Alexandra Claire. The older sister of Davina Claire. She tried to stop the harvest but couldn't, instead she put her trust into Marcel. He saved Davina and kept her safe. Alexandra helped keep her hidden and tried to help her control the power she h...
Alexandra sat on her balcony staring out into the streets of New Orleans, watching the sun rise among the horizon. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her from her doorway, yet Alexandra didn't turn around or acknowledge him. She could also feel his longing and pain, just like he could feel her own pain and anger towards him.
Elijah opened his mouth wanting to say anything to cheer her up but he couldn't bring himself too. Instead he turned and left like he was never there, leaving Alexandra to swallow thickly and push down the tears that threatened to spill. She didn't understand why he had to push her away, even after she told him she loved him. They were soulmates, yet even that wasn't enough to hold them together.
Alexandra was hellbent on not showing him any kind of emotion. She wasn't gonna let him see her as some weak, lovesick fool. Alexandra stood up and walked out of her room and noticed Hayley still looking at the portrait of Celeste. Alexandra had begun to loath the women, even though she was dead.
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Elijah walked down the stairs, into the courtyard and noticed Papa Tunde's body laying dead smack in the middle of the room. He crouched down and glanced over the body as Marcel and Niklaus enter and stand beside him.
"Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps? Maybe even a brain for what you did to Alex last night?" Niklaus asked with a smirk. Elijah rolled his eyes and looked up at his younger brother with a glare.
"Obviously your brother doesn't have a brain otherwise he wouldn't have done what he did." Marcel spat back, glaring harshly at the eldest original. Alexandra was like a little sister to him and seeing her so upset made him want to stake Elijah a couple of times. Elijah moved his glare over to Marcel who just sent him a harsher look.
"You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah asked ignoring both their comments about Alexandra. He felt bad, of course he did, especially because she told him she loved him and all he wanted to do was say it back but he knew he couldn't.
"Back in the day, when the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep." Alexandra's voice cut through the air gaining all three of the men's attention. She walked down the stairs and avoided Elijah's stare as she stood next to Marcel. He wrapped his arm around the witches shoulder and Alexandra could feel the jealousy and possessiveness radiating down the soulmate bond from Elijah, making her roll her eyes.
"It's a rather large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" Marcel commented making Alexandra chuckle. She sent him a thankful smile, she defiantly needed a mood lifter. Elijah frowned wanting to be the one who made her laugh like he did.
"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Niklaus asked confused. Alexandra frowned and thought the same thing. All their heads turned as Rebekah walked into the compound, a killer expression placed upon her face.
