GET SOME TISSUES IF YOU CRY EASILY BECAUSE YOU ARE EMOTIONAL LIKE ME.

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After Elijah and Hayley arrived home, Marcel left. We all migrated to Hayley's bedroom and she hasn't let go of her daughter yet. Not that I blame her, I wouldn't either if I were her. Elijah then told us what happened after Nik and I left. Right before Hayley killed Genevieve, thank God for that, she told the Hybrid-in-transition and my eldest living brother that our mother is the one that ordered to have Baby Mikaelson killed. Currently, my brothers and I are still in Hayley's room while she is in the nursery, which is located right off her bedroom.

"We should have felt our mother's hand in this. We should have known she would not be bound by anything as obvious as death. And now she has control of the witches. They will never stop." My twin commented. He may have looked calm but I could see the anger burning in his eyes. But I could also see fear, fear of losing the only thing he's cared about except for us. His family.

"No." Elijah agreed with Nik.

"I sincerely wish that the vision about your daughter bringing end to all witches, comes true." I say frustrated, running my hands through my hair as a sigh escaped my lips. I was so tired of all this fighting. I just wanted to live with my family and my Love but that wish seems to be impossible. I guess this is all of our sins of the past thousand years catching up to us.

"And what of Davina?" Elijah questioned me.

"I'll turned her." I answered him with a shrug. "But on a serious note, the fight may be over but now we have to deal with the aftermath. The witches will strike back."

"Nor would I expect the Guerrera wolves to back down. Hayley and the child are wolf royalty, and as such, they are a threat to Francesca's claim to the leadership." My twin told us and I sighed heavily once again. "They will never be safe." He remarked sadly and pauses for a beat. "What was it you said to me earlier? That I have made enemies every day of my miserable life? Well, the worst of them are within these borders, brother." I looked at Elijah and I wanted to say something encouraging but I was to tired. Elijah sighs in frustration, clearly feeling guilty.

"I thought this was the war, but I was wrong. The war is still coming." I informed my two brothers, concern welling up in my chest as I thought of Davina that is out there. I know that we need to talk but if anything happens to her again, I won't survive it.

"And I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against me." My twin said sadly and my heart gave a painful tug.

“And I have Davina. She can take of herself but at the end of the day she is still mortal.” I told them, worry blooming in my chest and the fear gripping my heart got worse and worse. Fear of losing the love of my life. She keeps me anchored to the world, she keeps my humanity in check and my sanity at bay.

"Then we will arm ourselves! Brother, we have fought every adversary in this town, and we have won. And we'll fight them again, no matter who they are! We will make this home a fortress." Elijah tells us and I shook my head in denial.

"I will not have her live her life as a prisoner." Nik said with a lowered voice volume. I didn't know what to say to either of them. Nik is right. What is a life worth living if you locked up?

"Then we leave here, together. All of us." My eldest living brother suggests and my head snapped to him, there was a glare on my face that made him take a step back.

"We've run for a thousand years from Mikael, Elijah. I'm tired of running. I want to stay here. This is our home. And, yes, there is some things that Davina and I need to work through, but I still want to be with her. I want to build a life with her. And someday, I want to marry her. And that won't happen if we leave." I tell my dark haired brother seriously.

"Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us! They will hunt her. She has inherited all of our enemies with none of our defenses." My blonde brother tells Elijah, agreeing with me.

"So, whether we stay, or we leave-- we condemn her." Elijah concluded and I nodded sadly as a tired sigh escaped my lips.

"There's a third option. I grew up in a warzone." Hayley's voice said and I looked at the new mother and she had my little niece in her arms, she looked like a wreck but right now I don't blame her. "My parents thought they could protect me. But, in the end, they were slaughtered, and I spent my childhood alone and unloved." She looks down at her daughter with love and smiles at her, while trying to hold back tears.
"I made a promise, to my baby, and to myself, that she would not grow up like I did. That she would grow up safe, and loved. And yet, here she is, on her first day in this world, with a grandmother who is bent on sacrificing her-" My anger flares as I thought about my mother, even in death, she's still screwing us over." Hayley starts to stutter as she cries. "-and a-a mother who has to drink the blood of her own baby to survive transitioning into a hybrid. And I'm the one who loves her the most." We all just look at her, saddened and devastated by the current situation. "I think the only thing to do is... send her away... while we stay behind and clean up the mess that we've made." The new Hybrid in transition concludes and the wheels in my head starts spinning.

"No! This is insane. You heard Genevieve- so long as she lives, that baby will be hunted." Elijah objects to her suggestion. I hear my twin stand up but I continue to think on a way to help the baby.

"Not if no one knows she lives." Nik and I say in unison, clearly having the same idea. I look at him and we nod at each other.

"What is it you intend to do, twins?" Our dark haired brother questioned, clearly confused.

"Whatever it takes to save our family." My twin replied to him.

"Just like we always do." I added on to my twin's words. Already having a plan in my head.

