E p i s o d e 13 P a r t 1

Aleksios P.O.V:

"Lexie!" Is how I was rudely yelled awake by my twin brother. I sat up with a start and I saw him with a breakfeast tray in his hands, the smile on his face exactly like the previous morning: big and hopeful.

"Is shouting honestly necessary?" I questioned grogily with annoyance in my tone as I start rubbing my eyes in an attempt to clear it of sleep.

"Yes." He answered me bluntly. "Have you met yourself? How else was I suppose to get you up?" He asks me and I only gave him a glare in response - having not argument to what he said.

"Stop glaring. You don't exactly look threathening with bed hair and sleepy eyes." Nik tells me and I can see he is holding back a laugh. I drop the glare and I put my hair in a messy bun. My twin brings over the breakfeast tray and I immediately brighten up as I see what he made me.

"Pancakes!" I squealed and I gave him a quick, small smile as he handed me the tray with a chuckle at my excitement. Yes, I squealed. Don't judge, he makes the best pancakes ever.

"You have got to teach me how to make these." I tell him after I swallowed a mouthful. He nods and watches me eat with a happy and satisfied grin on his face. The rest of my meal is spent in silence, with the occasional slap on the hand to Nik as he tries to steal my food. The whole way through he was grinning like a mad man. In someways I suppose he is but I knew better. That smile, it was out of happiness. I knew it hurt him that I fell into my nearly comatose state and I feel guilty for that but I also know that he understands. After, Tatia I helped him through the nightmares of her death. He would think it was his fault but it wasn't, he didn't kill her - our mother did. I also helped him get over Aurora after we left the De Martel's. For a while, I thought he wouldn't get over her but this isn't the same as that. I felt pain the night we left but the next morning it was gone and now a week later he can still feel a dull ache as a result of the pain over her death.

"So," Nik started after he sped my empty dishes down stairs and got back into his bed besides me. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrows indicating for him to continue. " - we are going to church." He tells me and I snort.

"What for? After all the shit we've done down here, there's no way we'll get up there." I tell him in a teasing tone and I point heavenward with my index finger as I say the last part.

"It's for the re opening of St. Anne's." He says quitely and my heart gives a painful tug as I remember the time I spent there with her. I nod wordlessly and he wraps an arm around my shoulder and places a kiss on my forehead as I place my head against his shoulder and allowed myself to be comforted by my twin brother again.

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About an hour later my twin and I, along with Marcel, are sitting in the church. It's hard being in here but not as hard as I thought it would be. I took his hand as we entered the church and I haven't let go of it yet. I need something to keep me grounded or I would lose it. Father Kieran is holding the first mass since the massacre of his cousin. Appearently he was named Sean and was Cami's twin. According to my brother, Agnes hexed him.

Nik likes to gossip with me and this past week we had a lot of free time. He talked, I listened.

"Thank you all for coming. It means more than I can tell you. We gather today for the first public service of our newly reopened church. St. Anne's can finally once again be the heart of our community, where we can congregate as a people united. Here, this hour, we come together to praise God and give thanks. The events that took place at our church were tragic." Father Kieran started his sermon and I felt sympath for him. I had feeling towards other people, just not romantic feelings. Not like I feel about her. No one could ever compare. Since my realisation of just how deep my affections and feelings for her goes, I also realised that dead or alive - she would have my cold, dark heart. Where ever she may be. Always and Forever.

Kieran continues his sermon while the two dumbasses next to me start talking quietly.

"Problem?" My brother asks Marcel.

"No." The man in question answered his sire.

"Then pay attention. We're meant to seem like devoted parishioners." My brother tells him and I rolled my eyes at them.

"How about you both shut up?" I mutter sarcastically, effectively shutting them both up and we continue to listen to the father as he is still speaking.

"...and it is that hope in our hearts, and with the help of many benefactors, that allows us to be here today. So, we gather with renewed spirit, made stronger, committed to the ideals of peace and love. Amen." He concludes his speech.

"Amen." I say along with the rest of the church attendants, including Nik and Marcel.

After the sermon, myself, my twin and my adoptive brother went to talk to father Kiernan. Asking him to look out for Papa Tunde. That was when my brother go a call from Diego asking him to come to the compound because of witch problems. The three of us went home, not knowing what to expect.

Several scenarios went through my head but nothing could have prepared me for the suprise got. Papa Tunde's dead body. Now don't get me wrong, I'm extermely happy about this turn of events, I really am but this only leaves the question: who took him down? Currently, I am with Marcel and my two brothers in the compound, the eldest of whom is crouched down and examining Tunde's corpse while Marcel, Nik and I watch.

"Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass? A pipe, perhaps?" My twin asks sarcastically.

"You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah counters and I sighed.

"Okay, can we foucus on the situation at hand? Please." I ask them, slightly irritated with their antics. I love them to pieces but for the love of all that's good and holy, they are a handful.

"Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep." Marcel said, intervening.

"It's rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" My eldest brother questioned and I nodded.

"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Nik asks and I thought for a minute before I said something:

"Yeah, but what if they're trying to prove a point. Like maybe they have something even more powerful than him." I imput and the three males look at me thoughtfully. Before they could respond, the clacking of heels is heard and I don't need to look to know it's Rebekah. She joined us and looked at the body.

"Well, don't you look cheery. Listen to this- A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving a tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux." She tells us and my eyes widened and my heart stopped for a good second as I took in what she said.

"What?" My twin and I asked in unison but our voice tones were different. His was - dumbfounded and curious. Mine - a whisper filled with emotion and the one that stood out the most - hope. Bekah nodded at me with a sad smile and a sympathetic look on her face before continuing.

"The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle." She told us and I connect the dots in my mind. Luckily, I'm not the only one.

"Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back- kill the witch who took her place." Marcel said in a slightly optimistic voice and a smile grew on my face at the tought of her coming back.

"Fine." I say to him with a nod. "I don't care who I have to kill, I'll do it if it means she comes back." I tell him seriously and he looks at me with a suprised look. I don't blame him, not about the killing part but the getting Davina back part. I guess he doesn't know the extent of my feelings for her. I love her, and I'll do anything to get her back. Before either of us could say something how ever, Hayley returns home.

"I have a theory about who one of them could be. Celeste. I mean, it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us, she was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil is coming." The pregant wolf told us and my heart gave a painful sting at the mention of my Love's name and Hayley gave me and apologetic glance but I just waved her of. It's not her fault.

"First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores, now your murdered lover is back. This isn't witches attacking vampires. They're declaring war on us." Nik says and my eyes darken in anger.

"Fine, they want a war? We'll give them a war." I say in a dark and deadly tone. Those witches have pissed me off since we got in the city, and now there is no Davina to stop me and I know for a fact Nik won't stop me. I'll have to refrain from doing something that she wouldn't forgive me for. Although, they did kill her. But I don't know. I do know, I'll help my family and bring Davina back. God helps who ever stands in my way.

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