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braveclementine · 1 year ago

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That's a Fucking Tragedy Sweetheart

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I spent a lot of time with Seth over the next couple of days. He was a great kid, sweet to talk to, so energetic, and reminded me of myself when I was younger.

I had tried being friends with Leah, but she seemed rather wary of me.

"Say." Seth asked one day, the day before we were going to go hunting the wolves. "What's the tattoo you have mean?"

"It's a sign for a wolf pack." I responded truthfully. "It means family, inclusion, love, happiness, loyalty, and a sign of a bond."

"Sam Uley has one of those tattoos." Seth said.

I nodded, "Well Sam's family to me. Guys usually get it but Sam let me get one as his sister."

"Do you think maybe one day I'd get a tattoo like that?" Seth asked excitedly.

I thought about it. Harry Clearwater technically had the wolf gene. "It's possible. It really just depends. But you don't have to worry about it now. What comes will come and what doesn't is a gift."

"Is that a quote?" Seth asked and I laughed.

"Who told you I quoted things?" I asked with a laugh.

"I heard it mentioned." Seth frowned, "I don't remember who though."

I laughed again and we continued to talk.

The next day however, I was very nervous and Harry was too.

I had a stake in my jacket pocket alongside my lighter. Harry had given me a pistol, which I knew how to use. My own handgun was technically illegal as I was twenty-one, but I had also inherited it from Dad in his will so. . .

I dressed firmly in hiking boots, stretchy jeans, and a short sleeved T-shirt that showed my wolf scar from Paul.

"Why are you going?" Leah questioned as I got ready to ride with her father in the car. I looked up at her in a little bit of surprise.

"I have good eyesight. Hopefully I can track the wolves from their prints." I lied and told the truth.

"Oh." Leah said, frowning a little.

"I also have good aim when I shoot." That was a complete truth.

Leah seemed slightly impressed and then Harry called for me.

"I'll see you later." I said with a small wave. I headed towards Harry's car and got in the passenger seat.

We drove in tense silence until we got to the meeting point. Charlie seemed a bit disoriented to see me but when Harry said he'd brought me along as a tracker, Charlie was okay with it.

Me and Harry brought up the back of the group. I was certainly nervous, looking around every opportunity I got. The farther in we went, the more I felt like I was being watched.

"Harry, I think she's here." I muttered under my breath so he could barely hear me.

He nodded, "She's probably after Charlie."

Charlie turned around as we both stopped. I had gone to wipe away a wolf track, "Got something Harry?"

I looked up and shook my head, "No."

Once Charlie turned back, I scuffed dirt over the print.

The others were spread out, hunting rifles in hand. And I was just getting more nervous, hoping the wolves were nearby.

Harry and I continued steadily, continuing to look around. That was when Victoria jumped down behind Charlie. I raised my gun in sync with Harry and Victoria turned to face us.

Her red eyes circled on us and she was in front of us in an instant, knocking the guns from our hands, lifting both of us up by our shirt fronts. I kicked out, connecting with her face, but she didn't even wince, dropping Harry instead, keeping a hold on me.

And then the wolf attacked, her grip loosening on me, sending me down the hill. I stumbled to my feet, saw her behind me, and started to run.

I was not fast enough, I knew that, but the wolves were in the forest now too. I sprinted as fast as I dared, jumping logs and dashing around trees like it was second nature. Damn, I would've made a great vampire.

Victoria's arm caught me around the waist, knocking the breath of me as I was swept off my feet. I stared at the ground, trying to figure out why it was flying by so fast and then I realized that she had me thrown over my shoulder.

Damn, I shouldn't have agreed to go with Harry.

I thrashed in her grip until I felt my head slam into something hard. Ow. Fuck. Maybe a tree trunk? I wasn't entirely sure, all I knew was that my vision was starting to go black as I stared at the rushing ground.

With difficulty, I reached into my pocket, drawing out the stake, slamming it into her back. She arched, throwing me and I skidded along the ground, finding myself at the cliff end, looking down at the water.

I dug my fingers into the sand, stopping myself from falling before I found myself being hoisted up by Victoria. Sam skidded to a stop, his eyes on her and me. I was dazed. What in the world was happening?

I knew if I fell into the water, I probably wouldn't survive the fall. Victoria hissed, holding the stake to my throat and I knew I had to do something or she was going to get away. I clenched the lighter in my hand, bringing my arm up like I was going to try and push her arm away. She didn't stop me, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to. I smirked. The vampires kept underestimating me.

I set her arm on fire. She dropped the stake. Jacob lunged. Victoria dove for the water, but not before she pushed my chest hard, sending me flying over the edge.

I felt myself tumbling, falling my face upwards towards the sky. This was not good. If I wanted to survive the fall, I needed to land feet first. Sam changed from a wolf to a human, diving after me.

'You idiot' I thought 'What the hell are you doing?'

I hit the water, sinking faster than I thought I would. My back hurt like hell. My vision was blurry and everything slowly turned black.

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"DAVINA!" Something hot and heavy was pressing down on my chest like. . . like an iron bar. If the pressure was even harder it could probably snap my ribs.

I felt lips on mine, trying to breathe air into me, "DAVINA! Please!"

Was that Sam? Sam didn't sound like that. That sounded like begging and crying. Sam didn't beg or cry. Not my Sammy.

"Davina. . . please Davina." Water drops hit my face. . . no. . . they were tears.

The head fell down on my chest, "Please Davina please."