***

Later on, Elijah and I watched as Nik drove a wedge in between Cami and himself - it was part of the plan but even then, I couldn't help but feel bad for him, I knew he liked her more than he would admit. And now he has to say goodbye to his daughter to.

"This is going to be hard for him." Elijah said what I already knew.

"I know," I told him, nodding my head. "But I'll be there every step of the way, helping him and holding him. However long it takes." 

"Did Marcel play his part?" My eldest brother asked my twin when he sped stairs to us - after Cami left. The three of us walked to Nik's bedroom while taking.

"He managed to locate a stillborn baby in a hospital in upstate Louisiana." Nik answered him gravely, avoiding both of our eyes. But I didn’t need to see his eyes to know that he is hurting.

"I trust he agreed to the terms." Elijah mused and we both nodded at him, entering my twin's room.

"He has agreed to allow me to compel him to forget what he knows of my child. In exchange, he wants vials of my blood." My brother answered quietly, the reality slowly but surely starting to set in. He would have to let his new born daughter go.

"And for us to leave him in peace so that he can live his life." I added on softly before turning around and leaning with my arms on the railing, looking at the skyline.

"The witches will have to believe this. Soon, that fourth Harvest girl will resurrect. The coven will rebuild. If they sense that your child lives, they will hunt her." Elijah tells him, making me sigh heavily.

"The witches will buy what we sell. We just have to sell it properly." Nik's voice was firm and confident. I turned to them

"Yeah, they may be powerful, but they're not very bright upstairs." I said, gesturing to my head and widening my eyes for effect. "Take how Kol and I fooled them into doing our biding as an example." The three of us stand in a long moment of silence and I returned to my position by the railing of the balcony.

"Well, then, all that remains is to say goodbye." Elijah tells us and a wave of emotional pain rippled through me from his words and I knew it wasn't mine. I glanced at Nik and he nodded, indicating that he is fine for now and that he doesn't need me yet. I knew to give him space and that he will ask for help if he needs it.

"They will be watching us. All of them. The four of us leaving together will draw too much attention. Lexie and I will go alone. Take your mourning public when we are gone." Nik told him in an emotionless voice.
 
"I don't imagine that will be too difficult. Grief, after all, is grief." My dark haired brother said, his voice tone sad and I know his heart is hurting to. We all grew to love the baby and got used to the idea of a little one that will run around the house. I even look forward to it.

"You know," I started, still staring at the skyline. "Before, when Nik daggered you, I was never sad or hurt. I knew I'd see you again. But now..." I trailed off, swallowing thickly as tears threatened to escape my eyes. "I know I'll see her again, but why does it hurt so damn much? She's not even my child and it hurts like hell to let her go."

The three of us stood in silence for a while, trying to process the fact that baby Mikaelson is going to be gone for a while. A long while.

"In what world will she be safe without her father? Who can protect her better than we?" Elijah asked my twin, not really sure to who he would entrust his daughter to.

"There is one person." Nik and I said in unison, glancing at each other and sharing weak smiles as we both knew that there is really no one better to looked after the newest and tiniest addition of our family.

"Rebekah." Elijah gasped in realisation. The only response he got was a nod from me while Nik was quiet, finally coming to the realisation that he would have to say goodbye to his barely a day old daughter. And that, along with the fact that I couldn't take his pain away that lingered in my chest, put a lump in my throat that didn't want to disappear.

***

It was hours later and Nik and I was on country road, Nik sits on the hood of his SUV, holding his daughter and I was sitting next to him with my legs crossed as we waited for our youngest sibling while I glanced at the father-daughter duo next to me. We didn't talk and I didn't attempt to make conversation, I knew he wanted to spend the last few minutes with his daughter in silence. And I didn't mind one bit.

A car pulls up to us, and our blonde sister got out. When she sees us and her new born niece, she smiles. I gave her weak one in return. I still haven’t forgiven her for conspiring against my twin with Marcel to take him down, but her looking after Baby Mikaelson is a huge step in the direction to gain my forgiveness.

“Hello, sister.” Nik greeted our blonde sister. She glanced at me with hopeful eyes.

“Hey, sis.” I greeted her and she beamed. I didn’t talk to her at all after she left, she sent apology text though. “Thank you for the letter.” Her smile widened when I opened my arms. I hugged her tightly and she did the same. When we pulled apart, she turned to Nik and the baby. She gently touched her new born niece, and stares at her in wonder.

“Oh, she looks like her mother.” She smiles and I grinned. “Maybe there is a God after all.” Despite the sadness of the situation, I snorted in amusement.

Nik laughs, “Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That's all me.”

"And me. I mean, we are twins after all." I commented and we chuckled. It was quiet for a few seconds, and knowing this was the last seconds in which we would see Hope for a long while, we enjoyed it.

“I need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell.” My twin tells Rebekah seriously and I nodded.

