That is when everything seemed to spiral, it was the first wave of the elements that had almost torn apart New Orleans. The earthquakes, the wind, the rain. It was all a build up, and they could tell by the way Davina had struggled to keep herself together, how she seemed to be getting worse by the second and they couldn't even begin to worry about what would happen if the Harvest wasn't finished , if Davina wasn't sacrificed to the ancestors to replenish their magic.
There was protest, screaming, anything that could delay the inevitable, there was even an attempt to get her out of New Orleans, to let it ride out. But they all knew what was coming , they all knew it was either she gets sacrificed alone with the possibility of revival, or her death along with the destruction of New Orleans with no chance of returning. She had talked to them , told them that she was going to do it for she knew that it would be selfish, that everyone shouldn't have to suffer for her decisions . It was hard , it was something that the two men had protested against , but in the end they understood.
She was terrified , absolutely unsure of the ending that she was about to meet , unsure if she would come out the other end, if she would ever see him again . Rain poured overhead , her walking to the alter in which the sacrifice was to be made , and all eyes were on her . White dress soaked from the rain , fire rising in the wake of her presence, taking the step up the alter with all the courage she could manage. Her heart was racing , and all Elijah could do in that moment was grip the umbrella with as much force as possible as to not run up and save her from her death .
" Do you believe in the Harvest ? " Sophie had spoken to the female , the sacrificial blade having been prepared for this moment , having consecrated Celeste to be able to finish the Harvest . She swallowed hard as she fisted her dress in both hands , biting on her lower lip as she nodded her head. " I believe. " There was a flash of silver and then searing hot pain in her neck and then there was darkness.
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It had been three months , the other three Harvest Girls having woken when the Harvest had been completed , happiness having coursed through their loved ones , but still Davina had lay there , unmoving . There was grief , drowning sorrows and heartbreak . Everyone had felt the loss , but with death comes new life . Hope had been born , a tiny little girl with the appearance of her parents , a happiness that was welcomed within the Mikaelson household , but there was always this hole , at least in Elijah . To love and to lose had been something he had suffered for thousands of years , his first love having been Tatia who had died by his own hand . A list of names that span over such a time and each time the heartbreak had been hard, but this time it seemed to sting just a little deeper .
He could have saved her, he could have fed her his blood so there was a guarantee that she would come back, so that she would be back now . But he was foolish with the hope that the Harvest would work, and when it did work and the other girls rose from the dead , he had patiently waited to see cerulean orbs , but they never opened . He had grieved , attempting to move past the way he had felt for he knew that death was inevitable, it came to every mortal creature, but not him. Not his family. But he would have to live through another loss , to see someone that he could have saved move on to a peaceful ending.
He wrote of her , of the things she said , how she had made him feel. The things he had admired , the things that he had wished to have come from her, and the things he wished he had said before all of this happened . He resented himself for letting her die without speaking the fondness he had of her, to let her know that she wasn't alone in the world . He wanted her to know things of his past, not the horrors, but the beautiful places he had been, where he would want to take her . And it stung with each word , but he had found it easier day by day.
Part of him tried to hold onto her memory , but her smile had started to fade , her laugh had started to feel more like a whisper or an echo . Part of him felt like he was ready to move on from her , that he would be able to find some sort of happiness, but another part of him kept telling him to hold on. To wait for her to come to it . But another month passed, and he didn't see her in faces in the crowd like he used to. He couldn't hear her laugh and he had made it a mission to move on, to find someone else who could give him the love that was painfully ripped from him, and a few days later he met Gia.
GIA
He didn't see her coming, didn't expect someone to come in and rock him the way that she had. He had felt guilty the first time he had slept with her , the face he couldn't remember became clear in that moment, haunted by the past . He didn't know how to handle it, didn't know how to turn it off, so he ignored it. They had gone another time before sleep took over both of them, taunting him of dreams of Davina waking up, dreams of her being in his room, looking over him, touching his face and he swore he could feel her touching him. Eyes snap open, sitting up abruptly in his bed, Gia stirring slightly, eyes moving to the doorway to see a flash of white and then it was gone.
' Are you okay ? ' the sound of Gias voice pulled him from his trance, from the flash of white that had teased him and turned towards her, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. ' it's nothing, go back to sleep. ' and he laid down, allowing sleep to overcome him again, and this time he dreamt of nothing, he dreamt of deep, black emptiness. The sound of Marcels booming voice had woke him up, sunlight pouring through the windows, bathing them in the New Orleans morning light. Getting out of bed he had situated himself accordingly before stepping out of the room with the hopes of not waking up the lady in his bed , eyebrows furrowing as he had looked at Marcel, the worry, panic and fear coursing through her.
' What could you be yelling about this early, Marcellus?
' It's Davina -- '
His heart had seemed to stop for a moment, but then he couldn't even imagine what could be worse than her death, and he wouldn't be this angry if she had woken up, he would have been ecstatic , relieved. But he was angry.. nervous.
' She's gone. '
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Fanfiction' you said you were not afraid of anything. ' eyebrows furrowed as he spoke to her, not mocking but a general curiosity. ' to be completely honest, Elijah. i'm afraid of everything. myself included. ' ...