Star P.O.V
From the moment I walked out of that room I had to keep myself strong as I was the one who made this decision I chose that this was for the best and Nik just accepted it. It was the right thing to do. I knew it was for my own sanity and will because if I continued with this life here in New Orleans. The death that Damon spoke of would have happened not, because of my child but because of this war I'm living in. It wasn't the life I wanted for my son so as much as it appeared selfish to walk away, but it would have been just as selfish to stay. Just as I requested from Damon he was in the car waiting for me I took one final look at the compound as I did I saw Nik on the balcony deep in thought I turned away and walked to the car. I got in Damon had that look of concern on this face asking if I was okay, nothing will ever be okay but somehow I had to try and live on. I gave him a small smile and assured him that in time thing would work out. That now he and I need to step out of this supernatural nightmare and attempt to live some kind of normal life. Damon didn't need to be told anything else as he pressed his foot on the accelerator and drove away. As we exited the city the pain in my heart didn't lessen for leaving Nik behind, if anything it made the void in my heart deepen. It felt like nothing could ever fill up that emptiness that was once filled with love and adoration for Niklaus.
Where did Damon and I end up? Mexico City of all places Damon kept driving and I didn't even ask where we were going. He thought it would be a great place to be with the culture the sun and not forgetting passed the US border. Damon had found us a very charming villa in San Miguel Topilejo it was quite town about a half hour drive from the actual city. It was nice not to be in the whole commotion of it all as it was peaceful and tranquil here. When Damon and I would go shopping for grocery or the strange craving I was having a lot of the locals thought he was my husband and congratulated us on my pregnancy. Damon thought it would be amusing to keep the act going as he didn't want anyone to kind of know our history. So he would speak in their native tongue and call me his 'mi corazón' or 'mi bella esposa'. At first felt kind of strange as he spoke the words lovingly as that wasn't our thing. As the days went by and it turned into weeks it felt kind of natural now.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and I was sitting out on the balcony looking out into this town we called home now. My thoughts would always wander back to New Orleans though and how Nik was doing I hadn't heard a thing from him since that night I left I thought he might have attempted some form of contact, but nothing he let me go and respected my wishes. I have had the odd phone call from Rebekah and Elijah asking me how I'm doing and of course where I was. I didn't disclose to them that reason being is that if I'm trying to cut Nik out of my life it meant them too. They all came as a package you couldn't have one without the other. They knew I was safe and that I had Damon with me which strangely enough put their minds at ease.
So I sat there while the warm sun shining and my little miracle was lightly kicking away to say 'hey mommy' When he would do that I couldn't help but smile because even though I have this bump in front of me. I tend to forget he's there at times as since being here I don't get those sharp pains I didn't look sick or drained. If anything I was glowing with life as Damon put it to me once, I reminded him all prophecy are not always true. That maybe it wasn't my precious little boy who was going to bring my death that it was staying in New Orleans.
I looked up to see Damon approach me shirtless once again this was something that he had become accustomed to since being here. Personally I think he's trying to impress our neighbours daughter Alondra she was around about in her early 20's. Very pretty kind of reminded me of Christi at times with the way she smiled or just a certain look she would give. I could see that the death of Christi affected him but in a typical Damon Salvatore manner he chose to hide his feeling. So occasionally making the girl next-door blush kept him entertained.
"You do know they think we are married." I looked up at him and he had his typical signature smirk on his face. Which only meant he was doing all this for fun and games.
"Is my beautiful wife jealous?" He teased as he took my hand and kissed the top of it in a 1800 manner I shook my head as Damon would never change and I wouldn't want him to ever change as this was what I loved about him.
"Just stop the teasing." I glance over to see Alondra watering her mother flowers while her cheeks blushes a bright shade of rouge. "Look at what you're doing to the poor girl she's practically tomato red." Damon had an assuming look upon his face as he took a sit next to me and kiss my cheek.
"I can't help being this sexy Star". He spoke with seriousness in his voice and couldn't help but chuckle "Women find me attractive, it's a curse". He sat back in his site and took a swig of his bourbon "So what on the agenda today mi dulce esposa?" Damon let his Spanish kick in I think he like that word í 'esposa'.
"I guess you forgot didn't you?" I couldn't help but smirk at him while Damon frowned "We have a little celebration to go to." Damon still sat there with dumb struck look "You know you're other adoring fan Yazmin quinceañera." I watched as the smile faded from Damon face and I couldn't hold my laughter in. Yazmin was Alondra younger sister she had reach the age of 15 and it was tradition for a girl to have her own quinceañera.
"We are seriously going to that?" Damon seemed surprised that we were going maybe he needed reminding of the conversation.
"We were invited. Don't you remember when Mrs Fernandez she was all 'El señor y la señora Salvatore vienes a mi hija quinceañera' and you were all 'sí señora será un honor'. You were kissing her ass big time." I burst into laughter as Damon sat there with all amusement leaving his face. "Oh come on Damey." I leaned forward and pinched his cheeks. "Turn that frown upside down." I spoke as I stretch out his cheeks to force him to smile. Damon removed my hands from his face.
"Very cute Star." He spoke with a little annoyance in his voice. "I guess it beats sitting here. I wonder if I can have Mexican take away. Maybe that Alondra I'm sure she—" I stopped him in mid-sentence I knew he was trying to get a raise out of me and it was working.
"Hahah very funny Damon." I got up from my seat. "You better get ready we have to be at the church in two hours." I spoke as I began to walk away trying to hold in my laughter.
"Church? No one told me anything about church... Star..." I walked away going in to the villa. I think if I've learned anything about friendship, it's to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don't walk away, don't be distracted, don't be too busy or tired, don't take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff. That the type of relationship Damon and I had there was nothing that could break us apart we stood side by side through good times and bad. The kind of person you can share that with is the type of person you hold on tightly with both hands.
Klaus P.O.V
To have watched two young women sacrifice their lives and nothing came from it was something I didn't expect, yes I had hope that all this witchery nonsense would have worked for one reason only for my beloved Star. Watching the woman I loved more than anything crying asking for all of this to be stopped, she was pleading to me to save Davina to give her my blood. It was all far too late for that as Davina was gone not even vampire blood could return her. To watch it all happen second times around with another brave witch Christianna Claire. To see Star pleading to her begging her not to do this to stop all this nonsense as she was trying to fight with me I knew that Christi was the final piece to the puzzle that this ritual couldn't be complete without her. So the young brave witch died along with her cousin. Two lifeless bodies laid there while Star rushed over crying pleading and begging them to both awaken. That imagine there watching her crying and being so torn up about all that had happened broken me in so many ways I just stood there frozen on the spot as I didn't know what I could do or say to comfort her. I wanted to say those words that everything will be okay but that wasn't the case as none of those 5 dead girls awoke. From that Star broke out into hysteria that even my own brother and sister couldn't prey her away from those two girls.
