The Originals: Family Is Power

Our Retribution Is Swift

Hey guys!!! If you don't know, this is the fifth installment in my series! The first is Vampire Diaries: Concrete Decisions!

Recap

-I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl in a church filled with witches who wanted to sacrifice her

-Klaus and I had to send her away to keep her safe

-Francesca Guerrera and her werewolves now run the French Quarter

-Klaus and I have drifted apart

-I am still unable to identify what I am

Now

Pain.

There is nothing in this world we remember more than pain. It can come in many forms—physical, emotional, mental. I've dealt with all three types of pain, but nothing prepared me for this. The pain of losing my daughter. All because the people of New Orleans would see her dead.

For three months, I've grieved her departure from my life. A newborn child shouldn't have to be separated from her parents. Klaus and I shouldn't have to miss the first few months of her life because the witches and werewolves are dead set on killing our baby girl.

Ever since I left the compound, not once have I set foot back there. I can't stand to be in the place where so many memories could've been made, but weren't.

Klaus and I haven't talked, texted, or interacted in three months. The two of us needed to grieve in our own ways. For Klaus, I know that means his easel will have become his best friend these last three months. Besides, I would know if something was wrong with him. We do, after all, share a bond. For me, it meant a cloaking spell and lots and lots of killing.

Every Guerrera wolf I've been able to get my hands on, I've destroyed. They're all over the Quarter, searching for vampires and for me. Francesca thinks she has control of the Quarter, but she can't control me. Drinking their blood before tearing their throats out is my typical way to go.

I have never had a huge problem controlling my bloodthirst until now. Once I start, I can't stop. My appetite is larger and I'm more aggressive. Whatever Hope's blood did to me has altered the very chemistry of my body. I no longer forcibly shift on the full moon. My magic is stronger than ever before.

Davina is helping me to figure out what I am, but she's coming up short as well. I've seen Davina a few times these past three months. She walked away from her coven when she found out everything that had happened with Genevieve and the two Harvest girls. The fourth Harvest girl, Cassie, was resurrected shortly after Genevieve's death, but apparently, she's just another witch bitch. She's working with Francesca, making more moonlight rings and keeping her safe.

Cassie is the reason I casted a cloaking spell on myself. After killing so many Guerreras, it was only a matter of time before Francesca had Cassie do a locator spell to find me.

Across the river, Marcel is working to build up the vampire ranks again. Like Davina, I've seen him quite a few times as well. He's attempting to help me control my bloodthirst in vain. It's not working, but he thinks if I keep at it, then eventually, it might get better.

Though he's never said it to my face, I can tell Marcel thinks I'm unravelling, hanging onto sanity by a thread. He may be right, he may not be. I can't be the one to judge my own sanity when I still love a man whose sanity is fragmented and chaotic.

In my isolation, I went out to find Jackson, to make sure he was alright. When I found him, I found a man broken by his pack and by his closest friend.