𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 {𝙴. 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌}

🥀1. My name is Delilah🥀

I'm sitting on the bed as I practice different notes on my guitar. It's quiet and it's peaceful, it's always like this. I enjoy the quietness and I enjoy the peace. I've always been the quiet type, I'm actually pretty shy and I don't really like to hold conversations with people. I'm 19 year old witch who looks super young, so why would anyone even try to communicate with me.

It's not like anyone can anyways, I live in a dark and dusty attic. I can't remember the last time I ever left this room. It's a long story on why I live here, but I'll just save that story for another time. On the bright side, I don't live here alone. "Lilah, can you play me a song on your guitar?"

"Of course I can Vina." I put my guitar in tone, then I begin to play for my little sister. Don't worry, she's only sixteen, it's really easy to live with her. Her name is Davina and my name is Delilah. When we were younger my mom would call us her delicate, beloved flowers. Davina name meant beloved and mines meant delicate. I think that name suits me just fine because I am very delicate.

Sometimes I think that I'm a boring person. I play the guitar and I sometimes paint but, I'm not as good as my little sister. She's very talented, she's the most powerful witch there is in New Orleans. I use to be powerful, but before the harvest my magic started acting weird. There were four girls, Abigail, Cassie, Monique, and my sister. They were the four to be sacrificed in the harvest, three of the girls died but, my sister lived.

Before my sister could die she was saved by vampire named Marcel. When he took her away he took me as well, I was the back up sacrifice, he didn't have to save me but he did and I'm so grateful for that. Even though we live in an attic with two beds, some canvases on the left side, and some music equipment on the right. It might be a bit stuffie in here but, I don't mind. Long as my sister is safe and the witches know there place, I'll be happy with life.

As I play my guitar, Davina sits behind a window as she lights the candle up then burn it out with just her  hand movements. I'm not going to say that I don't have my magic anymore, because I still do. I'm just saying that I can't use much of my magic without getting myself killed. Like I said, every since the harvest my magic as been making me weaker instead of stronger. No one knows about this but me, I don't wanna worry my sister or Marcel.

I just have to figure this all out by myself and sooner or later I'll find the answers that I need. When I finish playing the guitar my sister smiles at me and goes back to playing with the fire. Marcel then enteres the room. "I assume it's all quiet out there?"

"The witches know better than to use magic." I tell the vampire as I set down my guitar.

My sister looks back at Marcel. "They know we can sense it when they do." She turns fully around as she swings her feet. "What about the old ones? They're dangerous, and we don't want them to hurt you."

"Yea, didn't you tell us that two of them are back in town?" I asked as I cross my legs and stick my hands in my lap.

"The Originals?" He ask as we nod and he bends down to our level. "Davina, as powerful as you are, they don't stand a chance." He then looks at me. "Both of you are stronger together, everything will okay." He whistle and then suddenly two guys come in carrying a casket.

I look at the casket then at my sister. "I'm so sorry D, it was real nice being your sister sometimes." She glares at me and I chuckle to myself.

Marcel laughs and walks over tot he coffin as the two men leaves. "This isn't for anyone, this is one of the old ones, now I asked Klaus to politely hand over his brother, Elijah to me just so that we wouldn't have any more trouble."

"This Klaus guy killed his own brother?" I asked a bit shocked. What kind of person is capable of killing a love one. I mean....if I could kill Davina at times I would, but I wouldn't do if I know that I was doing it.