Eventually Elijah made Star see sense as he ushered her away and all I saw was a broken Star and that was something I didn't want to see I wanted to comfort her but I felt frighten by it all because I knew I would receive rejection from her. As selfish as it may seem to only think of my own feeling I just couldn't face that all not just yet. When I arrived at the compound I walked into Marcel tarring up the place in a fit of rage because Davina never returned. Of course he blames me for all this and I didn't blame him as I was to blame I tried to talk to him but it wasn't working at first but then Marcel broke down and I held him tightly in my arms. I told him I knew of the pain he felt right now as I felt the same in 1492 when I thought Star had died. Then in 1919 when I had to flee New Orleans because the tyrant Mikael came into down leaving Marcel behind. With all that time thinking he was dead. The two most important people who had touch my heart so deeply I thought were gone so yes I understood there pain right now. Marcel asked to be left alone and I gave him that as with grieving we all deal with the circumstances differently. Some want comfort other chooses to be alone but Marcel knew that I was there for him if he needed that comfort.
Star came to see me I thought for a tiny moment that maybe with this great tragedy that maybe it would bring us closer together. As always I'm wrong as she came to tell me she was leaving. I tried to fight her on this but a lot of things she told me gave me some form of clarity. That I was providing her with pain and suffering that when I knew if I loved her as much as I say I needed to let her go. As that what you do for the one who captures your heart. Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices but still the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure. That didn't matter what I felt or how this was all affecting me as I brought everything upon myself and now I face the consequences of my actions.
I watched as Star drove away with Damon Salvatore as much as it pained me I knew that he would keep her safe. A lot safer than I've kept her since coming to New Orleans that he will do everything in his power to protect her with his last dying breathe. As I just stood there looking out into the dark night sky I was surprised that my little sister came to comfort me. This is something I didn't expect from her but of course she had heard everything. She held me tightly in her arms as she gave me comforting words of encouragement. This wasn't a side of me that Rebekah had seen since we were human it was a side I only showed to one person that was Star. Once I gain my composure Rebekah began to talk about all that power from the ritual how the girls were never returned. So where did it go? That was intriguing question where did it all go to? As we saw that it dispersed from Christi and seeped into the ground.
Well it seems that the witches had another use for the magic that was meant to bring back the four young girls. One of the resurrected from the great beyond was a man called Papa Tunde who was making his mark on the city. One mark in particular was on my sister where he had placed her in a ritual circle where none of us could cross. So between Elijah and myself we were trying to find a way to deal with Papa Tunde I knew he was only out for one person and that would be myself as in 1919 there was a little issue between us. He was trying to speak on behalf of the witches whom I had an agreement with. Of course he wasn't happy with this so I sent him a little gift that was the heads of his two sons as a warning not to cross me. Let just say it didn't go down too well and he attempted to kill me but I got to him first by presses my thumbs into Papa Tunde's eyes and in through his brain, eventually killing him. One of my many enjoyable moments in New Orleans back in 1919 but he was clearly trying to send some kind of message here. He hadn't only hurt Rebekah but he was leaving a trail of vampires using the same ritual. So I knew I needed help from a witch and one who owed me after what happened on that night of the harvest ritual.
I made a visit to Sophie at the restaurant asking her that I needed her assistants of course she refused at first. Then I reminded her that she owed me since I believed her lies about those girls returning. I had to watch two innocent girls die and my wife grieving over there dead bodies. Sophie soon changed her mind maybe it was to do threat I add if she didn't help convince her. I brought to where the vampires were left by Papa Tunde for public display. Sophie examines the abandoned desiccated vampires while I stood there waiting for some kind of explanation.
"It's a complex spell. Old-school stuff, rooted in sacrificial magic. Whoever did this to your guys, my guess is they were an offering to gain more power. More guys they kill, more power they have." I was about to speak when my phone rings I sees its Cami answered it.
"You need to get to Rousseau's now. Some lunatic witch doctor is killing Marcel." Cami spoke with panic in her voice and I instantly knew it was Papa Tunde going after Marcel.
"Get as far away from there as you can." I spoke before I left the scene leaving Sophie with the dead vampires. All that kept going through my mind was the fear of something happening to Marcel. That was something I couldn't allow to happen as I lost Star already I couldn't lose him. I used my vampire-sped to get to Rousseau's. As I entered I see Papa Tunde bending over Marcel and holding a strange knife to his forehead as he begins to carve in the mark. Papa Tunde is about to kill Marcel when I speed vamps into the bar and stops him.
"I remember killing you. I rather relished it. What a joy it is to relive fond memories." I watched as his face began to fill with rage as he didn't like my tone. All people to return it had to be his imbecile was a pain in 1919 now he seems ten times worse.
"You're here. Good. I can crush you before the eyes of your son. Then, I will consume you both. This time, I'm stronger." He held up the bone like knife to my forehead. He was a lot stronger than he was all those years ago Papa Tunde was about to finish me off. When he suddenly becomes weak I was able to stun Papa Tunde long enough to run over to Marcel. He was my main priority right now but as I looked at him he practically looked dead.
"Uhhh, is he dead?" Cami voice was filled with panic but I couldn't be dealing with her right now as it wasn't safe for her to be here.
"Get out of here." I demanded as I didn't know how long that Papa Tunde would be out and I need to figure out how to bring Marcel around.
"Is Marcel dead? Did that guy kill him?" She questioned as I looked down at him. I could see that he wasn't dead that there was a tiny bit of life left in him.
"He didn't finish him off." I looked up to see Cami looking down at Marcel with worry in her eyes but I knew of one way to bring him round "Marcel needs blood to heal. Go. Find me someone off the street." She didn't move as she continued to look down at Marcel. It wasn't like I could run and grab someone because if Papa Tunde came around he would surly finish off the job.
"I'll do it." She spoke with determination in her voice. I knew Marcel wouldn't forgive me if I allowed Cami to play a part in all this as he had grown fond of her. I wasn't going to continue to repeat the same mistake allowing the people who meant most to him get hurt in this war.
"No. Not you. I don't want you involved in this." I stated to her firmly but that the thing about Cami she wasn't one to listen. She was a woman who had determination and she had that look in her eyes right now.
"You don't control me remember?" She rushes over to Marcel and puts his mouth to her neck "It's ok, Marcel. It's ok. It's ok, Marcel." I couldn't stay to watch I knew that as soon as Marcel was to drink her blood that he would be fine.
