeded to close the window, although I never opened it in the first place.

I couldn't help but think that the bird from this morning, was connected with the bird in Luna's mirror.

Before a theory could pop into my head, my name was shouted from downstairs. It was very manly and husky, so it couldn't be Cami it only could be one other person.

"Damon," I whispered to myself. By the tone of his voice, I could tell that something was wrong.

I sped down the stairs and saw him.

He was standing in the dining room, hunched over like he was looking at something. Cami was standing close by as always. She was holding a very fussy Hope.

"What's wrong?" I asked them, taking my niece from Cami's arms. She was wet, I smiled, so that was the problem. I put her on the couch and changed her diaper, changing her out of her pajamas and into a cute outfit that Damon had gotten her the other day.

I walked back into the room and noticed that Damon had his head in his hands his whole upper half on the table. Cami was holding a bottle so I have Hope back to Cami, who seemed to be much less fussy now that she was dry.

"Where's Luna?" I asked, a cold feeling suddenly washed over me as I asked that question. "Not here," came the muffled voice from Damon. "What do you mean, not here?" I asked, running my hands through my hair only to find it up in a ponytail. "Show her the note," said Cami who was biting the inside of her cheek. Something she would do if she was worried.

"What note?" I asked, not liking where this was going. Damon sighed and handed me a piece of paper that has clearly been torn out of a notebook. I smoothed out the paper and began to read it.

Hey Rebekah, Damon, and Cami don't worry about me and don't get mad. I need to get out and run free in my wolf form. I just need to feel like have control over something right now. I'll be back soon, I love you guys, kiss Hope for me,

Luna

I frowned and looked at Damon and Cami. "So what's the big deal she's just in her wolf form, I mean we can expect her to be gone for a few hours." Damon appeared behind my shoulder. "No, that's not all." He held out a thin strip of fabric. I scrunched up my nose and frowned at him, "Damon, what do you expect me to do with that?" He sighed frustrated, "Smell it, and tell me if it doesn't smell familiar to you."

I did as he asked, and I felt my eyes go wide. "No, it can't be," I said, looking hopefully at Damon maybe this was a joke.

His piercing gaze told me that this was no joke. "I found this in her room. I think you should go in it and see if you smell what I smelled."

I frowned and sped back up the stairs, but this time into Luna's room. I breathed in the smell of her room. It smelled like her, but something else was there, the same thing that was on that piece of fabric, the essence of my father. I noticed that the smell became more empowering when I got closer to the window. Before leaving the room I took one last look. Her room was spotless and very neat, as usual. I frowned and squinted my eyes. The drawers on her dresser were all pushed in. Except for one, but it was barely open. A human would miss it, but a vampire wouldn't.

I walked to her dresser and opened the drawer. There were clothes mostly socks, but I dug deeper, there had to be something in here. There was a reason why that drawer was opened so slightly, so it would be almost unnoticeable.

I frowned to myself, finding yet another piece of paper. Except this one was smoother, and it looked like it was taken from the sketchbook that Klaus had given her. I opened up to find a drawing of a bird, but most of it was scribbled out. I frowned this was very suspicious. I decided to take this downstairs and show it to Damon and Cami.

"Did you smell him?" Asked Damon, and I nodded noticing that he had Hip now. And I suspected that it was to calm him down and force him not to do anything rash. "What that in your hand?" asked Cami, he was standing up drinking what looked like a cup of coffee.

"Something I found in her room, It looked suspicious so, I brought it here to see if you noticed anything strange."

If anything was hidden or wrong Cami would see it. Since she was the one with all the degrees on the thought process, mental health, etc...

"Well, Cami here has been analyzing this letter even though I see nothing weird about it," said Damon, who now had Hope, in a high chair, and was feeding her some cereal. I smiled when Hope waved at me, I waved back. Cami suddenly got up from her chair and walked into the middle of the room.

"Did you find anything Cami?" I asked curiously.

"In the first note, her handwriting is sloppier than her usual writing. Almost as if she was nervous or on edge. This one seems to maybe be hiding a code or message of some kind."

The sun was shining brightly, so some sunlight had made it to the floor tiles of the kitchen which we were now in. Cami held the drawing of the bird up to the sun. I looked at Damon questioningly and he just shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes were on Cami, and he was watching her and the drawing in her hands intently.

The bird didn't seem to be doing anything in the sunlight, but then it happened. The bird blinked, and Cami dropped the paper and screamed and ran to go hide behind Damon. Hope made some noises at the bird. The paper bird floated up to Hope's high chair on her tray. Damon sat up and had his arm reached to snatch it, but I pushed his arm away and told him to wait while I was watching Hope and the paper bird. Hope gurgled, and the paper bird cooed like a dove. Hope touched it suddenly, and the paper went still, and the bird vanished.

