E p i s o d e 12 P a r t 1

Aleksios P.O.V:

In life pain is inevitable. Whether it's physically or mentally. It's a part of life we can't avoid. Some people go around it but in the end, it catches up to you. As an immortal you simply grows numb to it but it's stil there. People say physically pain hurts the most but their wrong. It's the emotional pain. Being trapped in your own mind, over-thinking what you could have done. Blaming yourself and questioning about what could have been.

That's the worst pain.

I've been in emotional pain only a handful of times: when my father killed us, when my mother turned us into vampires and then surpressed my twin and I's werewolf heritage, when my brother and I fought out father, when Elijah almost killed us when we broke our curse and when Kol died.

All of that pain and yet nothing could compare to the anguishing hurt I feel over her death. It's more than hurting, it's like being drained of your life force, loosing the will to live.

It's been a week. A week since the night of the harvest and since the night I lost her. It was Nik who brought me home that night. Figures, the one always comforts the other if their in pain.

I haven't been out of bed since that night. I just lay here in bed, getting weaker day by day. I tried to get up but I just can't find the will to do anything. Everyone of my siblings tried but nothing worked. Not even my twin can do it yet. He will eventually. I know he will.

Speaking of, he hasn't left me alone since that night except yesterday when he went to do something he was needed for. I'm guessing it's important because he wouldn't leave me alone at all. He's been letting Elijah rule and take care of city while he takes care of me. Or tries too.

I haven't spoken either. Not having anything to say. After that night I cried until the next morning but then I stopped and I haven't cried since.

My twin just sits with me, or he reads for me and one day he painted. He gave up on trying to fix me after the first day. Now he just lets me mourn.

Now, he's just here for me.

Currently he's optimistically making me breakfeast. I don't know what good it will do but he's been in a spectacular mood since he came home from where ever he was. He'll probably tell me later.

Laying in the I decide to listen who of my siblings are home.

"I've never seen her like this before." Rebekah tells, who I'm assuming is my two brothers.

"It's like something inside her died or broke." Elijah pipes in.

"Something inside her did die. She made our sister feel and then she died. She made our sister care. Lexie is a thousand years old hybrid who has never felt like this before and now she's gone and Lexie has to deal with it. For the rest of her life. Which is forever. So yes, right now she's broken and hurt and fragile and she has every right. And even when she decides to get back up again, which she will, she'll never be the same again." My twin tells them and my heart stings. He's right. I do care about her. A lot. And I always will.

I tune out of their conversation and I listen to the city noises. Someone laughing, someone playing an instrument. Happy people. I'm not happy, I miss her. How long will it hurt?

"There she is!" I hear my brother's joyous voice say and I turn to him and I almost smiled. Almost. Standing there with a tray of breakfeast in his hands, with a big and hopeful smile on his face.

Yesterday when he was gone I decided that I'll try. I'll try to get up and start to do something.

"Which restaurant is missing a chef?" I ask him teasingly, my voice raspy from not speaking in over a week but it still earns me a beaming smile from him.

"Not one." He says in mock offense, walking closer to my bed. "This breakfeast was homemade by my fantastic self for the best twin sister ever." Nik tells me and if I had energy, I would have rolled my eyes at him. Only he can find a way to compliment someone and in the same sentance boast his own ego.

"Sit up." He says as he come stands next to my bed.

"I can't." I whisper, being to weak. My twin nods in understanding and places the tray on my nightstand. He gets in besides me and my body screams in pain, having not moved in a week. Nik then reaches over to the tray and brings it over to me. My veins pops and my throat burns as I smell the blood. I take the blood bag and I empty it. My brother hands me another and after it, I feel a lot better.

"Don't you want my food?" He asks, no offense in his words. He just really wants to know.

"Not today, no." I tell him honestly and he nods. Nik wraps an arm around my shoulder and I lean on his.

"How are you feeling? And don't say 'fine' because I felt the pain you where in that night and even now there's still an ache in my chest." He tells me knowingly and I let out a quiet sigh.

"Ask me tomorrow." I answer him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Very well." He agrees before adding on: "So, would you maybe want to do something today. I mean you don't have to, I just figured that maybe you'd want to get your mind of...it." He states and I think about it. What good has me thinking about it brought?

"Yeah, why not?" I ask him and I can practically feel him beaming that he got me out of bed.

"So..." I started. "Who'd you sleep with?" I question him.

"Can I have any secrets from you?" He questions exasperated.

"Can I have any secrets from you?" I counter and he chuckles.

"Good point." Nik admits.

"So, spill. Who was it?" I ask him, curious about who has him in such a good mood.

"Caroline." My twin says and I'm sure my eyes nearly fell out of my head.

"Well...it's about time." I say with a huff and he just chuckles at my choice of words. He gets up, takes the tray and walks to the door but turns back to me before he exits.

"Downstairs in five minutes." He tells me in a fake stern voice.

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After showering, because I smelled really bad, I got dressed and went downstairs. I listened so I could hear my brother talk, because my brother loves to hear himself talk.

"No. You'd rather sit wallowing in sorrow for your lost little friend." Ink says and I narrow my eyes at him, who the hell is he talking to.

"Don't push me right now." Marcel says in a threathing manner.

"I am sorry Davina is gone, okay? I'm sorry. But this mournful attitude is unworthy of you, and it's boring to me." Nik tells him and my eyes widen along with a sting in my heart at the mention of her name. Does he think the same about me?

"You tell Lex that too?" Marcel questions him.

"That's different." My twin defends in a quiet voice.

"How? We are both mourning." Marcel counters.

"She cared for Davina differently than you do." My blonde brother says and I would have smiled if it was any other situation but instead I have to take a deep breath to make the pain a little less and continue walking to the room.

"How can you be so empathetic towards her but such a dick to the rest of the world?" Marcel asks as I neared the room.

"We're twins." My twin and I say simultaneously as I enter the room. Both their heads snapped to me and their eyes widened.

"Hey, guys, we got a problem." Diego says behind me in a worried tone.

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READ THIS PLEASE!!!!!

Hey guys,

I'm back!!! I was planing on taking a longer hiatus because I deleted 20 pre written chapters on accident and I was really sad about all of that hard work going down the drain. Then I realised I made you wait to long enough, so, I decided to suck it up and write you guys a chapter.

I don't know how I will be updating now seeing as I don't really have anything written but I promise I will update as much as I can.

Anyway, on to other, better news: OVER 9K views guys. That is just AMAZING AND INSANE!!! THANK YOU GUYS SOOOOOO MUCH.

I appreciate it and it also helped to movitate me to write this chapter.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I know it's short and on the sad side but it needed to be done. Also, be aware. Lex is gonna be very murdery when Klaus is taken by the witches becaue neither her twin or her Love will be there to stop her.

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