I made my way to the compound and I knew I had some thinking to do there was an attack on this city right now and I knew I had to think of a way to protect it. All of this had become more complicated and I'm grateful for the first time in weeks that Star wasn't here. As I knew she would have been the first target she had been through enough. As much as it hurt not have her here it was a blessing as I was unaware of her location but knew she was in safe hands of Damon. So I knew no harm would come to her so with that being the least of my worries right now. I needed to focus on matter in hand I needed to make it all clear that this wasn't all fun and games no more. The witches have started a war and now was the time for me as a leader to express what was needed. I summon for all the vampire to come to the compound as there was something that needed to be said. I stood on the balcony in the courtyard looking down upon
"Not long ago, you all united against me. You failed. Since then, in my benevolence, I have wiped the slate clean, yet it seems clear you think that I am the one who needs to earn your respect, your loyalty. You're mistaken. It is you who must prove yourselves to me. Our community is under attack. I require soldiers. I need warriors, not cowards. Each of you has a decision to make. You either fight alongside me or you leave now." That all I wanted. The weak to leave and for the warrior to stand strong I watched as they all looked a little bewildered by my speech but one steps forward. Thierry whom I had let out of the garden as it was wrongful for him to be there in the first place. It was all down to my terrible scheme so for him stepping forward didn't surprise me at all.
"We don't owe you anything. If staying in the Quarter means living under your rule, I'd just as soon get the hell out." I watched as a handful of vampires join Thierry and walk out of the compound. Thierry looks at Diego in hopes that he'll come along, but he gives him a pained look and stays behind.
I went to turn around to see Marcel standing behind me with a smile upon his face I was so grateful that he was alive. He informed me that on his way back he picked up Sophie to shed a little more light on our Papa Tunde situation. It was like Marcel and I were on the same page right now as it seems that the reason for the four girls not to return was down this this. We went into the living room where Sophie sat on the couch guarded by one of my own not looking happy. He left leaving just Sophie, Marcel and myself left in the room.
"I got to admit, I thought you'd lose a lot more guys than that." Marcel spoke as he poured two glasses of scotch. Well in reality so did I. It was a risk but I needed to make it fundamentally clear I didn't need no weak solders in this war that coming to play.
"Well, good riddance to them, I say. We've no room for slackers or cowards in our kingdom. Now that you've regained your composure, let's move on to the next item of business, shall we, with a little help from our dear friend Sophie." Marcel handed me my glass with a slight smirk upon his face then I turned to Sophie who didn't seem best amused being part of all this.
"I got no reason to help you, and I sure as hell don't have a reason to help him." Well it seems that Sophie has forgotten her part in all of this. That none of this would actually have happened if we didn't listen to her and her wise tale about Harvest ritual.
"Now, now, don't be difficult, love. You'll only live as long as you're of use to me, and right now, your best use is to explain why a witch I killed has come back for revenge. Come on. Resurrected witches with vast power?" It all seem a little obvious that she knew something about this as she was so determined to go ahead with this stupid ritual. Which in fact worked but brought back not the right witch from beyond the grave.
"It's the Harvest. To die and be reborn. I don't know how, but someone jacked that power, and they used it to bring back four witches, just not the right ones." Just as I suspected there was someone else who was corrupting this all the question was who?
"So there's still a chance? If we can get that power back, we can save Davina." Marcel spoke with hope in his voice. As much as myself and that little witch didn't get on the idea of her return seem something wonderful. That was the main concern right now there was something a little bigger at work.
"Let's concentrate on the immediate problem, shall we? Papa Tunde wants revenge. He'll continue to attack us, channelling power from the vampires he sacrifices. He kills, he grows more dangerous. So how do I end him? He needs sacrifices to gain power." That was the circle to all this that why he had been killing all my vampires around the French quarters to build up power. Power for what that the question.
"Hmm. You keep him from killing any more nightwalkers, that's a start." Sophie brought something to my attention and it wasn't good sign at all.
"Unless he finds the one place with a load of vampires ready to be sacrificed." We all looked at each other with a look of dawning realization. Marcel and I arrived at the garden only to discover that they are too late. All of the vampires are dead, sacrificed by Papa Tunde. Power isn't control at all power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn't someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength to others that they may have the strength to stand on their own. This is a lesson I need to learn from this day forth as one of my enemies has regain such a power that might just bring the end of my reign.
Star P.O.V
Damon wasn't happy about this little day out to celebrate our neighbour daughter special day but I wasn't giving him any choice in the matter. As much as Damon moaned he got dressed in his typical dark attire and looked as handsome as ever. Whereas I wore a dress that I brought on one of our trips to Mexico City and I finished the look off with a pair of red wedges. We left the villa and began to make our way to the car and the whole time Damon had a stroppy face on. I couldn't help but laugh as the big bad vampire being force to go against his will. So how does all this work? In Mexico the birthday girl is a quinceañera. She is adorned with elegant jewellery and makeup. Traditionally this would be the first time she would wear makeup but this is no longer the case in this day and age. The quinceañera is also expected to wear a formal evening dress; traditionally a long, elegant ball gown chosen by the girl and most often her mother this is according to her colour and style of favour.
In the Mexican tradition when the teenager is Catholic, the quinceañera celebration begins with a thanksgiving mass. She arrives at the celebration accompanied by her parents, godparents and court of honour. The court of honour is a group of her chosen peers consisting of paired-off girls and boys, respectively known as damas (dames) and chambelanes (chamberlains). Typically the court consists of pairs ranging from seven to fourteen of damas and chambelanes. At this religious mass a rosary or sometimes a necklace with a locket or pendant depicting Mexico's patron saint. The Virgin of Guadalupe is presented to the teenager by her godparents; such a necklace having been previously blessed by the church clergy. She is also awarded a tiara the tiara serves as a reminder that to her loved ones, especially her immediate family; the quinceañera will always be a princess. However, some also see it as denoting that she is a "princess" before God and the world. After all this the girl may leave her bouquet of flowers on the altar for the Virgin Mary.
After the thanksgiving mass, guests gather for a reception where the remaining celebratory events meant to honour the quinceañera will take place including the rendering of gifts. This reception may be held at the quinceañera's home, at venues such as dining halls, banquet halls, or casinos, or in some cases, in more public places, similar to a block party. Yazmin was in her family home as they had a huge backyard large enough to with take her whole family and friend. During the reception, the birthday girl usually dances a traditional waltz with her father. To a song chosen by both that speaks about the occasion and their relationship. Then her father passes her over to the "chambelán de honor", which is her chosen escort. Afterwards continues the dance with the rest of her court of honor. Often this section of the celebration is previously practiced or choreographed, often weeks in advance, sometimes even with months of anticipation. As we watched them dance with grace it looked like professional and Yazmin looked absolutely stunning and confident as she twirled. Traditionally Mexican girls could not dance in public until they turned fifteen, except at school dances or at family events. So the waltz with her "chambelanes" is choreographed and elaborate to celebrate what was meant to be the "quinceañera's" first public dance.
