Walking back to the church I knew something was wrong so I rushed upstairs to see Davina sitting in front of my brothers coffin and pulling the dagger out. I rushed towards her and snatched it out of her hand"what are you doing"
Glancing at my brother I put the dagger back before facing Davina who also looked mad."if your not going to help me figure out how to kill an original I do so by myself"
Frowning I closed Elijah's coffin"they have been alive for centuries and made many enemies. Don't you think someone would have figured out by now how to kill an original?" I looked at her annoyed. They had so many enemies so I knew people have looked for ways to kill them but obviously none of them have completed that goal
"Well maybe I'll find something" Davina looked so determined and I couldn't help but laugh at little
"Your still learning magic Davina, witches older and more powerful then you have most likely tried and failed and you think you can do it just like that" I snapped my fingers smiling amused by her frustrated face
"I have to for Marcel"
That made me a little angry. How could she just drop everything for Marcel. I know he saved us but to devote yourself to the man was a bit much"your already keeping the witches a bay for him. Your doing any spells he need you for and for what cause he saved your life. You already repaid him by turning against your kind"
"And what of you? You do spells for him when asked" I couldn't help but roll my eyes
"I do some spells here and there but I also have boundaries and he knows that where you jump at the snap of his finger. You need to draw a line somewhere because going after an original is asking for death" turning I went and sat on the bed
"But your going against them-"
"I'm there little brother, there hesitate a bit before actually moving against me plus I died once before what's another go at deaths door" I knew going against my family could lead to some bad consequences. I could possibly even end up dead somehow but I doubt they would actually kill me. I'll could on Marcel and his lackeys killing me off before my own family would. After all he does hate them so of course there is always the possibility he could turn on me to get to them.
Glancing at Davina I watched her go back to her painting."there a dance tomorrow night you should go" she mumbled glancing my way. I knew she was still mad and this was a way for her to get a little bit of space from so I nodded
"I'll go" laying down I turned off the lamp on my side before drifting of to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be eventful I could just feel it.
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