Aleksios P.O.V (Unless otherwise indicated.)

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It’s been six months.

Six months since little Hope has been sent away from us for her own safety and six months since Davina and I have started working on our problems. It wasn’t easy, I spent most of my time with my twin but when he slept, I snuck out and we met up at our Café or the apartment in the city I got for us to live in. We haven’t moved in together because my brother needs me. Our time together ranged from a half-hour to three hours at a time; me being reluctant to leave my brother alone. She has been very patient and understanding with the whole situation. And it made me love her even more. I’m not sure how that is possible but it does.

A lot has happened in the past six months. Davina started school again and left the coven right after she basically told them to go fuck themselves. I was very proud that day and showed it to her that night in our apartment. Our relationship strengthened with each day that passed and we are happier than ever before. Don’t get me wrong, I miss my sister and Hope dearly, but something about being with my brunette beauty just makes me forget about all that.

In other news, there is also things that didn’t change. Nik remained cursed with being weakened as the Guerrera’s still drew power from him on each full moon – also weakening me in turn due to our bond but not as much as my twin. Davina tried helping us and I even asked the sprits but they refused to help him because they don’t owe him anything, pissing me off greatly. But what can I do?

The painful squeeze around my heart never lessened, some days it was worse and other’s it wasn’t. I tried to get Nik out of the house, even if it is to kill and murder but he refused. I couldn’t blame him even if I wanted to. Losing someone you love, it knocks you off your feet in a way you would never imagine before. I would know from personal experience and it’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

But even with all of these thoughts rumbling in my head, I couldn’t find myself to be the least bit unhappy. Not while my love’s naked body – save for the necklace I gifted her at the Feast of the Blessings – was pressed against my own. I sighed contently as the smell of strawberries and cream enveloped me. After about a month of Davina coming around the compound everyday, Nik said that she could just as well move in here. In a sense, she did. She brought over some clothes, a toothbrush and her shampoo – flavored strawberries and cream. Though most of her clothes, and some of mine, was in our apartment. More often than not, she would practice with her magic, asking me a question here and there. It was one of the reasons that me staying with my twin didn’t bother her so much – she used it to practice magic.

“Morning Aleksios.” I heard her sleep filled voice greet me. I thought she was still asleep, guess not. I gave the hand that was laced with mine a squeeze before returning her greeting.

“What’s the time?” She asked with a yawn. I unlaced our hands and reached behind me for my phone. After a few seconds of patting my hand against wood, I found the device. My eyebrows raised at the time, I didn’t think that after the night we had, either of us would be up this early.

“Seven-thirty-four.” I answered her and I felt her body relaxing. She must have had the same thoughts. I smiled and placed my phone back on the nightstand. She only gets up around eight and then she drives herself to school and I watch over my twin.

“You know,” She started, laughter in her voice and reaching blindly to take my hand in her own soft one. I helped her and she squeezed it in thanks. “I get a lot of curious and inquisitive looks from the people at school about the hickey’s you leave on my neck.” I laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder as an enormous sense of pride spread through me, coming from my wolf, before replying to her.

“You could always tell them that you burned yourself with a curling iron.” I suggested in a deadpan voice, indirectly telling her that the marks of pleasure I leave on her won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Like, ever as a matter of fact. I heard a burst off giggles leave throat, making that tingling feeling I feel around her intensify.

“Somehow, I doubt they’ll believe that.” The brunette beauty told me, her tone shining with happiness. I smirked and quickly used my vampire speed and strength to pull her under me and I trapped her in-between my knees, her hands pinned above her head in a lose grip. Lust and desire filled her eyes as our bodies pressed together, making my smirk widen.

I leaned in, making her heartbeat speed up more than it already was. “Well, in that case, love, I guess we’ll just have to make it more believable.” I didn’t give her time to reply as I attacked her soft lips with my own, already planning on leaving some more marks – making it clear that she is off-limits.

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Hours later, Nik and I were sitting in his room – listening to Mozart's Requiem in D Minor K 626-3 on a record player while he furiously tries to stretch a canvas over a wooden frame for a painting and I was reading a book, glancing up at him now and again. All this waiting is eating at him. He wants to kill the werewolves but we can’t until we know who owns everyone of the twelve rings. I heard him tear through the canvas, like he’s done time and time again. I sped of the couch – that he made Elijah buy as I refused to sit on the couch that Genevieve paraded on naked – just in time as he angrily throws it all across the room, nearly hitting me in the chest.

“AGHHHHHH!” Nik, overwhelmed with frustration, yells at the top of his lungs.

