A Vampire's Love; the untold story

Chapter 38

 He walks into a bar. Everything is blurry to him. He notices only a few people in the bar. So, he looks around, and feels his anger getting the best of him. He doesn't know if it's anger, or sadness, but in a second, he vamps, and kills every person in the bar. Once he's done, he looks his reflection on the window. His clothes are full of blood, and blood dripped from his lips. He was soaked in blood. He walks behind the bar, and grabs the first bottle of alcohol he saw. Then, he sits on the floor, leaning his back on the bar, and drinks.

 He couldn't be there. He felt like he was betraying her, but he just couldn't be there. He knew that she could watch him. As he and Hayley could watch the people they held dear the most. He sighs, and drinks. He puts down the bottle, and looks down. He lets a tear roll down, and fall on the wooden floor. 'Ironic, isn't it?' he starts talking, hoping that she would hear him, having no idea if she wanted to though. 'It's my fault you are where you are, and I'm the one hurting the most' he says quietly, his voice being brittle. He takes the bottle again, and drinks as much as he can, gulping down the liquid that burns his throat, in a way he likes. 'I don't know if you hear me' he says, gazing steadily at the floor. 'But I am sorry. And I do wish you were here' he says and he drinks again.

 He feels his sadness suffocating him. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons the top button of his shirt. He had already gotten rid of his jacket on his way to the bar. He gets rid of his cuff-links, tossing them across the bar and he rolls up his sleeves. He drinks, and he already finishes that bottle. He stands up, and gets another one. He goes and sits back down, the same way he sat before. 'I didn't want this' he stutters. He drinks, and a memory of his comes in his mind. When Davina had just come back in New Orleans. 'You are totally worthless, Davina. You are nothing, Davina. Rot in hell, Davina' he repeats the words he said that night to her. His grip tightens around the bottle. He laughs a bit, making fun of himself. 'Who am I kidding' he says to himself. 'You weren't nothing, you were everything' he sighs. He gets zoned out, and doesn't realize how tight his grip is on the bottle. 'Everything' he says and his voice gives off the feeling that he's angrier than ever, and the bottle his holding, breaks. He looks at his hand, and a piece of glass that cut through it. He doesn't bother taking the glass out. 'This hurts much less' he says, and he zones out, thinking of Davina.

 In the cemetery, Marcel looks at his phone screen. He checks on the time, and then puts his phone back in his pocket. 'It seems like Elijah isn't coming, so we should get on with this.' They all look at him and Camille steps forward first. 'She shouldn't have died like this' she says and Vincent, Kol, Marcel and Joshua listen to her talking. 'I was her friend. We were friends. She was too young to go away like this. She deserved to live more, love more, have fun and do everything she wanted to. She just didn't get the chance' she says and she steps back, standing next to Vincent, not knowing what else to say.

 Vincent looks at them. 'She was a friend. She was a regent. She was brave, and powerful, full of light. She should be still here, living her life' he says and the rest of them listen to him. Once he's done, Josh sniffs, and he let a few tears roll down his face.

 He looks at her name on the grave. 'She, uh, she was my best friend. I've known her since she was sixteen. A young little girl, that hadn't been anywhere, never actually had fun. I took her to her first night out in a club. She had her first actual drink that night. We went out many times, we had fun, I taught her how to relax and have fun. And she taught me things too. Many things. We shared everything. About out families, our first crushes, our stories.' He pauses for a second, and lets a sigh out. He tries not to cry, and he continues. 'I miss her. If you hear me, I miss you, Davina' he says, hoping she can hear him. 'You should've been here with me. To go out, to talk, to be my best friend. You were and always will be that' he says and he stops, because he knows that if he continues he couldn't be able to stop.

 It is Kol's turn. He looks at each one of them. 'I don't know what to say. I loved her. I still do. I wish I could bring her back. Witches of New Orleans can always come back, but she got herself in a situation that she can't come back now. I wish she was here with me. I loved her, she was the first girl I ever fell in love with' he says and some tears escape his eyes. 'She made me feel things I've never felt before. It started as a game, as some fling. But it became much more to me, to both of us. We became something that many people could be jealous of. We went and lived together, and we had a good life. And I hate how bad our last moments together were. I wish I could fix that.' he says and he looks down.

 Marcel is the last one to talk. He takes a deep breath, and looks at the rest of the people there. 'Davina was a person we all loved. She was my family. She was your friend. To me, she was a daughter. The moment I saw her fighting for her life, she reminded me of myself. I saw myself in that young girl, who just didn't accept being slaughtered, like the rest of the girls. She was brave. She' he stops for a second, as his voice breaks. He tries to stop the tears, and starts talking again. 'She had grown into this strong, independent, beautiful woman. She didn't need me anymore. And even if I would forever think that she was my responsibility, I was happy for her. She didn't need me, or anyone else. She was strong enough herself. And I was, and still am so proud of her. She's gone now, but she will always stay with me, in my head and heart. I'll always think of her, as my family, my daughter. And I couldn't be happier for getting to know her' he says and Josh looks at him and smiles sadly. Marcel turns at Kol, and the rest of them. 'I'll never forgive Freya and Klaus for what they did. Or Elijah. But I know she wouldn't want them to die, even if every nerve in my body wants to kill them, I won't. She will be at peace like that. And she deserves that, more than any of us.' He looks back at the grave. 'She was an angel. And maybe not biological, but she still was my daughter.' He puts his hand on the headstone and sighs. 'Rest in peace, Davina' he says and he looks down. 

 Camille looks at them, and sighs. 'I need to go, I'm sorry' she says and Marcel looks at her. 'We were going to Marcel's for a bit, don't you wanna follow us?' Josh asks and she nods. 'I want to, but I need to be somewhere. Drink a glass for me too' she says and after saying goodbye to everyone, she looks at Davina's grave for a second and then she leaves the cemetery.  

This is the 38th part. Hope you like it!!<33