The Craziest Doppelgänger • TVD [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twelve - The Departed

THE NEXT MORNING, the twins were wide awake, and broken.

A playlist of all their favorite sad songs blasted throughout their room.

Achlys . . .

Achlys had tears streaming down her face. She held the cover so close to her body and wouldn't let go. She wouldn't speak or do anything and when she did, it was only because Seasons of Love by Rent, the Glee cover, would play. More tears would fall down her face as she belted every word out.

Achlys wasn't made to have emotions. She wasn't made to care. Achlys was Brielle's darkness and darkness knows no humanity. Having her best friend Alaric die the first time was a breakthrough in her journey to real human emotions. But he came back and she was back to her normal self, thinking her journey was fulfilled. But it wasn't . . . They got her true best friend, Niklaus Mikaelson. He was still alive but it wasn't in the way she imagined.

He was desiccated. And he would be like that until the girl she hated the most was dead . . . and that wasn't for about another sixty or seventy years.

And Brielle . . .

She just stared. She stared at a wall. A wall in his room.

From time to time, Brielle would leave her room and check to see if it was all just a dream. To see if the love of her life was in his room smiling, ready to tell her that it was all just a prank. A prank to get back at her and Achlys for all the stuff they did to the family. That was the only time she would smile. When stepping into his room, her smile would slowly leave her face.

Achlys would always look at her when she returned to their room. Brielle wouldn't look at her. She wouldn't look at anyone. She wouldn't dear speak knowing if she did, she would cry.

Her hair was messy. She had bags under her eyes. If you looked into her eyes, they were lifeless. The person who made her want to wake up every day was gone and to her, sixty or seventy years without him was an eternity.

The funny, free-spirited, craziest doppelganger that everyone once knew and loved was shattered pieces of glass on the floor. She was broken.

A knock was heard outside the girls' door and when they said nothing, the door opened and revealed his brother, Elijah Mikaelson.

"Brielle. Achlys." He greeted. "May I speak with you both?" They said nothing as he turned the music off and kneeled down, to look in their eyes. "I am heading to the Gilbert residence to make a deal to get Niklaus back. I was wondering if you both wanted to join me."

Truthfully, Elijah couldn't stand looking at the twins, his best friends, looking like this. He hated when his family was destroyed. In all his years of being an Original, no, of being their friend, he's never seen Brielle look so hurt. He knew what it meant, she picked him. And Elijah was upset. Not for him, for them. They finally found their way to each other to be ripped apart in seconds. He wanted to help. He wanted to bring him back but he knew he couldn't. It wouldn't help his deal.

Brielle slightly opened her mouth to respond, but quickly closed it. Achlys glanced at her sister, who glanced back. Achlys gently rubbed her hand on Brielle's shoulder. Brielle tired to speak but it was as if she lost her voice. They stared at each other, having their own personal conversation. When they both nodded, Achlys looked to Elijah as Brielle continued to stare at the wall.