I frowned, picking it up. Noticing that it now has words on it. Hope started to whine so, Cami gave her, her sippy cup. I sighed and began reading the note.

"If you are reading this It means that Hope touched it, and it also means that I'm gone. I know who has Davina, Mikeal. I don't have very much time, but you need to go home to the compound as soon as possible. We must stick together because I have a feeling that we are going to lose some members of our family and friends.

Mikeal just asked me to do something that Klaus will never forgive.

I have no choice. He has threatened all of you, and I have to do this to save all of you. I don't care about me, in fact, I'll be lucky if I ever get to see any of you again.

Mikeal wants me to bring Ester back, if I don't do this he will kill everyone I know and love which happens to be all of you. I don't try to be a martyr, I just try to save the ones I love. To say that you wouldn't go to the ends of the earth for a loved one means that you don't genuinely truly love them.

I don't have much time, I'm sorry for these past months, and for all the pain I've caused.

Please forgive me,

Luna,"

I felt the paper slide from my hands, and I fell back into a wall. I closed my eyes and wished myself to wake up, that this was just a dream. "Rebekah," Damon asked now in front of me wearing a worried expression on his face. I put my head in my hands. I failed her.

"Rebekah?" Damon asked again. I stood up and took my hair down, putting it back up this time in a bun in the back of my head.

"We have to leave right now," I said, looking at Damon and Cami.

Damon frowned "Wait, we should call Klaus or Elijah first before we leave."

I frowned at him, putting my hands on my hips. I opened my mouth to say something, but Damon beat me to it.

"They need to know Rebekah, they wouldn't be happy that we didn't tell them right away anyway. I could only hear Klaus now..."

"Damon's right Rebekah, like Luna said. To face Mikeal and possibly Ester, we are going to have to stay together," Cami said, although I could hear the sadness in her voice. I sighed, looking down at my phone on the table. This was one call I would hate to make.

"Who should we call?"

"Elijah is most likely going to be the calmest, and Klaus is probably massacring the whole city by now."

I rolled my eyes, dialing his number. I put my phone to my ear, while it rang, I told Damon and Cami to go and pack some clothes and anything else we would need to go to New Orleans.

When Elijah finally picked up, Cami and Damon were downstairs again with their bags packed. Cami had an extra bag, for Hope, who had fallen asleep in her high chair.

"Bloody, hell Elijah what have you been doing all this time, I've been blowing you up?"

I noticed that his breathing was rather fast and heavy almost like he was panting. I closed my eyes and snapped, "Never mind, I don't want to know. Listen, Luna, is gone and with Mikeal. He threatened to kill us, and Davina if she doesn't bring Ester back."

"What?" Asked Elijah and I sighed. "Look, it's really hard to explain right now, and we just need to get there in New Orleans as soon as possible. Please tell Hayley, Nik, and Kol what I just told you. They need to know. I'll see you at the compound, soon." I added before hanging up. I sped up the stairs grabbing a bag, and I threw random clothes inside of it not caring what they looked like at this moment.

All I cared about was finding Luna and Davina together in one piece.

I sped downstairs to find the house empty. I locked it up taking the key with me. I relaxed Damon, and Cami were already in the car.

Damon in the driver's seat, Cami in the back with an asleep Hope. I got into the passenger seat and set the bag in my lap. Damon drove to the airport in no time. Soon we were boarding a plane. We would get a car from Damon's house since we were passing through Mystic Falls anyway.

We would then drive to the French Quarter, in New Orleans, home.

...

Luna Pov

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I tensed, looking up at the moon. I had a fire going, but there wasn't nearly as much light as I would have liked there to be the unfinished spell sat in a bowl on a stump not too far from where I was sitting. I had been expecting Mikeal to return a few hours earlier, and that made me worry.

What if he had caught up with Davina. I shook my head. I was just thinking negatively, I had to stay not positive, but calm.

The last thing I needed to have was a panic and anxiety attack.

I jumped, hearing an acorn fall to the ground behind me. I was expecting Mikeal to come out of the woods absolutely furious that I had met Davina go. He might just snap my neck and be done with me.

So I decided that the only way I was going to have a chance of defending myself was my other side. I just closed my eyes and let the pain come wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

I woke up to hear the sound of shouting. I was no longer in my wolf form, oh no...

I ran off and changed quickly.

I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater with my boots. I put my hair into a ponytail and walked back to the make-shift campsite. Mikeal was standing with an urn in his hands in front of what looked like a claw foot tub. When he saw me the sides of his mouth turned down in a frown.