The basic reception consists of six major parts with dances taking place while a traditional Mexican meal is served. Some families may choose to add a ceremonial component to the celebration, depending on local customs. Among them is the ceremony of the change of shoes in which a family member presents the quinceañera with her first pair of high heel shoes. When the Crowning ceremony happens a close relative vests her with a crown on her head. Ceremonia de la ultima muñeca literally "ceremony of the last doll" during which her father presents her with a doll. This doll usually is wearing a dress similar to the quinceañera herself. The ceremony of the last doll is based on a Maya tradition and is related to the birthday girl's receipt and renouncement of the doll as she grows into womanhood. Likewise, the ceremony of the change of shoes symbolizes the girl's maturity.
Dinner was commenced the celebration reaches its peak as musical groups begin playing music keeping the guests entertained. The music is played while the guests dine, chat, mingle, and dance. Throughout the whole event all Damon did was moan as he found it boring and needed something warm to drink. Meaning he needed blood so in a very polite way I suggested to him to go back to the villa and have a blood bag. He was irritating me slightly as we were trying to fit in and with his negativity it wasn't helping my mood right now. I'm about 6 months plus pregnant and hormonal and I didn't need a bratty vampire moaning in my ear. So Damon left and I continued to watch the festivities. I enjoyed being a part of all this as the last time I went to one of these events was over 200 years ago. It was a lot more different but we live in 21st century now of course the custom and culture has changed. I looked up to see Mrs Fernandez walking over to me with another lady who appeared to be in her late 30's. The lady was her younger sister Alma who lived in the states actually in Chicago. Mrs Fernandez thought it would be nice for me to be able to speak to someone who understood English and spoke the language too. It was kind of sweet of her to do that even though I understood Spanish I played the dumb card and let Damon speak.
"So what do you do back in Chicago?" I thought to start with the pleasantries act like I'm interested to get to know her. I notice that she kept looking at me a little strangely for a long moment then smiled.
"Well I moved to America to become a designer I work for Bloomingdale's as there men designer selling specialist. Not the area that I wanted to be in but it's still in the fashion industry." She smiled widely and turned over to her niece Yazmin. "See the dress Yazmin wearing it's one of my own creations." Yazmin gown was something that I thought was brought in some unique bouquet of some sort.
"Absolutely stunning." I smiled at her she was giving me the same expression as before and it was really freaking me out. "Are you okay?" That all I could say to her really not like I could say to her why the hell are you looking at me like that.
"I'm sorry it's just that I get this strong vibe from you—" I stopped her in mid-sentence as I didn't understand what she was getting at right now.
"Strong vibe meaning?" I spoke a little abruptly then regretted it soon after as I didn't need to snap at her.
"In my family there has always been a persona dotada." I knew what that meant as in gifted person but how did that relate to me and this vibe she was getting from me.
"A gifted person? So what that gotta do with this vibe you're sensing?" She sat there and sighed and looked a little embarrassed at the same time. I honestly didn't understand where she was going with this conversation right now.
"It's silly and probably inaccurate as it's been years since I read anyone..." I stopped her as this couldn't be happening right now. Not right here and now having some kind of psychic trying to read me.
"I'm sorry you've have totally lost me. Read anyone? You're trying to tell me your some kind of psychic?" I had to play dumb as I escaped to Mexico to get away from anything that was supernaturally related.
"God, I hate being referred to that" I felt a little guilty as they do hate to be referred to that sometimes I was about to apologise but Alma stopped me. "No it's fine but yes I'm gifted with sight of past, present and future. I not met someone in years that radiates so much intensity." As soon as she said that it worried me more as I didn't know how much she had read from me already.
"Meaning?" I questioned still trying to keep my tone pleasant and not show that I'm freaking out as I didn't want my past unravelled.
"Meaning like you're an open book to me right now." Wonderful I'm a freaking open book and I didn't even realise it. "It's Star isn't it? Well that the name you use now but your given name was Ophelia." I felt my jaw drop slightly as not many know of my real name only a handful of people who knew. Was she the real deal? No she couldn't be. Could she? "I don't mean to startle you, or to upset you in anyway. I just felt drawn to you from the moment I saw you that's the reason why I asked my sister to introduce me to you." I couldn't continue with this conversation she had gotten enough out of me and I hadn't even opened my mouth and spoken anything.
"Okay I don't believe in any of this, sorry." I got up from my seat as I did so did Alma she looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.
"You and I both know that a lie. Like the man who lives with you isn't your husband." I looked away from her as this was becoming a little too over whelming. "I'm not here talking to you Star not to out you, but to tell you that you need to go back home. Your actual husband life is endanger there something truly wicked coming for him." As soon as she spoke those words an imagine of Nik filled my mind then a fear ran through my bones. He couldn't be endanger could he? No this was Nik nothing could really truly hurt him he was able to look after himself. Alma trying to freak me out and I refuse to allow her to fill my mind with this nonsense.
"My husband here Alma, and I have no idea of what talking about so if you please..." I tried to go pass her but she blocked my path with a look of determination on her face.
"You carry the son of the original hybrid. You are the daughter of the immortal Silas. You Star have lived many lives in the last thousand years. So playing the innocent card with me won't work as I know the truth." It was like she reeled off my whole life well the vital parts of it all. I looked at her for a long moment as I wanted to ignore all this but there was something in the back of my mind that wouldn't let me.
"So what is the truth then?" I spoke just about a whisper as I was frightened to hear what she might tell me.
"The truth is that if you continue to stay here that you will lose the one man you have ever loved to himself." I felt myself stop breathing for a moment at the thought of losing Nik. I had to remind myself to breathe again but my heart continued to pound against my chest. "So many see him as dark and monstrous, and some may say an abomination" As she spoke of the words that had been spoken to Nik that hurt him deeply I felt a lump in my throat. As even I had called him a monster after I found out what he did to Davina. "You Star don't see none of that even in your times of hatred to him you will always allow the good to overcome the bad." I guess she was right there as much as I wanted to hate him something would always stop me. Even after the death of Christi and Davina I still longed for him. I still wanted to feel the comfort of his arms embracing me to tell me that everything will be okay. "The true evil is conspiring to bring him down in four days, he will face his worst fears which will drive him to do the unthinkable. There only one person who can save him from all this. I guess the question right now is are you willing to save el amor verdadero?" Could I really do that? Could I really return back to New Orleans to say as Alma put save my 'true love'. I didn't know what to think or feel right now as I knew of this evil she spoke were most likely the witches. Could I really sit back and not do anything knowing what I know? All I did know is that I need to speak to Damon about this maybe he can help me get some kind of clarity.
