faith

10|a wedding

Faith felt something that she'd always managed to cover up. This pain was called guilt, and it was eating her up inside.

She hadn't meant it. She'd let her anger get the best of her, and she'd kill an innocent man. Today her Aunt Freya was getting married, and she was so happy for her but she just couldn't get Bill of her mind.

Standing the cemetery, Faith stared down at the mans small memorial, when she felt her father approach her from behind, "You know if your approach was meant to be stealthy, you really need to work on it." She called to him as she turned. She tried to mask the emotion in her voice, but the small crack her father heard stopped this from occurring.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright." He said, voice covered with dread.

"You're old right," she began, before he could answer her she continued, "Whose idea was it to leave flowers for the dead? It's not like they're going to come back and be like 'thanks for the flowers they really made my death all better, and totally made me forget that you killed me.'" She asked him.

"Unintentionally," Klaus stopped her, "You did the city of those vermin. You have nothing to apologize for." He said, sternly.

"Yes, because it's okay that I killed a man. It's okay that he's no longer breathing. Everything's just a-okay right?" Faith sneered at him as she turned around, "No, Dad, it was all for my own selfish gain. It's not liked it helped much, only keeping this crazy thing at bay for a few hours."

Klaus looked down at her wrist to see black veins. He glanced back at her face as she spoke again, "We won't have to worry about be killing anyone else soon, when I break every bone in my body it'll be bye-bye to Faith Mikaelson."

"You're not going to die, Faith. I will never let that happen." Klaus denied her thoughts.

"My mother won't be there, these black veins, well they're not a good sign, and I'm slowly falling apart so don't tell me if I'm going to live or die."

"You know I'm here for you." He told her.

"Yep, I'm just more of a recluse person so if you could go, that'd be great." She turned and her father the veins not creeping up her neck, causing him to breath out again.

"As you wish." He responded before speeding away.

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Still at the cemetery, Faith let a tear drop through. Now this was huge. She hadn't shown emotion like a tear as much as she had been for the last few months, and it was hurting her very much, and crying hurt more than anything.

"Hey." She heard a voice call from behind her, causing her to turn.

"Davina." She said when she saw her uncles beautiful wife, "still as amazing as ever." She complimented with a hug.

"You okay?" She asked when seeing the girl looking back at her.

"Of course I am," when seeing her disbelieving look, "I'm absolutely fine Davina, don't worry about me. How are you doing with loosing Josh?"

"I'm still breathing so that's a plus," she told her, "How's your head?"

"My Head is working harder than it has ever worked." Faith told her.