Ava was known for running away.
What happens when she finally has to come home only to be met with the demons she tried to leave behind.
Ava O'Connell was ready to go for good, until one pretentious family got in her way.
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Ava couldn't help but feel guilty. It was her who doomed Rebekah mikealson to a fate worse then death.
A life of darkness.
Her body never started moving to signal breath, and the greying skin caressing the sibling only proved avas thoughts further.
It came to realisation that Esther mikealson was not killed during the battle between blood. Nor had klaus explained why not to the furious vampire son he had acquired or to the girl who just wanted relief.
So instead of worrying yet another attack would be performed on her by one of many mikealson enemy's- blood or blade -Ava stayed with the lifeless corpse of Rebekah to recall the last morsel of humanity Ava felt within herself.
She had watched death before.
She had been behind a knife. She had bared the brunt of curses- unknowing of course.
But it never subsided the fact at that moment; as Rebekah laid peaceful in her coffin, Ava knew her rest would be far from tranquil.
"So." A soft voice called down the room; notifying the girl who watched over the sleeping vampire.
Ava hummed a response, ignoring the concerned look she received from her sister. It suddenly made Ava self conscious, her hand quickly rubbing away any signs of whatever the hell she had just gone through away.
The bags underneath her eyes, however, still draped down her cheeks. And her skin no longer resembled the same peach complexion as it did previously; Instead her body shone a greyish white hue.
Silently, Camille walked further into the room and handed Ava one of the two glasses filled with bourbon.
The stench of alcohol immediately bubbled up a smile from the smaller oconnell, the liquid instantly touching her lips and gliding down her parched throat.
"You and klaus huh..." Cami chuckled as if she should have seen it coming. But when the words registered with Ava her eyebrows knitted together and the drink still lurking in her lips sprayed across the room.
"What?" Ava laughed, dragging her hand across her lips to get rid off the bitter stickiness attached to her skin.
"You two have been very close recently. Nights spent here..." Cami started, and instantaneously being cut of by Ava.
"Nights spent on the couch. Whatever happened before I basically died for the second time in my life- that was because I nearly died for the second time in my life. Nothing else." Ava informed her sister, resenting each negative word to leave her tongue.
Did she wish that it was something else? And if she did, surely she needed one hell of a reality check.