"Took you long enough, where is the girl, your witch friend, Davina."

I thought for a moment, I couldn't necessarily say that I had let her go, so I lied.

"Ummm...I don't know, I unchained her because she had to go to the bathroom, and I haven't seen or heard from her since." I strode past him to go and get a drink of water, my throat was dry as sandpaper.

"How did you break the chain. No witch could have done it," he said, and I could tell that there was some curiousness in his voice it was. Though it was covered up, by other things.

"You forget Mikeal, that I am not just a witch but also a werewolf, and that makes me a hybrid." He scoffed, "No wonder, you are so defiant." I tilted my head to the side confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head. "I mean, they are hard-headed, stubborn, ignorant, just like Niklaus."

"First of all, you threatened not only me but the people I love to bribe me into doing this spell. Of course, I'm going to be hardheaded and stubborn because I don't want to do it, but as you put it, I don't have a choice. Second of all, Klaus maybe all of those things, but he is not ignorant, and neither am I."

I could see I had upset him his chest was going up and down at such a rapid rate, I thought he was hyperventilating.

Mikeal growled, and before I could react his hands were wrapped around my throat in a vice tight grip.

I struggled to breathe and tried kicking him when he lifted me off the ground. He then proceeded to slam me up against a tree. "I thought I told you that if one of you left, you would both die."

"If you kill me now, Ester will stay dead."

"I'll just find another witch."

"Good luck with that, I'm the only one who can do it. If I wasn't, you would have gotten someone else to do it, you need me," I croaked putting my hands on his, trying to relinquish his grip.

Mikeal glared at me for another second, and then he released me. I winced my palms hitting the ground. He then muttered something about werewolves. I sank all the way to the ground. Trying to remember how to breathe again. My head was killing me. When I stood back up, I almost fell, but I held onto a tree for a little while to try and balance myself.

I glanced at Mikeal who was now sitting on a log watching me. I sighed getting to the claw foot bathtub. I felt sick to my stomach. Something wasn't right.

I just knew it, I could feel it. A drop of rain hit the tub and then another. I looked up at the sky. The sun was not shining, and the clouds were a dark gray color. I looked at Mikeal, and noticed that he was still watching me.

"We need to get out of here. This can't be done in the rain, it won't work."

Mikeal stood up and looked up at the sky, the frown on his face seemed to be more evident than ever.

"Get in the tub," said Mikeal sudden behind me.

"Excuse me?"

"Get in the tub," he repeated lowly.

"No," I said, and I folded my arms trying to look more intimidating.

Mikeal smiled, and before I could even think of what to do next I suddenly found myself in the tub.

I glared at him which only seemed to make his smile wider he handed me the urn.

"What about the-" I started to ask about the bowel because that was needed for the spell to.

"You can remake it, we are going to Virginia, Mystic Falls."

I put my head in my hands still a little dizzy.

"But that's hundreds of miles away, how are we going to get there?"

I asked, genuinely curious. Mikeal said nothing and bent down picking up the tub with me inside. Even though I didn't want to admit it I was a little impressed. But it also scared me how strong he was. I put my head down getting queasy, from how fast we were going.

...

Mikeal set the tub down, and I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down, hard. I winced, not only was my back going to be bruised but my butt too.

"Wait here," he said, and then he was gone.

I shivered cold, it was night now. Even though I couldn't see the moon or stars, the darkness was a direct giveaway. The only thing keeping me company was Ester's urn, and all that did was creep me out.

I wished that I wasn't alone, that someone anyone was here with me even if it was Mikeal. I didn't know where I was, I remember going past some trees, but they weren't that remember-able. Besides, I couldn't see my hands in front of my face, a little sense of direction would do little to help my case.

I tensed, hearing footsteps, but they were too heavy to be Mikeal's. And Mikeal was never that loud. I winced someone shining a flashlight in my face.

I could make out a uniform, most likely the police judging by the darker blue color and the badge.

"What are you doing out here miss, it's not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out here at night, by yourself."

Before I could say anything, I felt a sudden breeze, I sunk back into the tub, Mikeal must be back, oh great. "Yes, but she is not alone," purred a voice, and I cringed never hearing him use that tone of voice before.

Before the cop could say anything else, he was cut off abruptly.

I heard a snap, I could only assume that Mikeal had snapped his neck. "Why didn't you just compel him. He could have a family."

Mikeal laughed coldly.

"Hmm...let me think, I don't care, and where's the fun in that?"

He smiled at me, and he led me, the tub, and Ester's urn out of the darkness of the woods. He had a truck pulled over to the side of the road. He put the tub in the back, and then me in the front seat.