Endgame ⚜ Sweet but Psycho

16. three

February 17, 2014

New Orleans, Louisiana 

Lafayette Cemetery

"Say not in grief that she is no more, but be thankful that she ever was and though she was taken far too soon, may her enduring light show us a way through this darkness. Let us mourn as we cannot move on until we do. And though the pain may at times seem like more than we can bare, make no mistake, we will move on. And even now, the words of Ecclesiasticus are ringing in my ears, they're saying vengeance as a lion shall lie in wait for them." Vincent Griffith spoke, standing before a tomb named Davina Claire. 

With him stood Poppy Salvatore-Mikaelson, dressed in a knee length black dress and fur coat. A girl who lost a whole lot, a girl who thought she was broken before, but she was only at the edge of snapping. A mother who was on the verge of losing her husband and daughter. The girl who was beginning to doubt her family.

There was Marcellus Gerard, Klaus Mikaelson's adopted son and Poppy's adoptive brother, thought they felt like blood. The boy who fell in love but couldn't have it, the man who lost his faith in the family who raised him. The man who lost his daughter. 

There was also Kol Mikaelson, the trouble maker original vampire, uncle of Poppy. The brother who lost his love, who had inspired him to do good. The brother who also lost faith in his family. The brother who wanted nothing but to be rid of his vampire disease and to see his precious Davina. The brother who knew it was now his job to protect his niece from not only his foes, but his siblings.

And then there was Josh, the awesome funny gay vampire who lost his best friend. Who lost his boyfriend. Who lost his human life. All because of the Mikaelsons. He took a step forward to speak. "A while ago, forever ago, I told Davina a story about my first boyfriend but what I didn't tell her was that I had never shared that story with anyone else except for Poppy. She was like a sister and a best friend and I loved her. I wish tha-uh..." He stopped, tears in his eyes. 

Poppy placed a gentle hand on his back. "She was my best friend too, she was always there for me. For us. My family killed her like she was nothing. But she was everything." She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on Josh's shoulder. "I'll miss you so much, Davina.."

Vincent looked over at Kol, who shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"Words aren't any good." Marcel said. "The Mikaelsons need to answer for this. I'm gonna make them answer." He placed his hand on the tomb. "I promise."

New Orleans, Louisiana 

Rousseau's 

The second funeral of the day was Camille's Irish wake, held at Rousseau's, where she had worked to pay off her degree. And she enjoyed it. She learned that people just wanted to be heard, to be listened to. And she did. 

Poppy stepped into the bar, her arm linked with her brother's. In their free hands were roses for the coffin, which was in the back. She walked towards it, pulling away from her brother and twirling the rose between her fingers. Gently, she placed it on the top and closed her eyes, ignoring that her father was watching her. The tribrid felt lightheaded, her mind was foggy. She opened her eyes when Marcel placed his rose down, and he rubbed the sides of her arms from behind her. 

"Let's get going, Little M." Marcel spoke quietly. If he were to say that around outer circle people, they'd assume Little M meant Little Mikaelson. However, they could never be more wrong. It meant Little Me. Little Marcellus. Little Little Warrior. 

Poppy nodded and turned around, glancing up at her brother. "I think I've hit my funeral limit today.." 

Her brother kissed the top of her head, and together they left the bar and walked into the busy street. He led his sister to his car, and helped her in. He couldn't help but to notice that she appeared a tad grey. She hadn't eaten in a while. He decided she'd eat back at the loft.