I threw him a sour look, “Okay, twin, next time, why don’t you aim in the opposite side of me? It would be much appreciated.” I told him sarcastically and his lips turned up ever so slightly before dropping as I smelt our eldest brother entered the room, returning from his meeting.

I turned in time to see Elijah picking up the canvas that Nik threw – which nearly hit me – and examines it. “I suppose we shall have to call this your ‘white period’.” I snorted with a roll of my eyes, knowing that my twin will lose his temper with our dark haired brother very quickly just like he has the past six months.

“I'm missing a crucial color in my palette- that of my enemies' blood.” My blonde brother spat angrily and the pain around my heart tightened ever so slightly and I knew that he was thinking of my niece. Sadness and guilt filled me once more. Sadness, because I couldn’t fix what was wrong with my best friend in the whole wide world. Guilt, because here I was unimaginably happy with the love of my life and my brother was stuck in a abyss of sadness and heartbreak.

“Well, I recommend a Venetian red, with a dash of rust...” I rolled my eyes, knowing that Elijah joke with make my twin lose the last of his temper.

“It's been months! I've adhered to our plan: sit and do nothing, sell our grief. And now, my child is safely away, and another full moon is upon us - another night of pathetic weakness as the moonlight rings steal Lexie and I’s strength!” My twin yelled out in frustration and hurt.

“Nik, I know you are hurt, because I can feel it. But blowing up on Elijah won’t take it away and it won’t make you to feel better. You need to get your ducks in a row, because we can not go into this head first.” My voice was firm but not rude and I saw my twin calm down slightly, though he’s clearly still upset. I heard Elijah let out a breath of what I can only assume is relief.

When the blonde male spoke again, his voice was quiet, “The inertia is killing me. I need to act. I-I-I need- I need to spill blood.”

“I know, and believe me I want nothing but to do the same. However, we also need to be smart about it.” I told him. It was weird, me being the level-headed and responsible one in situations like this. I guess what I Elijah told me is true, Davina has ‘domesticated’ me. At least a partly.

“Well, then twins, you'll be pleased to know that I've located the last of the twelve rings forged with Niklaus’ blood.” Elijah informed us and my head shot to my eldest living brother.

“Then, it's time!” Nik and I exclaimed in unison, excited to spill the blood of the people that’s hurting us.

“And none too soon. I'm concerned about Hayley.” My dark haired commented and I rolled my eyes at him as I saw my with tense up at the mention of Hayley and starts sorting through his art as an excuse to turn away from our brother. I get why though, at every turn he got, Elijah has made a remark towards the newly turned Hybrid mother. She spends most of her time in bayou, walking around in wolf form. I joined her once and she invited me to accompany her again, I guess it had something to do with the fact that I haven’t pressured her in anyway, I was just there. And sometimes that can be enough.

But, when I returned home and half of the compound was nearly destroyed by Nik, I decided not to go out again.

“She looks well enough.” Nik said, trying to come off as indifferent, but I can see straight through his bullshit. He does care, but the dear Lord knows, we Mikaelson’s are very hard headed. I’ve often wondered, what would happen if Elijah didn’t come into the picture. Would Hayley and Nik have fallen in love? Would they have raised Hope together? Who knows, maybe they still could. You know, in the future.

“As well as one who had to give up her child to keep her safe, can look.” I added onto my twin’s words, giving him a sharp and meaning full look.

"She looks no better than you, brother. Now, if the two of you would treat each other as more than just..." He paused, looking for the right wording. "passing acquaintances-" He went on.

My dark haired brother got interrupted, "She has you for that." My twin retorted, the slightest hint of bitterness in his tone.

"And who, pray tell, does she share a child with?" I half regretted my words when I saw my twin flinch violently, but it needed to be said. He's not the only one hurting. Hayley is hurting to, if not more. The newly turned Hybrid had to endure death and then drink blood of her newborn baby in order to survive.

"Sadly, like the father of her child, she prefers to fight her demons alone." My brother noted. "But where you have Lexie by your side each step of the way, she has no one." I kept quiet at Elijah's words, knowing that everyone of them is true.

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I'M BACK PEOPLE! WHO'S EXCITED!!???

Now, now, don't get to excited. I can't update as regularly as last year when I started this. This is my senior and final year of school. Which means hard and a lot of work. But I promise that I'll try and update as often as possible.

Also, I want to ask your opinion.Would you rather have Hayley and Klaus be endgame or Hayley and Elijah? Please vote for your choice.

Hayley and Klaus.

Hayley and Elijah.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

-Mixie