Always And Forever | The Originals

33: Home

This wasn't as peaceful as the floating to my dimension. This was a chaotic journey to the other side. People who haven't found peace were screaming in pain from the loss of their loved ones. You know when you lose someone you never think the person who died would be in any pain, you just assume they'd find peace quickly and they'd be okay but this is showing me otherwise. My thoughts drifted to Damon, what if he was in pain here, what if he didn't find peace? What if Stefan was right and he wanted me to move on to be happy and then he'd find peace. 

Painful screams and cries for random names filled my head and flashes of crimson red and dark blues and blacks clouded my vision as I moved through trying to find my dad. I told him I was coming, I just hope he got the memo. It's not like I could just text him and announce my arrival that way. It took a lot to even get a message through. I just hoped it worked because if not this could be all for nothing. I could be risking my life for nothing. 

I couldn't come back empty-handed there was no way I'd be able to do that to Hope, to my uncle Elijah who was desperately awaiting my father's arrival. I couldn't go back without him. The flashes of colour stopped and my vision began to focus more and I could see real things. Real people, it was rather bright here. Not a bright white light, more of a warm yellow, kind of like the sun. I blinked a few times adjusting my eyes. 

New Orleans... I took in my surroundings. "Come on Dad," I mumble as I walk through the people that were around. I go straight to the compound. He had to be here, it was the only place that would do for him. The gate didn't creek like it usually did when I opened it... Maybe everything is better here? 

I walked through to the main room of the ground floor. "Dad?" I called out looking around, everything was well kept here. No overgrown plants taking over like it was a few years back. It was neat and tidy and all the chairs were intact so clearly, Nik hadn't been around. "Dad? It's me, Luna!" I shouted a little louder. I sighed maybe he didn't get my message, but then a gust of wind come through the main floor before I was pushed against the wall by my throat. "Dad." I coughed out. "Luna?" He asked in disbelief that it was actually me. "Yeah," I say pushing his hand away from me. I rubbed where he had held. "What are you doing here?" He asked almost angry. "You shouldn't be here yet. I got your message and I thought it was father messing with me. Has he laid his hands on you?" "No... Well yes. But I'm not dead." I tell him confused by my answer myself. 

"He came, here, to the compound three years ago now. We won... He's away somewhere in a dimension, his own personal hell created and sustained by me." I tell him. "You killed him?" He asked shocked. "Well, he killed Damon first so." I shrugged. His face softened. "You were still dating Damon?" "Married actually." I forgot how much he missed. "Can't you see us? I thought when you pass over." "When the other side collapsed decades ago, that privilege to check in on your love ones vanished my darling." He explained. 

Damon's alone. Here.

"Oh... Well, I'm going to bring you home." I tell him holding his hand leading him through to Freya's magic office. All her witch stuff was in here, it was an exact copy of the house from when we were younger, the same artwork hung on the walls. Hope's height measurements lining the archway. Nik's scooter was left in the middle of the hallway. My painting I was halfway through sat on the easel. "You should have finished that... It would have been impressive." "I did," I tell him. He frowned. "On a wall at the school. Ric let me paint a mural for our family." I explained. "You can see it when you get back. It's still there." 8 years later. "I can't wait. But sweetheart. How are we going back?" "The other side will almost be set up. I left the spell running whilst Davina and Freya sent me here." "You're creating the other side? What are you using as an anchor? Luna the amount of magic this will be "Dad I'm a grown-up girl." I tell him. "I know what I'm doing, I'm strong enough." I was less confident on that one... Was I strong enough? I don't know.