BOOK #2
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Lili Salvatore had become something...empty. Sought and found all in one. The world seemed to begin and end in one pointless place after the dreaded town of Mystic Falls had chewed her up and spit her back out broken and lost...
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"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."
DAVINA CLAIRE WAS ALIVE. No thanks to the monstrous Immortal Hybrid, but rather to my power-hungry best friend, Marcel. Apparently he'd seen the signs I hadn't, making a backhanded deal with the witch, Sabine, for a protection spell.
And as such, Davina died. And then she lived.
The same could not be said for her sweet friend Timothy.
Josh was long gone, thankfully. Although it had taken him some convincing and a reminder that he was a kill-on-sight fugitive in Klaus and Marcel's eyes. I'd promised to keep him updated on anything and everything, programming my number into his phone before he'd left.
Tim's body...Rebekah said she'd take care of it, and for that, I was thankful.
I still stood in the "graveyard" as the Blonde Original had called it. I'd told her to go ahead, and take Davina home. If you could really call the compound that for the girl.
Rebekah had seemed hesitant to leave me. Rightfully so, given that there was no chance in hell I was going back to the compound tonight. Or perhaps in the near future. But she didn't know that.
Tonight...it had been eye opening. And not for the reasons I'd thought it would be.
Although I'd spent the day convincing myself Klaus would not go this far, it was not necessarily a surprise that he would. I knew who he was. I knew that, in the end, he would be willing to do whatever was necessary to get what he wanted or rid of any perceived threats. His paranoia would allow nothing less.
I was not surprised.
That did not mean I wanted to see him right now. Or forgive him for not only for taking that little violinist's life, but also the fact I bore witness to it.
Tonight had been eye opening for a different reason. And I had one burning question that settled with me.
Would it always be like this?
Would every day here be a circle of violence and dread? Would my children ever be safe? Here or anywhere?
Above all, that is what I wanted. For them to be safe. My burning desire.
It had taken a while, and it had taken work, but I could truly say that the lives of children outweighed any other. My children had to come first.
Would I raise them here? Where this graveyard I stood in existed, a foundation of dust, decay, and rot?
Would I raise them in Mystic Falls? Surrounded by danger and hypocrits?
Despite what I'd said, I would not take them away from Klaus. Not yet, at least. He deserved a chance to be there after they were born, a means to prove himself as a worthy father. That didn't mean I was unwilling to do so if he so much as harmed a hair on their heads.
