Ambience ~ n.m.

26; Ten Pounds Of Shit

'War' by grandson

"And it's war in the east.

War in the west.

War up north.

And war down south.

Everywhere is...

Oh, everywhere is war."

I awoke from my long sleep, and that was much needed after a night last night. I had on Klaus' clothes, which were baggy as always. I went downstairs and felt Klaus, Rebekah, Hayley, and Sophie Devereux in the sitting room. This was bound to suck.

"Elijah is talking to Davina?" Sophie asks, making me stop in my tracks. Elijah's awake. Davina removed the dagger. She's dead. Either from Elijah's hunger or from me being extremely pissed.

"Yeah, as we speak, I imagine," Rebekah states to the witch.

I turned on my heel before hearing any more and headed upstairs. I took a five minute shower and got dressed in skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and some small heeled booties. I tossed my short hair in a half up half down bun. I grabbed my keys, phone, and leather jacket.

I slipped out of the house and drove away from the house as quick as I could, ignoring the many phone calls following. I made it to St. Ann's Church to see it completely wrecked. "The hell?" I ask myself.

"Harper. I knew I'd see you sometime soon," a familiar voice greeted me. I looked to my left and chuckled at who I saw.

"Kieran. It's nice to see you again. How long have you been back?" I ask the priest.

"Long enough to meet an Original Vampire or two, and to notice a teenage girl staying in my attic," he mentions, making me clear my throat in annoyance.

"It was Marcel's idea, okay? Talk to him about it. The Originals, well, I don't know what to tell you about them," I sigh. Obviously, lying has come accustomed to me by now.

"Tell me why they're here for starters, Harper! I don't want them near the humans!" he raised his voice.

"I don't want then here anymore than you do. I'll get back to you on that," I impatiently push past him to the attic. I made it up the stairs and knocked at the attic door. "Vina?" I ask for her through the door. I feel Elijah and Davina's heart rate jump with my voice.

Elijah sped to a hiding place, calming his heart rate down. Davina moved a drawing away from her easel before speaking. "C-come in!" Davina shouted back at me.

"Hey, Vina what's up?" I ask, opening the door. I felt Marcel arrive at the church, Kieran stopping him to yell at him like he did with me.

"I'm good," she gulps nervously.

"That's good. What are you painting today?" I ask, but was cut off by Marcel barging through the door.

"Good news, little D. I'm moving you out of the pile of dust," Marcel news dropped excitedly.

"Are you serious? When?" Davina asked with a wide smile.

"Tonight. I just need to lock in the arrangements. How's our Original?" he asks, jabbing his thumb to the coffin.

Marcel's feet took a spin and his hand grazed the coffin. "Don't disturb the body. I have a spell in progress," Davina lies smoothly.

"Bet you do. Pack up, okay? Only what you want to take. I'll buy you anything else you need," he orders her.