sleeping beauty [the originals]

xxxiv.

As the rain progressed, Davina was not looking good. She was lying down on the mattress in the storage locker, Marcel right by her side.

"If I can just wait it out a few more weeks..." Davina looked up at Marcel. "Help me, please." Marcel nodded.

"I will, and when it's over, I'll do what I should have done. Get you out of town." Davina sniffled, smiling.

"I had a dream that Tim wasn't dead. He played a song that he wrote for me. And he kissed me. And we were just normal." Isla gave Marcel a worried look. She knew Davina didn't have long.

"That sounds like a beautiful dream." All three turned their heads to see Rebekah standing in the storage locker.

"What are you doing here?" Marcel asked. Rebekah ignored him, focused on Davina.

"But it was just a dream."

"Get out!" Marcel shouted, and Davina's breath started hitching. Isla put her hand on Davina's shoulder, lowering her heart rate to calm her down. It didn't seem to work as Davina immediately sat up, coughing up water. Marcel stood up, backing up until he was in line with Rebekah.

"This is killing her." Rebekah turned her head toward Marcel. "Your stubbornness will mean her death." Marcel shook his head.

"I promised her I'd fight for her. I'm not breaking that promise."

"No one is asking you not to fight." Rebekah responded. "You're the only family that this girl has. You owe it to her to fight for her to live." Marcel put his hand on Davina's back as she kept coughing up buckets of water.

Isla joined Rebekah as they went to the plantation house to consecrate their mother. Once they arrived, Father Kieran started muttering prayers to the cross he held in his hands.

"Did you find them?" Klaus asked, and Rebekah nodded. "Will he bring her?"

"He'll bring her." Rebekah assured him. Isla gripped the umbrella tighter, looking around them. Father Kieran finished his prayers and looked up at the Mikaelson.

"Are you ready to do this?" Klaus said nothing, pulling out a dagger from his pocket and slicing his hand.

"Always and forever." He handed the blade to Isla, who dragged it along her palm. She winced at the pain as she passed the dagger to Rebekah. Rebekah sliced her palm as did Elijah and Hayley. Father Kieran walked over and took the dagger from Hayley. He then threw the dagger into the hole in the ground with the coffin.

"It is done." He announced. Isla looked at her siblings. She really hoped this would work. They quickly headed over to the cemetery.

As the three girls were laid out on a table, the entrance to the cemetery caught on fire. Sophie noticed this.

"Fire." She exclaimed. The trail of fire seemed to follow Marcel as he carried Davina to the table. She stepped onto the table and approached Sophie.

"Do you believe in the harvest?" The older witch asked, and Davina nodded.

"I believe." She responded with conviction. Sophie sighed, bringing the blade up to her neck, and slicing it. Isla had to look away as Davina fell back into Marcel's arms. Once her body went limp, the rain stopped.

Marcel set Davina on the table next to the three other girls. He then turned around to face Sophie.

"After the harvest comes the reaping." She proclaimed. "Their sacrifices made and accepted." She looked up at the sky. "We call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones." She looked back down at the girls. Nothing was happening. Marcel looked up at her, slightly angry.

"We call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie repeated. Still nothing. "Resurrect your chosen ones." A third time. Marcel shook his head. "Please." She said in a shaky voice. "I beg." Nothing. Sophie broke down, sobbing, resting her head on her niece's stomach. Isla and Rebekah looked over at Marcel. He said nothing, just sped away. It didn't work.

Isla walked back to the compound. The roads were empty, and she looked up at the clear sky. She had only known Davina for a few days, but Davina had recovered memories that Isla didn't know existed, and Isla would be forever grateful to have known Davina, even if it was just for a few days.