Syn

After Queen's departure, I had no idea what to do with myself. I was feeling more than I could handle and I needed a distraction. Fast. I went to the nearest bar in the underworld and drowned myself in liquor.

I didn't know how much I drank, but it was enough that I couldn't see past a few feet without focusing my vision. The only reason I drank more was that I could still distinctively make out the voices chattering around about me.

"He's alive?"

"Is he going to kill us?"

"What is he doing here?"

I turned in my seat and raised my middle fingers to the seated guests in the bar. "Fuck off all of you!"

They quickly silenced themselves and I turned back to my drink. I laid my forearms on the table and stared down into the golden concoction that was supposed to get supernaturals inebriated. I didn't think it would work, but here I was going crazy.

Queen truly pulled a number on me. What was I thinking begging her to stay with me? I didn't think she truly loved Dimitri at first, but how could she watch me die in front of her yet choose him? It had to be for love or power, maybe both.

I planned to help her but it seemed like that was the furthest thing from her mind. In my head, I had cursed her, called her every single name in the book thirty times...yet I was still stuck on her.

Fuck her. Truly.

I would've loved to throw my hands up and give up every feeling or memory I had of her, but life was shitty. And it would make me relive images of her over and over again.

"Excuse me?" Someone said from beside me. I squinted as I glanced in the direction to see a woman with sunglasses and a black leather jacket on. Her hair was dark as night and she gave me a wide grin. "Is this seat taken?" She asked nicely.

I shrugged and she took a seat beside me. I glanced around at the multiple chairs surrounding us and frowned that she had chosen to sit next to me. "Why did you sit here?" I muttered as I picked up my glass.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" She asked.

I scoffed and shot her a "really" look. "Let's not do that. I don't know you."

"Got it," she said with a small laugh. "And I chose to sit next to you because you seemed lonely."

"I prefer being alone."

"I'm not sure that's true," she argued. I rolled my eyes and I felt her eyes on me, studying me. "What is it that brings you here? Heartbreak, death, or unemployment?"

"What?" I asked.

"It's usually one of the three, isn't it?"

"Fuck if I know," I mumbled.

"You can talk to me," she said. "I'm just a stranger anyway, you'll never see me again. Isn't that what people say? It's easier to talk to a stranger? I mean-"

"You talk a lot," I said with a grimace as my head began to ache.

"And you don't talk enough. I'll shut up if you speak."

With a sigh, I ordered another drink and confessed everything to her. I told her about my death, my daughter dying, my memories...every single problem I've had these past few weeks, was loaded onto the poor woman.

"Wow that's a lot," she said as she sat back.

"Yup," I nodded. I glanced at her and noticed no drink in her hand at a bar and I frowned. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I shouldn't..."

Before she could finish, I snapped my finger to signal the bartender and he came to me. "Yes sir?"

"One of these for the lady, please," I said as I dangled my drink. He looked in her direction and then back to me with a confused look.

"Another one of those drinks?" He asked.

"That's what I said."He paused before nodding and turning back to the bar. "What's your name again?" I asked. 

"Again?" She laughed. "You never asked my name."

"Well, what's your name then?" I asked flatly.

"Xavia," she said.

"Xavia," I repeated slowly. "That was her name too, my daughter."

"Oh really?"

"Yup," he said. "She chose it herself."

"I mean it is an amazing name," she said with a giggle. "Tell me more about her."

"About Xavia?"

She nodded and I took a deep breath. "Well she was beautiful, funny...she could be pretty annoying but it was cute. She was the best thing that ever happened to me," I said.

"I'm sure you and her mother were the best things that ever happened to her," she said.

I glanced in her direction and my head spun as I took in my blurry surroundings. I blinked a few times and looked back at my drink to focus. "I'm not sure about that. She died. We couldn't protect her."

"I don't think she'd see it like that."

"Well, now we'll never know," I whispered.

"You want some advice from me?" She asked.

"Not really, but I have a feeling you'll tell me anyway."

"This girl...Queen, you said. Don't let her go so easily, you know?"

"I didn't," I said. "I tried to-"

"Try harder, Syn," she ordered. "She doesn't seem like the type of girl to do things for no reason."

"She has a reason, she loves him."

"She doesn't."

I turned to her and raised a brow. "How do you know?"

"Because I can see the future," she whispered.

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"No," she said as she burst out into laughter. "But you should've seen your face." I smiled and shook my head as her laughter died down. "I just know some things. My mother loved my father, the way your Queen loved you. Don't let that go, no matter what."

I nodded at her words and she sighed. "Promise me something?"

"What?"

"Don't give up on her and take her on like one hundred dates," she said.

My head throbbed at her request and I squinted my eyes. There was something familiar about the woman but I couldn't place it in my drunken state. I turned to look at her one more time, but I swayed in my seat.

I almost fell but I grabbed myself at the last moment and took a deep breath. "You should go freshen up in the restroom," I heard her say.

I nodded and stood up on wobbly feet as I led myself to the bathroom. The world looked upside down as I took slow steps, but when I finally made it, I walked to the sink and washed my face.

The night started shitty, but thankfully I was feeling somewhat better. I suppose I could give the credit to...I furrowed my brows as I looked in the mirror and my vision became clearer.

Xavia...

I didn't get a great look at her...but that voice...her voice. How didn't I recognize it?

I ran out of the restroom and pushed through people as I rushed to my seat. She was no longer there and I hurriedly turned to the bartender. "Where is she?!"

"Where is who?" He asked as his eyes widened.

"The woman I was sitting with, the one I ordered a drink for!" I yelled impatiently.

"Umm that's the thing, sir, you ordered the drink for nobody. You've been talking to yourself all night."

"Are you trying to fuck with me?" I asked as my jaw clenched.

When the man made no effort to speak, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and extended my fangs. "Where the fuck are your cameras?!"

He shook his head quickly and held his hands up. I heard the guests around us scream as they ran out of the building and I glared at him. "We can't show that footage to anyone without-"

I snapped his neck and the screams in the bar increased as I hopped over the bar and walked to the back. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a bald man sitting in front of a desk and his eyes widened as recognition passed his face.

"If you don't want to die, I suggest you show me your camera footage from the past hour."

"Y-you got it, Mr. SinClaire." He sat up as his hand moved to the computer and I walked to the desk beside him. He rewinded to two hours ago and I saw myself sitting at the bar.

"Skip forward a few minutes," I ordered.

He did as I said and I looked at the screen intently. I was still sitting alone but as my eyes moved back to me, my mouth was moving. I occasionally saw myself turn to my side as if someone were there, but no one was.

Could I have imagined it all? Could my grief have created a vision of my daughter that wasn't there?

She seemed so real.

She did. If it was a part of my imagination, I should've seen her wearing clothing that I'd seen her in before but I didn't. She also should've been a baby, but she wasn't. The only alternative that came into my mind was a ghost...but how did she sit down?

There was only one way to confirm if she was here, or if it was in my head. It was a horrible thing to do but I saw no other way to figure it out. Besides, I could prove it to Queen this way...

I needed to dig up my daughter's grave.

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Author's Note
This is serious but like, all I can imagine is Syn talking to himself😭

Umm well, I don't really have an author's note for this besides...what the fuxk. What do y'all think is going on?
Was that really Xavia? If so, why did no one see her?
How will Queen react to this? Will Syn even tell her?
Lmk your thoughts✨