I walked away from Alma as I couldn't take any of this no longer I needed to speak to Damon about all this. He had been missing for a while now knowing him he's probably in the living room sipping on some bourbon. Hoping I would forget that he was meant to come back. I made my way to the house as I entered through the front door I heard "Aya sí papi que se siente bien" being called out. I walked into the living room to see Alondra straddling Damon while they were in the middle of making out and something a little more disturbing. I stood there furious as I told Damon not to go anywhere near her plus the fact he my so acclaimed husband. I cleared my throat and the both of them stopped and Alondra looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me right now!" I yelled as I went further into the room. Alondra climbed off Damon and made herself look more presentable and I notice she had a bite mark on her neck.
"Lo siento señora Salvatore..." Alondra began to say as I stood there utterly speechless looking at her. I think it was the fact she carried this innocent look then to be screwing my fake 'husband' in my own home.
"Cállate" I yelled at her telling her to shut up. Then I looked at Damon "What the hell were you thinking? Oh that's right you weren't thinking with your head. You were thinking with your freaking dick!" I screamed at him as this was the last thing I needed right now after all that Alma had told me. I felt like I was going to explode as I came here to speak to him not to see him messing around with the neighbour virgin daughter.
"Relax Star." Damon spoke as he got up from the couch and done up his zipper to his trousers. "I told you I needed something warm to drink and—" He caress Alondra cheek. "—She was so tempting and willing to make me happy." I looked between the both of them and I could see Alondra blushing as Damon teased her with his affection.
"You're insane! That our neighbour daughter you have just screwed!" I pushed him away from her and he lost his balance and dropped back down the couch. "What the hell is wrong with you Damon?" I turned to see Alondra running out of the room "Damon..." Before could finish my sentence Damon had gotten up and intercepted her making her scream.
"Querido you know I can't just let you walk out of here." Damon spoke a little dangerously to her and knew this was all a freaking game to him right now.
"Por favor, déjame ir." Alondra pleaded through her tears as she was truly frighten as Damon face turned scaring her even more "por favor, déjame ir." She asked once again of Damon to please let her go.
"Damon Salvatore stop with the games and just freaking compel her to forget all of this." I yelled at him while he held this smirk on his face then bit into his wrist.
"Can't let her go back with a vampire bite." He spoke sarcastically as he force Alondra to drink his blood and she tried to scream but it was muffled by his wrist. "You don't want her papi and mami to question that do you Star?" Damon was getting on my last nerve right now I don't know what the hell his problem was right now. If there was a stake around right now I would do some serious damage to him.
"Damon..." I growled at him as my focus was on Alondra who just stood there looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Por favor, ya no quiero decir nada Damon. Podemos estar juntos. Quiero que estemos juntos." Alondra pleaded I couldn't believe what I was hearing from her. She was pleading him that she wouldn't tell no one and how they can be together. Damon had done a right number on her one moment of passion now she sees a future. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as Damon looked at her with amusement.
"You're a dick Salvatore what the hell did you do to her!" I spat at him as he was really pissing me off now with his stupid behaviour.
"You know you love me." He winked at me before grabbing hold of Alondra by the shoulders. "I have to say for your first time you were pretty good" I yelled in anger as he was really pushing it with me now, "Usted se olvidará de usted vino aquí conmigo. También el sexo increíble que tuvimos." Damon told her to forget that she came here and to forget the 'amazing sex' they had. He just had to add that part so typical of him. "Usted va a decirle a sus padres que tenía un dolor de cabeza que necesita para descansar." He told her that she had a headache and to tell her parents that why she been missing. She looked at him blankly for a moment "Adiós Alondra fue bueno mientras duró." With that Alondra walked out of the house he looked at me as I shook my head and barged passed him. "Oh come on Star aren't you taking this wife role a little too seriously," He called out as I went up the stairs I stopped halfway up them and looked at him.
"I came here to talk to you, but you know what I can't stand to even look at you right now!" I turned away and went up the stairs when I got to the top Damon was in front of me "Get the hell away from me Damon I'm warning you." I tried to get pass him but he wouldn't let me by.
"You're not upset about what you walked in on. There something else that upset you." He grabbed both of my arms stopping me from hitting him "Star what's happened?" He spoke with concern in his voice as the sarcastic Damon left the building when Alondra did.
"Like you even care. Like you cared for Christi but you screw the next girl in line." I tried to get out of his grip but he tighten it which was hurting me "Damon you're hurting me. Get off me." I looked up to see that there was a look of hurt in his eyes maybe what I said about Christi got to him but I only spoke the truth. He let go of me and I walked past him making my way to my room.
"You're wrong you know." Damon spoke calmly which made me stop opening my door "I cared about her more than you'll ever know Star. She chose to leave me to sacrifice herself for her cousin and look what happened. No one came back from the dead it was all for nothing." I turned to face him all I could see was hurt and sorrow fill his face. "So yeah acting like a dick. Messing with the girl from next door helps with the real pain I'm feeling." I looked at him as he began to approach me "It help me deal with the fact the girl I was falling in love with is gone" I couldn't stay mad at him after hearing that but it didn't mean what he did wasn't acceptable.
"The neighbour daughter though Damon." I spoke as I went into room and began to look for my case.
"I know it's not something I'm proud of believe me. I guess there was something about her that reminded me of Christi." I chose not to reply as I placed my case in the bed and headed to my closet. "Star I know you're pissed. I screwed up I get that but you're not in the right condition to be moving." I grabbed armful of clothes and went back to the bed throwing them into the case.
"I need to leave." I couldn't even look at him as I knew Damon would yell at me if he knew my reasons. "I need to know that Nik okay." I grabbed my makeup bag and put in the case I was about to go back to my closet when Damon catches my arm.
"Why would you think he isn't? Star come on his indestructible nothing can kill him apart..."I wanted to tell Damon what Alma had told me but he didn't believe in all that. He will tell me I allowed her to get in my head that she's playing on my emotions which maybe the case. Alma knew too much about me to do that and if what she told me about this evil plotting against Nik that I have to save him from himself. If I didn't go because I thought it was all bogus but then to find out it's the truth I wouldn't be able to ever forgive myself. Not if anything happened to him like if her was harmed in anyway and I could of stopped it.
"Damon I'm going okay. I need to see his okay with my own eyes." I needed to make it clear to him that either way I was going and that Damon wasn't going to stop me. After what I learnt I had this gut wrenching feeling in my stomach and I can't ignore it.
"You walked away from him as it was the best thing. You gone weeks not talking about him or wanting to see him." That was all true I didn't speak of Nik but it didn't mean he wasn't in my mind. Nik was on my mind night and day but now knowing this I can't be here when knowing his life is endanger. "Star just tell me why you looking frighten to death about Klaus?" Damon held my shoulder firmly as he looked into my eyes trying to figure out why I was freaking out so much. I moved away from him and began to zip up my case.
