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Avery

It's been 12 hours and we're still scouring the city for Dahlia. So far, we don't have anything more than when we started. The bloody witch is hiding.

I'm so worried and angry, I can't see straight. I spoke to both Marcel and Davina when they got here. I also met Aiden who I was surprised about but at the same time not, when he seemed as concerned about her as the other two. I knew he was a werewolf, so I decided to ask later, not wanting to risk Klaus overhearing.

Since this morning, we've sent half of Marcel's people home, telling them to come back for a shift change tomorrow. We have it locked down like Fort Knox, while Freya does everything within and outside of her power to find Dahlia.

Klaus, Marcel and Elijah have been with Marcel's men turning the city upside down, while I've been sidelined. I hate to say that I've seen it coming, but I did. This is Klaus' game. I'm used for intel and strategy but never out in the field.

It fucking sucks.

"You need to eat, Love." Klaus murmurs next to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him, as he offers a reassuring smile. "And you can go to hell." I cross my arms, leaning back in the chair. I'm only here because they're supposed to be filling us in. Nobody has said a word since we all sat down.

"He's right, Aves." Marcel speaks from across from me. He's barely touched his own food, but I guess that's enough for everyone else. "How about both of you focus on stopping Dahlia and I'll worry about eating when I'm hungry." I shove my plate away, nearly knocking my water over.

This is so pointless. How can any of them eat when Abbie is practically dead and Kol is actually dead?! It's been 12 hours and that's too long to have our biggest advantage barely staying alive. She's only alive at someone else's will! Have they forgotten that?!

"It's been three days, Avery. We've looked everywhere. There's no sign of Dahlia or what she's doing." Klaus states, cutting into his steak with so much strength, he might actually cut through the plate.

Three days? It hasn't been three days.. has it? It couldn't have been that long. I know I've been keeping busy, but I would've remembered those three days.

"Aves.." I look up to Marcel, concern lining his face. "Are you okay? You don't look too good." That strikes a nerve. It strikes a lot of nerves actually.

I look around at all of them, finding the same thing on their faces. Concern. "Am I okay?" I don't wait for an answer from any of them. "I've lost every single one of my best friends. Three people from my family have either been killed or harmed by this bitch and you want to know if I'm okay?!" I snap, jumping up from my chair.

"Dahlia is after Hope and possibly Haidyn. She's plucking us off one by one, and you want to know if I'm okay?! Why don't you go ask Abbie? Or maybe ask Rebekah's corpse?! Maybe we can break out a quoiji board and ask Kol if he's enjoying the Other Side. Maybe he's made some friends or he's being tortured by every supernatural being he's ever wrong." I'm crying again and I can't stop.

I'm doing that so much now, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to stop again. "I'm perfectly fine if you consider me not sleeping, eating or feeding, as okay. I'm losing time and honestly I think I'm just losing it in general." I tug on my hair, as they just blink at me.

"We're waging war against a witch who can channel up enough power to snap my neck in her sleep from the other side of the planet. We stood a chance if she didn't take Abbie out, but now we're going to a gun fight with a fucking rock." My chest heaves, as I glare at each of them.

"So no, I'm not alright, because we just might lose everything and then what?! We just accept our fate and die?! Yeah, sure. Let me just go get my affairs in order and then I'll lay out my funeral best." I storm out of the room, shaking as I make my way to my room.