Alexandria Laughlin Marshall (TO)

'Til the Day I Die (pt 2)

After telling Davina my plan she's silent for a moment before she replying hesitantly, "Right now, we're trying my plan." She pauses, and I can sense in her slightly creased brows, she doesn't think that this plan she is talking about will work. My is feeling is almost confirmed as she adds, "But if it doesn't work..." Davina seems reluctant to admit it but eventually, half mumbles "Your's can be our backup." I know she worried to agree to my plan as no one else would probably agree to it.

"Just call if you need me," I say holding up a slip of paper with my number on it. Davina just nods her head taking the paper from my hand, before I watch her exit the graveyard.

Before I even reach the Compound, I feel my phone vibrating inside my pocket. The instant I answer the phone, I hear Davina's voice on the other side of the line, "It didn't work."

I take a deep breath before nodding my head, "Ok. Just remember you can't tell anyone, not—"

Davina cuts me off, "Klaus, Rebekah, Freya, I know, I—"

This time I cut her off, "Not even Kol."

I hear her hesitate before she replies, "I know. I'm working on finding the right objects you'll need, are you sure you can figure out the spell?"

"I already have," I say, feeling the paper in my pocket full of ancients words.

"Ok," Davina replies, letting out another deep breath, "We're going to have to start right after the wedding because I don't know how much time Hope has left."

"I know," I say, "I'll see you at the wedding."

"See you at the wedding," Davina replies before I end the call. Knowing what's going to happen tonight and the possible danger, I slow my walk back. I look around the city of New Orleans that became the first-ever place I could remember calling home. 

I focus on the sound of horse-drawn carriages riding over the old grey cobblestone roads of the French Quarter. The smell of world famous beignets wafts from a nearby open restaurant window onto the sidewalk I take back. I let the feeling of the thick warm air consume me with the sun lighting my skin. At this moment I am content. Even though I've felt these feelings every day for the past several years, I'm finally acknowledging their true beauty for the first time. For the last five minutes of my walk, I let myself forget about everything for what feels like the first time in my life. I let myself be. 

I take one last deep breath before walking into the Compound and letting my normal thoughts come crashing back into my mind, ready for the plan to start rolling into action. I quickly make my way up to my room, knowing I have limited time to get ready for the wedding and everything that would follow it.

Just about an hour and a half later, I'm walking through the most beautiful venue I've ever seen. All I can imagine is Klaus tiring to get this place and the people he probably had to threaten. I make my way into the barn, knowing that's where Freya is waiting. I see her practically shaking with nerves as I compliment her, "You look absolutely stunning. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help pick out your dress."

Freya smiles before replying sarcastically, "I heard you were helping a friend, so I'll let it go." As she knows I was taking care of Hope most of the morning.

I chuckle at her response before pulling her into a hug. Still in each other embrace, I whisper in her ear, "I heard about how this wedding almost didn't happen and... I just wanted to let you know, you've already proved you're different from your parents. You always put Hope and I first, and we aren't even your kids, so I can't even imagine how protective you'll be," I finish with a laugh, causing Freya to break a smile. "I'm already praying for them, cause they won't be able to get away with anything," I joke, causing Freya to laugh. Once I pull away, I see tears threaten to spill from her eyes. "Don't cry, I won't be able to help you if it ruins your make-up." Freya starts laughing, as she tries to suppress her tears.

I hear someone clear their throat, causing me to turn and see Rebekah Mikaelson. "I'll let you two chat," I say with a smile as Freya nods her head.

I make my way out to the aisle where the ceremony will be held. I take it all in, the flower petal aisle, vine covered alter, the mini orchestra, and the soft string music in the background. I share a smile with Hope, before joining Davina and Marcel on the side of the ceremony.

The strings start to pick up, and I spot Freya start her walk down the aisle with both Klaus and Elijah on either arm. The ceremony goes beautifully, and there are thankfully no deaths. By the end I'm almost in tears, pushing them back with all my strength. Once Kol announces them as married, I can't help the stray tear slip down my face. I can't put into words how happy I am that Freya and Keelin are finally going to be happy.

Soon after the ceremony ends, we move to just enjoying one another's company. Before sipping on any champagne, I decide to make my way over to Rebekah. As I walk up besides her, I say, "I am truly sorry for the way we met."

She replies in the way I least expect, she smiles, "You were just trying to make Hope happy, I can't say I would ever be against that."

I let out a small chuckle, "If it makes up for it in the slightest, you were always my favorite Mikaelson to read about for history class."

Rebekah lets out a small amused laugh, "And why's that?"

"Because you never gave up," I reply. This answering catching her off guard, so I explain, "You always spoke your mind, always eventually getting your point across, and even after a 1000 years of heartbreak you still found the strength to love another. That's something not many can do." I glance to my right, so see Rebekah staring at Marcel. "It's not too late," I whisper to her, obviously talking about the engagement.

"How did you know?" Rebekah asks, turning to look at me.

"Werewolf hearing, I know it may not be as good as vampire's, but I can steal hear a conversation held in the same house as me," I reply with a smile. I then say, looking back out to the people dancing, "He'll wait for you, and usually when they wait, they're keepers." I then quickly add, "But I'm also a teenager, so take it with a grain of salt."

This causes Rebekah to laugh before replying with a smile, "I'll keep that in mind, Alex."

After that, I end up drinking several glasses of champagne, and find myself dancing with Keelin and Hope. Suddenly out of nowhere, Hope almost falls over if it wasn't for Keelin and I catching her. I instantly sober up, as everyone else practically jumps out of their skin at Hope's actions. Hope quickly brushes everyone off, saying she's just had too much to drink. Davina and I make eye contact, knowing we have even less time than we initially thought.