"Can you just please drop it. You can stay here if you like and keep screwing Alondra and compelling her to forget. Or you can come with me and not question my reason. I'm going to New Orleans Damon. I need go." Damon held that look of indifference as I knew he wanted to blow but knew right now wasn't the time for that. I just want him to not question my actions to just come with me see that Nik is not harmed by this evil.
"Fine. As you're so eager to get there we fly. Once you seen that Klausey fine. We are coming straight back." I felt relief as Damon agreed to come as I really needed his support. "Okay because I'm not letting you get mixed up in all that again Star. I'm not going to lose you over some stupid war with vampires and witches. Promise me Star that's what going to happen" He was asking something from me that I didn't know if I could keep. What if we go there and something has happened to Nik I wouldn't be able to leave him not if he's been hurt. Then again since being here I've lived a normal life I've enjoyed my pregnancy. I looked up to see Damon standing there waiting for a reply.
"Promise." I watched as a huge smile appears on Damon's face as he approached me and kissed me on my forehead.
"I'm going to pack and I'll get us both of the next flight out of here." He caresses my cheek before walking away. The problem with promises is that once you've made one, it's bound to be broken. It's like an unspoken cosmic rule.
Klaus P.O.V
It turns out that someone had dealt with Papa Tunde as I received a phone call from Diego this morning saying they found him. When I went to investigate there he was dead a door nail in the same calling as he had left all my dead vampires. This was obviously the working of the witches bring him back to regain some form of power as he killed many vampires. For him to be sacrificed in such a way meant only one thing. That the witches wanted a war against us and it didn't end there with that warning. I received a phone call from Cami informing me that the witch Bastianna had place a hex on her uncle known as father Kieran. This isn't the first time that a witch had done this to a member of this family as a few months back they did the same to Cami twin brother. I tried to help as much as I could with coming up with some kind of conclusion to help the father. I thought that my blood might be able to help him but that was a lost cause.
This man was religious he tried to do what was best for the humans in this town he didn't need to be sentenced to death. All because he spoke to all the fractions then to see what this was doing to Cami I finally lost it. They talk about us vampires being sick and twisted how we have no compassion. What about them? They think there is an exception to the rules? They were just as bad as us vampires this all had to end once and for all. So I knew exactly how to pay those witches back for what they had done. As in Papa Tunde death one harvest girl had returned from the dead conveniently Monique Deveraux. So I left St Ann church and went to restaurant and grabbed hold of the little witch. I was going to show those witches once and for all not to defy me ever again. I walked through the streets with Monique Deveraux in tow.
"Witches of the French Quarter!" I yelled in the empty streets as I dragged Monique "I have with me Monique Deveraux. What a shame it would be where I forced to send her back to the death she's just escaped! Should you wish to prevent this, bring me the witch Bastianna!" I yelled looking around then to come face to face with Marcel who held a stunned expression upon his face.
"The hell you think you're doing?" Marcel demanded then looked at the not so frighten Monique then back to me. What the bloody hell did he think I was doing?
"I'm opening negotiations." I tried to keep my temper under control as Marcel didn't need to reel my waft right now. I had enough of these witches from the moment I step foot in this town they have tried to control everything. This wasn't only about recent events but also what they did to Star and the pain and suffering that caused her. This was my time for vengeance I intend to make it very bloody.
"You know my rules. We do not hurt kids." He really was getting on my last nerve right now as I didn't care for his foolish rules. I don't abide by those and he no longer runs this town alone so if want to kill some child I will.
"Spare me the hypocrisy of your moral code. It didn't stop you from killing Monique's mother." I turned away from him "Bastianna! I know you're close. The stench of witches hangs in the air. Mark my words! I will end this girl with the very blade you meant for me." I yelled out into the streets once again as I knew she was lurking somewhere in the darkness. Marcel grabbed me so I was facing him which didn't please me.
"I'm not saying it again. We do not kill kids." I held the blade near Monique's throat. Marcel vampire speeds up to me and we started to fight. Within the fight I lost the blade which infuriated me as Marcel was stopping me from doing what I needed to do. I broke Marcel's neck not something I wanted to do but he gave me no choice as he was stopping me for what I needed to do.
"I decide who lives and dies here, Marcellus." I spoke as I looked down at him. Then I see Sophie Deveraux appears with the blade in her hand. She sticks it into my chest, where it immediately starts to slide towards my heart. I started screaming in pain as it etched it way toward my heart if felt like a fate worse than death as it pierced into my heart. Making me feel excruciating pain that was that strong that I felt my eyes roll back then fading into darkness.
Star P.O.V
As soon as Damon and I were packed we called a cab and went to the airport. Damon had compelled us both a flight back to New Orleans first class. Typical of Damon not only are we able to catch the next flight back but he had to make sure it was in comfort. The flight wasn't too bad but I kept having twitches ever so often from the baby but nothing to worry about. Of course Damon was freaking out telling me I shouldn't be flying as it might not be good for the baby to be at this high up. Damon had become BFF with goggle over the weeks doing research about pregnancy and what to expect. I freaked him out once by telling him that I wanted him to be there during the birth. Damon pale but he literally went white as a sheet as I told him that. So from that moment onwards he did his homework to know the signs of labour. Which I thought was adorable because it showed me that he cared not saying he never showed that before. I guess he knew when the time came when my son would come into this world it would be hard. Not the giving birth part but the whole Nik might not be there and Damon knew that kind of hurt me. So knowing that I was going to have there made me feel a lot better than I won't be going through all this alone. That through thick and thin I'll always have my Damon even if he can be a total tool at times. Like have sex with the neighbour daughter to overcome his mourning for a girl who he never forget.
We arrived at the airport and Damon was being all protective once again making sure I wasn't carrying anything and watching my step. I didn't even bother arguing with him anymore as it was pointless. We caught a cab into the city as we got closer I felt like a knot in my stomach like I was going to walking on something terrible. Maybe it's because of what Alma told me I feel like this and I'm just freaking out. Then occasionally my little guy would give me a gentle kick it didn't feel like a 'Hey mommy' kind of kick more like 'Mommy everything going to be fine'. We arrived at the French Quarters and Damon paid the driver and got our bags out. He held both of them in one hand and with the other he wrapped around my waist for comfort as we entered the compound. I walked in on Marcel giving some kind of speech about searching for Nik. I felt my heart stop as he spoke of Nik being missing then all eyes went to me from the vampires.
"What are you guys looking at?" He spoke as he turned around to come face to face with Damon and I. "Star..." Marcel looked speechless as maybe I was the last person that he thought would turn up.
