The Originals

45

•3 Years later•

It's dark. Too dark. Silent. Too silent. Looking around, the city is torn apart but you could see some places where the fights took place. To my right, stood Kol who looked furious as he has been since....that dreadful day. To my left stood Hayley, a look of determination across her face.

She's worn that look everyday for three years. However something about it today seemed different. She knew something, but she won't tell what it is.

We stood at the top of a hill, looking over the city, searching for him. The one who caused this. He only ever sends out his minions, hiding like a coward.

The second we saw some movement, we sped down and began another fight. Kicking, throwing, using all our strength against our enemy.

After keeping one alive, I broke his arm and he screamed out in pain.

"Where is he?" I demanded as Kol stood behind him and Hayley kept a look out.

"Why would I tell you?"

"So you won't die. Now answer the question. Where is he?" I questioned.

He only spit in my face, which caused Kol to rip out his heart. We looked at each other before getting Hayley and sped back out of the city. Our old home. New Orleans.

•3 Years earlier•

"Let me out!" I demanded banging on the door. The only response was the burning from vervain on the door.

Groaning I look around and see a pole. Grabbing it, I used all my strength and try to break the door down with it. With no luck, I throw it across the room, running my hands through my hair.

"LET ME OUT!" I repeated.

There was an ear piercing noise going the room, causing me to cover my ears just as the door opened. Unable to move, the figure threw a blood bag on the ground and walked back out just as the noise stopped.

Quickly, I drank it, my hunger getting the best of me. When I didn't hear the door close, I looked up and saw the man that attacked me standing there wearing a smirk.

I instantly attacked, only to be thrown across the room by an invisible force. After standing back up, I saw a witch standing beside the man.

"Looks like I'm protected," he stated walking closer with the witch right behind him.

"What do you want with me?" I asked.

"You have a mission to do. You're the only one," the witch answered. "You have no choice."

"And if I don't?"

"No need to worry about that. I have a spell that will force you. Now, this may sting a little," he said before beginning the spell.

My head began filling with images of what they want me to do, by it was going so fast and began hurting like a bitch and caused me to start screaming.

Soon I passed out from the pain.

Waking up, I see I'm in the compound surrounded by everyone. My head is pounding, heart racing while I sense the person they want me to kill.

"Get me out of here," I said to no one in particular, sitting up.

"Jessica, what's wrong?" Elijah calmly asked sitting beside me.

"Elijah, get me out of here," I demanded standing, only to fall back again.

"You're weak, love. You need to rest," Klaus said stepping forward.

"I need to go, now," I replied before they stood before me. I looked up at them with teary eyes as my fangs came out. "I'm so sorry."

"What?" They asked.

I sped up to them, sinking my teeth in their neck with no hesitation and began to kill them. I was pulled off and thrown across the room.

My head began pounding, the images coming again and I groaned from the pain.

"What the hell is going on?!" Marcel demanded speeding up to me, holding me against a wall with his hand gripped around my throat.

"I don't have a choice. It was a-a spe-spell," I gasped as the pain grew and I was given sudden strength.

I shoved Marcel off and broke his neck, just as everyone came at me with everything they got.

Soon enough everyone was on the ground, the only person standing was the one who had to die.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me," I begged crying as I slowly walked up to them.

"It's okay. It's not you. I know that," was the reply as they braced themself for death.

The spell took over and I ripped into their throats again, killing them almost instantly. Screams filled the room, most were mine, however.

I shrunk to my knees holding their body close to mine, crying, begging them to come back when I know they can't.

The people who's necks weren't snapped came to me, a few crying with me while others stood surprised. Kol looked to me in disbelief, took her out of my arms and cried into her now dead body.

"I-I'm so sorry," I cried. "I had no choice."

"Everyone has a choice!" He snapped.

"Kol, please. Forgive me."

"I will never forgive you for taking her from me," he answered crying.

Why did she have to leave? Why Davina?