HER LOVE • davina claire

39.

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Aleksios P.O.V:

Patience has never been one of my families biggest virtues, so going through boxes of documents on the supernatural community for some names was slowly but surely ticking me off. If this wasn't for my family, I would have left a long time ago and when I think about shutting the book and going to a bar for a drink, 'Always and Forever' flashes in my mind and I suck it up and keep going. At least the pain in my chest is gone so I assume that they stopped whatever they where doing to him.

"Marcel, here’s another name from our list: Brynne Deveraux. Says here she drowned herself some twenty years ago. Do you recognize the name?" Elijah asks and I look up from my book and to Marcel.

"Brynne? Yeah, yeah, we used to hang out." He tells us and he smirks and I groan, already knowing his next words. "Knock around a bit." I gagged and went back to my book.

"You can spare me the details, please." Elijah says in his usual stiff manner.

"You do realise that 'Brynne'," I start, looking at Marcel and using air quotations when I said the name. " was actually Celeste." I finish off my sentance and at his disgusted face, I smirk.

"She used to do some spells for me now and then. Girl had power. Cursed a whole pack of werewolves just because they were pissing me off. Speaking of, what do you think Klaus is gonna do when he finds out that you left him to suffer while you saved Hayley and her wolf friends?" He says, effectively changing the subject.

"Let’s avoid discussing matters that are not your concern, shall we, Marcellus?" Elijah suggests and I nod and add on.

"Let's." I say, not comfortable with the current subject.

"Oh, come on, Elijah. I got guys all over this city. You honestly think that I don’t know that the Crescent wolves had a little family reunion out at the plantation last night? Thanks for letting the house burn, by the way. Good riddance! But my question is, what’s Hayley doing with that bunch?"  Marcel questions and I sigh.

"Marcel, I’m aware of your history with the city’s wolves, and I assume you understand that if you lay a finger upon Hayley, it will be the last thing you do on this earth." Elijah threatens and I roll my eyes. Like mama-wolf needs protecting. She's got toxic werewolf teeth and she could hold her own against me for a while. I tried to kill her in Mystic Falls when I found out that she was the one who helped Tyler to break his sirebond to my brother but when she fought back, I let her go out of respect. Nik wasn't very happy with me but I just rolled my eyes at him and told him that I love him.

"I see I hit a nerve. And just when we were getting along." Marcel says and that's when I lost it.

"Enough!" I yelled, silencing them both. "Either you shut up or get out." I tell them and I go back to going through the records for the last name.

"We were right!" Elijah exclaims after a brief silence. I shut my book and Marcel and I walk over to my brother. "Every name upon my flesh signifies a witch who died by her own hand. All but one. Clara Summerlin."

"Ring any bells?" Marcel asks and I think back.

"None." Elijah answers.

"Nada." I pipe up.

"Okay, well, if she didn’t off herself, then how did she die?" Marcel asks and I raise my eyebrows at my brother, silently asking the same question.

"Influenza Epidemic of 1919." He answers and suddenly, the names tattooed on Elijah's body vanish and confusion floods through me.

"What in the bloody hell does a flu epidemic has to do with Nik and Bekah's capture?" I question, confusion lacing my every word.