"W-what happen t-to Nik..." I could hardly speak as I felt dizzy and light headed I felt my eyes role back and I blacked out. I could feel someone tapping my face I felt really confused as I opened my eyes as everything was a blur.
"Star?" I could hear Damon voice filled with concern "I knew bringing here hear was a bad idea. Why don't I ever listen to that voice in my head?" I heard him speak with frustration and my vision began to clear and I could see him pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Because you wouldn't let me come here alone." I teased as tried to sit up but Damon pushed me back down letting my head go back into the pillow of the couch.
"Star you haven't just come off some carnival ride. You fainted you need to rest." Damon spoke in his typical sarcastic way and I rolled my eyes as I felt fine. My focus went to Marcel who was walking over with a glass of water in his hand.
"Hey Star, you scared us for a while there." He spoke as he handed me the glass and I sat up to drinking it. I tried to remember why I passed out then it all came to me that they were looking for Nik once again I felt like a sense of panic overwhelm me.
"You said Nik missing…" I tried to stand up but Damon gave me a murderous looked "Damon I'm fine I want to know what happened to my husband. Just please tone down the overprotectiveness please." Damon backed away and let me stand and I looked directly at a very worrisome Marcel "Can you tell me what going on." He nodded. Marcel explained everything that had been going on the weeks I had been gone and stood there utterly in shock. The last time he had seen Nik was when he was threatening to kill Monique who Sophie niece who returned after Papa Tunde died. All of this was happening because of Sabine sorry correction Celeste who was Elijah Ex-Lover. I looked up to see Elijah enter the room with just as worrisome look upon his face.
"Anything?" He asked looking directly at Marcel then he see Damon then his eyes went to me "Star." He vamp-sped over and hug me "It's refreshing to see you." He pulled away and looked at me for a moment "You know about Niklaus and Rebekah?" Hold on Rebekah was missing too?
"Rebekah?" I looked at Marcel who turned away then I looked back at Elijah "This is all because of your crazy ex?" Elijah expression changed slightly as he backed away from me.
"I need a pen and paper." He demanded looking over at Marcel then walking away. Damon and I looked at each other as we both felt we were missing something here.
"Hey, am I taking orders from you now, or are we in this together?" Marcel called out as he followed him and Damon indicated for us to see what was going on. As we walked in Elijah was removing his jacket.
"Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now!" Elijah raised his voice which wasn't something that he did often actually he hardly raised his voice.
"Elijah I think we are all on the same page here buddy." Damon spoke up which took me by surprise "Yelling at the guy who trying to help isn't going to help." Elijah glared at Damon which worried me as he looked if he was going to explode in any moment. While Marcel stood there surprised by Damon defending him had I brought a different Damon back from Mexico?
"Elijah I want her back just as much as you do, you know... The both of them." Marcel spoke calmly then he turns to fetch the pen and paper from the desk drawer as Elijah removes his shirt.
"Star." He called out my name but I just stood there speechless at tattoo that covered his upper body with random name.
"What is happening to you? Why are you—" I began to say but he stopped me in mid-sentence.
"I need you to make a list of these names." He asked me calmly and I approached him and began to look at these tattoos of names and one name that stood out was Sabine.
"Sabine? Elijah, what is this?" I didn't understand what was going on and what any of this had to do with Nik and Rebekah being missing. All I wanted to know where they were but if Elijah and Marcel didn't have a clue.
"I believe they represent the names of the women Celeste inhabited for the past two centuries." I knew who Celeste was his ex-lover. I looked at the dozens and dozens of names that were written all over his upper torso. I didn't understand any of this what did these names have to do with finding Nik and Rebekah. I notice that Marcel hands the paper and pen to me.
"It's called a Devinette. It's old school. Kind of a riddle. Witches use them to teach their kids. Solve it and it disappears." Damon spoke from behind me I turned to him as I surprise he knew about this. He walked over and looked at the names "Wow she didn't mess around." He spoke in his typical humour.
"Why? What's the point?" That what I didn't understand what lesson was she trying to teach Elijah here because none of this made sense.
"Celeste forced me to make a choice between Hayley and my siblings, and now she means to mock that choice, taunting me with a childish game." I stood there lost for words as how was Elijah meant to save three people. These witches get even sicker in the head with age. "The longer the game, the more they suffer. To find Klaus and Rebekah, we need to solve this riddle. The solution lies somewhere in these names." My heart ached as I thought of what kind of torture that Nik might be going through. Then everything that Alma had told me flooded into my mind how she told me of some evil that plan to destroy Nik. How was he going to destroy himself? That the part that I didn't understand but I knew that somehow I was the one who had to stop that. Maybe it's this right now solving what all these names mean.
"The name next to Sabine... Annie La Fleur, she's the witch that was shunned from her coven just over a year ago. Never knew why, but I can find out." Marcel spoke with determination in his voice. It seems that was some kind of lead. I wish I could have saved Nik from this tortures fate. And this is what it always comes back to. Salvation. Him saving me. Me saving him. Impossibilities, because there is no such thing, and it's not what we ever needed from each other anyway.
Klaus P.O.V
All I remember was one moment I was putting Marcel down then the next Sophia Deveraux had impaled me with the blade of Papa Tunde. I tried to take it out of my chest but it seeped into my heart leaving me in excruciating pain. Even in my deep slumber of darkness all I felt was pain and torture possibly of the worse kind. As this blade that was resided within me held the darkest of dark magic and it brought back all the torments of my past. My childhood where Mikael would beat me and treat me different from my other siblings and I never understood why. How time and time again I tried to prove that I was a worthy son but I would never win his approval. To the moment I found out about my mother betrayal when I found out my father wasn't Mikael. How she suppressed my werewolf side when we turned and I killed her with my bare hands.
That was the moment where I Niklaus Mikaelson truly did turn into something that never wanted to be. Memories of my past all the wrongs I had done were haunting me in this state. The one that repeated over and over was the night I found my Star dead in our bedroom chamber. That was the one memory that haunted me for 500 years holding her in my arms pleading her to come back to me. That hurt that pain I felt in that moment was far greater than any pain that had been inflicted on me in my life time. That my one and only true love taken from me never to return. Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with my tears knowing the woman I had dreamed of would never come back to me.
I began to awaken from this torturous nightmare and all I saw was bright light of the day shinning upon me. I looked around the room and it was some kind of abandon room that may not been used for years. I tried to free myself from these straps but I was far too weak. The blade still impaled within my chest as I continue to try and free myself a woman with red hair enter the room. I yelled at her to free me but in doing that it just caused me further pain. She holds a blade in her hand and cut into my bare chest I yelled in pain as she pushes her hand through the wound. I felt her grab hold of the blade that was in me and pulled it out placing it on a tray. I felt relief but there was still a numb pain that rippled through my body. She still didn't speak as she moved this contraption I was laying on that I was in a sitting position. I was still weakened I could feel myself sweating and in a poor state.
