Mackenzie Mikaelson's life has never been easy. She's had to deal with a hybrid for a father, uncles and an aunt always being in and out of her life (thanks to her dad) and an ex boyfriend well let's not start on him. But she's here, she's arrived i...
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"Is she dead" I asked dad my voice horse from the lack of substance.
"No, you didn't kill her just knocked her out, she's downstairs in the cells" dad replied.
I stared at the wall in front of my. Five days, five days since I had last heard Alex's voice, since I last heard his laugh, since I last saw his smile, since I last saw his eyes. It was just an memory, a memory that was slowly staring to fade.
"The Salvatore are doing a funeral tomorrow for him you don't have to go sweetheart but I thought you should at least know" dad said gripping my hand trying to get a reaction out of me.
"I'll go" I replied tears prickling at my eyes.
"Your not alone Mackenzie" dad whispered placing a kiss on my forehead before walking out.
If there was a funeral that mean his death was final, that I really wouldn't see him again. Was I ready to say goodbye for the last time.
Flashback: New Orleans 1870
(Third person)
"Please, please, please tell me your going to look for him" Rebekah pleaded her niece.
"Look for who."
"The insanely good looking mystery guy from last night."
"Oh" Mackenzie thought about she never had, had a love before her aunt had many but yet she never opened her heart. But for once she was going to follow her heart damn the consequences "sure why not."
So dressed in her favourite blue dress (which matched her eyes perfectly) Mackenzie and Rebekah went into town.
"Do you see him" Rebekah whispered into Mackenzie's ear.
"No" she whispered back her eyes flickering throughout the town square "what happens if papa find out."
"He won't."
"But-"
"He won't" Rebekah said more firmly she was not letting her elder brother ruin this. Mackenzie sighed her eyes scanning the crowd once more when she finally saw the mystery man, his back to her looking at a fruit stall. Without realising it her feet carried her forward until she was standing behind him, leaving her aunt to watch.
"I heard plums are nice this time of year" she knew it was a stupid thing to say but yet she couldn't help herself. It was like every time she was around him her mind went blank.