“I’ll ask the Spirits.” I told them and Nik shot me a grateful look to which I gave him a small smile. I didn’t know if they’d agree through, they are not fond of my brother but Hope is an innocent little baby – whose only problem was being born into our cursed family.

“I'll get one just to be safe.” Rebekah assured him.

“No one can ever find her.” He stated firmly and a little bit desperately. I shot him a look, but he avoided my eyes – knowing that I’ll have the answers to whatever I want to know with just one glance.

“I know what to do, Nik.” The three of us look at the baby. “Perhaps we'll get a white fence. I think that would be lovely.” I chuckled lowly. Rebekah has always wanted a baby of her own and although this wasn’t her baby, but it was close enough. I could see it in the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at Hope.

“Want to say goodbye?” My twin asks me, his voice barely above a whisper, trying to extend his time with her and I nodded. He handed to little bundle to me and I looked into her eyes.

“Never in my thousand years of live would I have expected the city I once called home to give me something to live for, to fight for. But it also gave my twin something to live and fight for: you. You brought us together, our entire family – what’s left of it anyways – and made push all of our differences aside and work together to protect you. And now, to continue doing so, we have to send you away. But don’t fear little one, you will return to us. We will be a family again. You will be dearly missed while you are gone.” I whispered to her, gently rocking her in my arms.

Nik holds up the baby to get a last look at her before she leaves with Rebekah, and lowers his voice to a whisper as he says goodbye and I look away as a gesture to give him privacy but I listened to every word, “This city would have seen you dead. But, I will have it your home. And every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down, just as sure as my blood runs in your veins.” The devastation in his voice was as clear as daylight – ironic considering it is night time.

“You will return to me.” My twin promised her and I looked back just in time to see him
kiss his daughter on the forehead and the cheek gently and tenderly before handing her to his sister. Then, he gives Rebekah and the baby the tiny wooden knight that he carved for Rebekah a 1,000 years ago, which causes Rebekah to grab his hand and start to cry. Tears welled up in my own pair of blue orbs as well.

“In spite of our differences, Rebekah, there is no one, besides Lexie, I would trust more with my daughter's life.” He admitted in a soft tone and I smiled. Nik hugs Rebekah and kisses her on the cheek. “Be happy, sister.”

Rebekah smiles gently, “She will be happy, Nik. I promise to both of you.” We smile at each other. “What's her name?” She asked and I looked at my twin in curiosity. In the months that passed, we never once talked about baby names.

Nik pauses for a moment, giving me a glance but still avoiding my eyes. “Hope. Her name is Hope.” I smiled softly and Rebekah came over to give me a sideways hug before

"How fitting. She is, after all, our family's Hope." I immediately notice as he starts to cry and I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly. Rebekah leaves to put the baby in her car, and I watch over my twins' shoulder, shedding tears of my own.

Later on, I was sitting next to Nik as we were driving back home. There was a debate in my head as I looked at the city light that I could see from the car. I didn't know what to do. Should I lie to Davina, or should I tell her the truth about the baby. I don't want to lie to her, but do I need to?

And although she helped me form a plan to save baby Mika- sorry, Hope, she still betrayed my twin. And what is to say that she won't do it again as soon as Marcel comes running to her for help? I sighed heavily as I rested my head against the window.

"You can tell her if you want, you know?" Nik's voice said from next to me and I looked at him, surprised. "I know you wouldn't like lying to her."

"You trust her enough to let me tell her?" I asked him, wide eyed.

He snorted, "No, I don't trust her at all. But I do trust her love for you. And I trust that she loves you enough to be able to keep the secret."

I huffed, "Look how that turned out." I was referring to her helping Marcel and Nik knew that I was. Nik sighed heavily.

"I need you to listen, because I'm only going to say this once." He started, glancing at me and I gave him a nod to continue. "I don't like Davina and I know she doesn't like me. I doubt it would ever change. That's no secret. But believe me when I say that girl loves you. And I mean, loves you. Not the stupid kind that last two days or two years, but forever. I've never ever seen anything as beautiful as the love that you two share. And, yes, she helped Marcel. But when she saw you, lying there, dead because of something that she did, she was devastated. And earlier today, when you were unconscious, she would barely let me come near you and she wouldn't leave you alone for a second.

"I know you love her, Lexie. I see it in the way your eyes light up, or how you two gravitate towards each other when you are in a room together. Or in the way you would smile when someone mentions her, not to mention how you protect each other." He turned to me once more. "Don't let her go because she made a mistake." I sighed heavily but didn't say anything as I thought over his words.

We sat in silence as he continued to drive and when we drove pass the 'You are now entering New Orleans' board, I took out my phone to text my Love.

Me: We need to talk.

Davina: Where?

Me: St. Anne's. Half an hour.

Davina: See you there.

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There you go, folks. That was the last chapter of season 1. Ngl, I cried writing these last two chapters.

However, there is still the epilogue left.

And so, what do you think Aleksios will decide?

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-Mixie