There were only a few times in my life that I was ever truly scared. Any time spent with my mother was one filled with fear, but I got used to it over time.

No, fear like the one coursing through my veins right now is one that I try very hard to avoid. As my eyes land on Davina's weakened body, I recall what it feels like to be truly scared.

Marcel looked up with panic written all over his face. However, he relaxed a tiny bit upon realizing it was me. Although our phone conversation told me what was going on, I didn't have time to process how bad it really was.

The magic in Davina was becoming too much for her body to control. Sophie explained it as the four elemental stages of destruction.

According to her and everyone else in New Orleans, the only way to stop it was to finish the harvest.

Marcel knew that I was the only person who was willing to stand against the Mikaelsons in an attempt to save Davina's life. I didn't spend the last few months promising her safety only to hand her over to death.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Stable, for now. Olivia, they want her dead. You were right about putting her in the same place as the Mikaelsons. I never should have let her anywhere near them." Marcel replied.

I was about to reply when Davina started to awaken. Both of us ran to her side. I touched her forehead and frowned upon realizing she was burning up.

As she opened her eyes, it broke my heart to see so much fear growing inside of her. She didn't deserve all of this suffering. She was just a scared teenager.

"Hey, Davina. I guess your wish came true after all. Marcel and I are finally working together."

A weak smiled formed on her lips as she reached out for my hand. I held it in mine as I fought the urge to show the fear I was actually experiencing.

Davina never said it out loud, but I knew she always wanted for Marcel and I to get along. The fact that it took her being in danger to bring us together is what makes it all so saddening.

"Took you long enough." She mumbled.

She glanced at Marcel and held out her other hand. He held it the same way I did and our eyes locked. In that moment, it was clear that it didn't matter what we thought of each other or our species.

Marcel and I were connected through Davina, a kid that we were willing to die for without hesitation. Davina seemed to notice it too as her smile widened.

"I had a dream that Tim wasn't dead. He played a song he wrote for me, and he kissed me, and we were just normal." Davina told us.

Despite the joy she felt upon telling us that, it was obvious that it was a distraction from the pain and fear of her situation.

She was putting on a brave face for us, pretending not to be scared or worried about what's going to happen. I could tell since that was the same thing I did every time I reassured her about any trouble.

"That sounds like a beautiful dream... But it was just a dream."

My body froze as I heard Rebekah's voice from behind us. Marcel got up demanding for her to leave. She arrived a few minutes after me and I realized that she must've followed me.

My heart started beating rapidly at the fact that I put Davina in danger just like I always worried I would. Before I could think harder on it, Davina sat up abruptly as she started throwing up water.

I held her hair back as the worry within me spread. There had to be something that I could do to save her. Letting her suffer like this was unbearable.

"This is killing her." Rebekah said.

"I promised her I'd fight for her. I'm not breaking that promise." Marcel replied.

"No one's asking you not to fight. You and Olivia are the only family this girl has. You owe it to her to fight for her to live." Rebekah said.

A scowl formed on my lips as I got up and went in front of her. She preaches about how she wants to be my friend, but murdering a girl that's like a sister to me isn't going to help her case. Friends don't do that to each other.

Even someone as messed up as me knows that. Davina was the first person I trusted in a really long time. How am I supposed to let her die now?

"How is letting her get sacrificed in the Harvest going to help her live? The witches don't know if the resurrection part of the ritual even works!" I argued.

It was an old myth, something created to give hope when there was none before. The covens have already killed three teenage girls in an attempt to acquire more power and it backfired.

Sophie believes it because she has nothing else to fight for. The thought of her dead niece coming back to life is the only thing keeping her somewhat sane.

"She's already dying, Olivia. I'm sorry but burying your head in the sand isn't going to change that. You want to give her a fighting chance? Bring her to complete the Harvest." Rebekah replied.

She left the docks as my eyes filled with tears. My gaze returned to Davina who had stopped throwing up water. Marcel wrapped a blanket around her as I forced myself to sit across them.