"My wound isn't healing." I spoke as I glared at her as I should have been healing by now but nothing the wound was still fresh not sealing up.
"The amount of dark magic contained in that blade? It's gonna take a little while." As she spoke I knew that she was a witch. One of the witches that had replaced the four harvest girls back to seek some kind of revenge just as Papa Tunde attempted. This one took the blade out of me stopped my suffering and I wanted to know why she was showing a form of remorse.
"You're one of them aren't you? The witches back from the dead; seeking vengeance. Why show me kindness?" She looked at me with her eyes filled with sorrow then she gently strokes my cheek in a loving manner. Which took me by surprise for a moment but I knew these witches all had corrupt minds and liked to play games.
"You never did anything to me. And the truth is, seeing you like this; I can't help but pity you." So she held a sense of compassion toward me that he felt a sense of guilt of the way the witches have treated me. I could use this to my advantage.
"Then betray the others and stand with me. I will reward you in ways you cannot possibly fathom." If this witch was to free me I shall reward for with a pardon. I would protect her from her own because she had shown some form of kindness and compassion to me.
"Klaus Mikaelson, offering a deal to little ol' me? I should be flattered." She spoke in a teasing manner as she held her hand over her heart. But her expression soon changed "But first we need to have a talk about your sister." I felt anger over come me as she spoke of my sister name as she walked away from me. If she came here to seek vengeance of Rebekah I will strike her down weaken state or not. No one hurt or touched my sister.
"Rebekah is of no concern to you. If you mean to harm her—" I growled out as my voice raised because of the anger that began to overwhelm me knowing that this witch want to cause Rebekah harm.
"Ah, the protective brother. A shame that loyalty isn't reciprocated. But then, I'm no stranger to Rebekah's treachery. Something you and I have in common. Here." She holds out the bowl for me to drink I could smell it was blood "Drink. I'm just trying to help you. Heal you. Get you to see the truth that's been right in front of you for almost a century." I began to drink and before I could swallow I tasted werewolf venom I was about to spit it up. Then the witch puts her hand over my mouth, tipping my head back and forcing me to swallow it. I had to choke it down much to my protest. "Your sister had an unfortunate run-in with some wolves last night. I imagine you're tasting the venom in her blood. It's the only way I can show you what you need to see. In her weakened state, I'll be able to guide her down memory lane. That's how I'm going to have my revenge. By showing you her betrayal." She says putting her hand on my forehead linking their minds. Suddenly I was in a corridor I see Rebekah at the other end. She looked in pain as she looks up she see me standing at the other end staring at her.
"Niklaus!" She spoke a little stunned as she saw me as I stood there looking directly back at her. Then suddenly she disappeared before my very eyes and everything changed around me.
Flashback, 1919
I watched as Rebekah walks into the Crematorium with a smile on her face to greet Marcel; the two embrace and begin to make out. He pushed her up against the wall and puts his hand on her leg. She laughs and pulls away. I felt enraged as I was watching all this. I wasn't a fool I knew that they would do certain things behind my back. What I was witnessing right now was something I didn't need to see as it wasn't a big secret.
"Marcel have some respect." I heard my sister tease him while Marcel stood there caressing her face. I wanted to intervene but of course I knew I couldn't as this was some kind of memory that this witch wanted me to see. A pathetic attempt to show me one of many sneaking behind my back moments that they had done.
"Yeah, I don't think they mind." He looks around briefly, indicating the bodies in the morgue they're in, all lost to Influenza." Did you ask Genevieve about doing the spell?" My ears perked up slightly when I heard of this spell Marcel spoke of.
"I will when the time is right." Rebekah spoke a little nervously and turned away from him.
"Rebekah, you've been hanging around that witch for weeks waiting for the time to be right. She wasn't supposed to become your sidekick. One little spell and we can finally be together for real. What are you waiting for?" He spoke to her lovingly as he turned her to face him but I could see my sister wasn't overly thrill with whatever this spell in tale.
"She's a sweet girl, is all. If you must know, I feel badly for using her." Rebekah feeling guilty for using someone? Very unlike her and I wonder who was this girl she had grown an attachment to.
"Then we'll find another witch; one you don't have to fake a friendship with. Unless you've changed your mind?" Marcel spoke with concern in his voice while Rebekah face looked at him with determination.
"I want to wake up with you in our home, in the bed that we share. I want to walk down the street with you by my side so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours. I don't want to be afraid of what my brother will do to me for loving you. If this is the only way to get it, then no, my mind hasn't changed." They kiss again as they did the redhead that had me trapped here walks into the room.
"O-oh!" They break apart to look at her as she stands there holding bloody sheets." I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm so sorry" She hurries out and Rebekah follows after her.
"Genevieve!" Rebekah called out trying to chase her.
Present Day
"So this is you're great betrayal? Rebekah and Marcel have been sneaking around behind my back for the better half of two centuries." I spoke as I was pulled out of Rebekah's mind to face this Genevieve. I was amused and bored as none of this was new to me and it was pathetic.
"Yes, against all your warnings you've disciplined them for it before had you now? Harshly from what I understand." Well I had my reason for that as I saw it morally wrong that they fell for one another. Marcel was like a son to me I nurtured him brought him up turning him into a fine man. Rebekah and her lustful ways had to try and destroy that.
"Well, I had my reasons." I spoke to her smugly as her attempt to try and show me or this thinking I would turn on my sister and Marcel.
"Oh, you don't have to convince me as far as I'm concerned you only needed one. That it suited you. Have you ever read the Old Testament, Nik? You see God wasn't powerful because he was right, he was right because he was powerful." She was talking complete nonsense now as whatever game she was playing she was failing miserably. When I'm free I'm going to relish in murdering her for keeping me here against my will.
"I don't know what you're playing at but if the sum total of your plan was to turn me against my sister was this revelation, this will have been a wholly ineffective endeavour." This Genevieve really had no idea about the trials and tribulations I had been through with my family. This pathetic walk down memory lane didn't let me discover anything I didn't know already.
"You poor thing. After a thousand years, dishonesty from your family has come to be expected. I wish that was the sum total of their treachery. Unfortunately, it's not." She spoke with compassion in her voice which I didn't like as it seems that the whole story not been told. Many people in a rather reckless context claim to 'just tell it like it is'. In actuality, nobody really stresses what one says so much as the motive behind what one says; hence, he is merely blowing hot air and detracting from 'what is'. That exactly what Genevieve was doing what deep dark secret has my sister and Marcel kept from me all these years? I guess I'll find out soon enough.
