My Sunshine | Camille O'Connell

(25) Après Moi, Le Déluge | Part 2

Dying sucks. An obvious statement, but made worse by the fact that such a traumatic experience is only meant to happen to someone once.

That's what nature intended, that's why it's so much different than any other pain one could live through, because we're not supposed to live through it.

Every time I get a snapped neck or a stake through the heart, or hell even the damn dagger I am pulled back to the very beginning. I get to feel what it was like to die the first time.

I still remember the confusion I felt at why my father would do such a thing, followed by betrayal and fear, followed by more fear as I realized what he did to my siblings. Those emotions flooded through me all at once and were silenced.

Then came the nothing, an empty void where I just waited for something to happen, paradise or damnation I didn't care just something. But it never came. It felt like centuries of sitting under the ocean, no feeling, no movement, no thought. I was stuck.

And then like a wave it all crashed onto me at once as I woke up. Except the feelings of before didn't disappear, the trauma of death didn't leave me, it lingered for a long time. In some ways, I can still feel it a thousand years later.

This is the true problem with the Harvest those witch fuckers can't realize. If Sophie is lying and they don't resurrect, it's child murder, but if the witches are being truthful, it's a fate worse than death. They think it's fine because physically they will be restored and their magic made stronger, but the mental toll dying takes on a person isn't meant to linger, made even worse by the victims being children.

If Davina is brought back, she will never be the same, saddled with this trauma for the rest of her life.

And I'm surprisingly the only one who sees that.

"Rise and shine, Talia!" I hear the high pitch voice of my sister standing over me. I open my eyes to her frustrated expression. "Where's Davina?"

I clutch my neck as I stand up. "My guess is with Marcel."

"How could you let this happen? You should've been on guard!" She's under stress, I'll give her this. Rebekah pulls out her phone to call Elijah. "He's taken the girl."

"Who has?" I hear my brother on the other end.

Rebekah is coming undone. "Bloody, bloody Marcel!"

I hear a distant voice from the call. "And you wanted to run off and start a life with this back-stabber!"

I move closer. "You want to talk about back-stabbing, Klaus!"

My sister gets defensive. "Says the man who was shacking up with him not two seconds before all this went down." This is getting us nowhere.

"Elijah!" I call out. "What's the plan?"

"I have a plan!" Bekah whines. "We need to divide and conquer if we're gonna stand a chance. He could have gone anywhere."

"Two people on the phone at a time, please!" Our brother finally speaks up. "I'm here with Sabine. Perhaps we could try a locator spell?"

"I'll talk to the priest. They might even be at the church. It's the last place we'd think to look for them, right?" Klaus suggests.

Rebekah nods. "Okay. You check the church, I'll check everywhere else."

"And I'll meet up at Lafayette with you, brother to ensure everything is prepared." We hang up the phone and move to our designated places.

I just hope we can get shit done.

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Standing beside my older brother, my hand was firmly clasping his as he watched Sophie unravel the remains of his past lover.