I inhaled deeply as I tried to stop my hands from shaking. This feeling of being powerless was the one I dreaded ever since I could remember.

"It's okay. I'll die whether I do this or not. I mean, now the only option is if I take everyone else with me. If you look at it that way, it's kind of selfish not to do it." Davina explained.

My eyes closed as I released a shaky breath. I wish she'd ask me to take her away from here, because I would. I would do it in a heartbeat, no looking back.

Yet she was too selfless to let others die because of her. A trait that I didn't possess, not in that moment at least.

"It's not okay, Vi. We were supposed to protect you, we swore it to each other." I said.

"We failed in that. We couldn't keep you safe, no matter how much we tried." Marcel added.

Davina's eyes softened at our words and she swallowed a lump in her throat. No matter how much she tried, I don't think she'll be able to convince us otherwise any time soon.

Maybe if I hadn't been so busy hanging out with vampires, I would've been able to foresee this and stop it.

"You didn't fail me. If this is all I have... I've had a lot. I had Monique, and I had Tim... And I had people who fought for me since the moment they met me. Most people don't get that even if they live to turn a hundred. Liv, Marcel, I'm ready." Davina stated.

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Fire burned behind me and Marcel, who was carrying Davina. The rain did nothing to stop it, but it did leave us soaked from head to toe.

As we neared our destination, I saw the dead bodies of the Harvest girls and the Originals, Sophie and Hayley all there. And as Marcel let Davina stand, I went to Rebekah and Hayley who stood with umbrellas in the front.

They glanced at me and Hayley held her umbrella over me as well. I was too numb to even think about her gesture. My sole focus was on Davina.

"Do you believe in the harvest?" Sophie asked Davina.

"I believe." Davina replied.

The fear in her eyes as Sophie stood in front of her was almost too much. Yet I couldn't look away because she looked at me and some of that fear went away.

Before we got here, I told her to look at me if she was scared and that she should only concentrate on me. That I would be right there staring back at her. A ghost of a smile went over her face right before Sophie slit her throat.

Hayley gasped and looked away as blood spilled out of Davina's neck. Tears filled my eyes and threatened to spill out but I continued looking at her. My body shook as I wanted so desperately to look away.

As soon as Davina fell into Marcel's arms and closed her eyes, my eyes went to the ground. The rain stopped pouring but I couldn't focus on anything other than the image of Davina's sliced throat in my head.

Hayley put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it in comfort. I could tell she was worried, but I couldn't even look at her.

Marcel laid Davina's body next to the Harvest girls as Sophie prepared for the resurrection part.

"After the harvest, comes the reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie said.

My eyes were glued to Davina's body waiting for her to open her eyes. Yet she never did nor did the other Harvest girls. My stomach dropped as all my doubts came to life.

The resurrection wasn't working. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from breaking down. It wasn't as if I didn't expect this, but I still held out hope. For Davina.

"We call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones. Resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie repeated.

Nothing happened and that was when everyone realized that it didn't work. I stepped forward feeling their eyes on me as I crouched down to kiss Davina's forehead finally allowing my tears to fall.

The hole in my heart that was once filled by her was now even bigger because she wasn't there anymore.

"Please. I beg." Sophie cried.

She fell down to her knees in front of her niece Monique and started sobbing. I touched Davina's cheek one last time before getting up and moving backward.

My instinct was to leave this place as fast as I could and to never turn back. Yet just as I was going to do that, two arms wrapped around my shoulders. Rebekah on the left and Hayley on the right. Not used to their comfort, my entire body tensed at their touch.

But as each of them refused to leave my side, I felt myself relax only to be hit by a thousands bricks as I realized I couldn't run from my pain. A quiet sob left my mouth as I couldn't hold it in anymore.

The vampire and the werewolf comforted the witch until the crying stopped and the witch didn't feel anything but an empty pit inside her.