1.50 New Orleans 2014

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"Vera

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"Vera... I don't know what to say." Davina says softly looking down not wanting to meet my tearful eyes.

"Do not say anything, I don't need pity just to work harder." I make my way over to the wall of spell books confidently wiping away the little evidence of emotion on my face.

"Vera you can't keep torturing yourself like this. If this Kol cared for you half as much as you make him sound like he did he would want you to move on from him and most of all his family. Trust me I need all the help I can get with all of this" She gestures to the messy room filled to the brim with old dusty books we reside in before continuing. "But not if it will hold you back." Davina pulls me back by the arm convinced she is correct.

"No! That's not the way it's supposed to be alright. I learned my lesson, I got angry, I left and he died because I decided to put myself first. Now I have another chance and not even hell its self  can keep me from taking it." I begin to lose my temper but refrain from doing so and keep my composure.

" It is not your fault it never is so quit blaming yourself. He died because he got involved with the wrong people and now if you continue on this path those people are going to kill you too." Davina continues trying to persuade me. I must admit there is reason in her words but not enough for me to give up on either of them.

" So what I leave you vulnerable so that they can take another person I care about? I'm strong alright, that's why you need me and why I can take care of myself." I step closer to her, tears of frustration and determination to do justice gloss over my eyes as I feel the bond I have now formed with the girl.

"Vera I'll be fine, I have Marcel. The weight of the world is not on your shoulders." The young witches voice softens when she realizes the emotion in my eyes.

"I have to protect him too. I know Marcel well and he's too stubborn, it clouds his judgment. Therefore I need to be there to keep him from becoming the monster that raised him." I argue back on her point.

"Vera you need to let go of all of this mess. If you want you can stay in the city keep hanging out here just in case we really do need you as much as you say but for now, try to be normal for once."

"I can never be normal we both know this. And what of Kol, shall I do nothing of his memory? Do I not act on the chance of reuniting with him?" I ask her my voice cracking at the thought of what pain he must be suffering wherever his soul ended up.

"If it is what it takes for you to think of yourself then I will bring him back for you no matter what it takes." She takes my hands in hers and gazes into my dark brown with her ocean blue ones.

"I cannot let you bare my burden like that D." I shake my head hating Davina having to go through even half of what I have.

" Fine then, how about we just postpone his salvation as a problem of the future and go have a nice night for yourself today." Davina gives me a smile and pulls out her phone with a text from Kaleb asking to meet for dinner as an apology. A smile tugs on my lips not being able to hide the joy of having someone who actually cares this much of my well being. I nod causing Davina to squeal and throw an outfit into my arms once again.

" Aren't you coming as well?" I ask confused

"Vera I would never intrude your date like that." Davina winks at me shoving me into our changing area.

"It's not a date!" I tell her putting on the clothing anyways.

"Whatever lets you sleep at night." She tells me a smile undoubtedly tugging at the corners of her mouth into a grin. I shake my head at my friend a smile gazing over my lips.

Little did I know that my stubborn witch friend took a vow in that moment to take on the burden I had begged her not to; no matter what it would do to her.

Short chapter sorry but I thought it was a nice place to end

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