I coughed, water spilling from my mouth, opening my eyes painfully. Sam's head jerked up, tears had stained his face and he held my face in his hands. "Davina. . ." He was half laughing in relief. "Oh!" He pulled me upright against his bare chest to hug me.

"S-Sam?" I croaked out painfully. "What- where- what happened?"

"Victoria pushed you off the cliff." Sam said, pushing my hair back from my face. "I thought. . . I thought you drowned."

"Ow. . . I feel like it. . ." I muttered, gingerly touching my head, looking around. Jacob was working over Bella's body. "What-"

"She went cliff diving. Victoria took off in the water after her. A hurricane came in and she got caught up in some of the heavy waves." Sam said.

"Where's Harry?" I mumbled, "And the wolves. Victoria had Harry in her hold before she dropped him for me. Is he okay?"

There was fresh pain on Sam's face and he looked away. "Sam. . ."

"Harry had a heart attack. He's. . . he's dead." Sam muttered quietly.

I stared at him in shock and then burst into tears, "Oh! It's my fault. I should've stepped in front of him so she never grabbed him! I didn't realize. . . I forgot how old. . . I didn't know!"

"Davina, Davina stop, it's okay, it's not your fault." Sam said quickly.

"He's dead because of me." I sobbed. "It's my fault."

"It's not your fault." Sam said but I wasn't listening. I was hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe. How many people was I going to kill because of my stupidity. "Davina, look at me, breathe. You didn't cause Harry to have a heart attack. That was Victoria. You didn't know he had heart problems. This isn't your fault."

My fault.

Oh God, it's all my fault.

Oh God, why are you doing this to me.

How many more people are you going to make me kill. How many more deaths will be pinned on me?

Oh God.

I slumped forward into Sam's arms, losing myself as I hyperventilated. Sam stood, scooping me up into his arms.

Sam P.O.V.

I had no idea why Davina was reacting the way she was, but it scared me. Bella was conscious and I told Jacob I was going to hospital with Davina.

I kept muttering, 'it's okay' to Davina, but she didn't seem to be hearing me. She had completely freaked.

I had never seen her like this. She was always happy, as a kid, and now that I knew her. Always carrying joy around her, even after Carlisle Cullen left her to be sick for weeks. Because even when everything really bad ended a week after, she couldn't eat. She couldn't really sleep. She had constant headaches. But she stayed happy.

I wasn't sure how she had done it. I had only ever been with one person which was Leah. And when I imprinted on Emily and couldn't even see Leah's face, I knew I hurt her and I felt bad. But I couldn't stop it. I couldn't even see Leah's pain.

Davina's face was the first female face that I could see clearly in a while. Emily and Davina. And I didn't have those feelings for Davina. She had always been my best friend, my sister. That quirky attitude of hers and the relationship that we had.

I should've kept her away from Carlisle. Then this wouldn't be happening. But she had seemed so happy with him and all I wanted was for her to be happy. And so the bond had formed and now she was sick.

But this. This freaking out. The panic she had right now, I didn't understand that at all. She truly seemed to think Harry's death was her fault, even though she hadn't been the one to cause it.

And I started to wonder, as I set her down in the passenger seat of my truck, driving towards the hospital, what had happened before she had come here. It made me realize that she talked nothing about her past. And if she did, it was all the way back from when we were kids.

She didn't say anything about Kentucky. Nothing about the base her family had stayed on. She never mentioned her parents, never mentioned her brother Kol. She never talked about any friends she had made, any drills she might've partaken in. Her letters, when I went back to read them, were excitable, telling me about a guy named Azim. She didn't talk about him either. There was also her Uncle Josh who was very close with her family, and a young solider she had met whose name was Marcel.

But she didn't talk about any of those people anymore.

I remembered turning nineteen. My birthday was the last time she'd sent a letter. We'd gone two years without contact.

What happened in those two years before she showed up at Emily's house, looking almost unrecognizable. I honestly wouldn't even have realized it was her until she smiled that smile. She looked older, older than nineteen.

And it had taken me a moment because women's faces were usually blurry, unless they were older than me, like Sue or around the rez. The ones my age didn't have faces. I had panicked for a second, thinking maybe it was someone to haunt me. But it was just Davina. Just my sister.

"This is my fault." Davina muttered, her face in her hands. "Shit why the hell didn't I step in front of Harry? I should've known Victoria was going to grab him. Fuck I'm such an idiot."

Her entire body was shaking, tears cascading down her face. I didn't understand. What happened back on the base. This had to be a relapse of something. Something else was triggering this response.

"Davina, everything is going to be okay." I murmured. "This isn't your fault. No one blames you."

She looked at me and the look in her eyes scared me the most.

"Davina, sweetheart," I muttered, a nickname she had hated when we were kids and it was rolling off the tongue now, "It's not your fault. No one is going to blame you. You couldn't kill someone."

Her hands gripped the dashboard and she swallowed hard.

"Davina. . . did someone blame you for someone else's death before?" I asked, pulling up to Harry's house as it seemed she didn't need to be in the hospital anymore.

Davina swallowed, choking, "I- I can't. If- if I told you- you'd hate me. Please Sam. I can't- you can't leave me."

She was completely trembling now, her entire body shaking. It reminded me of when we got angry enough to transform. I stopped the truck, turning it off, and pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. "It's going to be okay. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere."

She took in a few shuddering breaths. We sat there for a long time. I comforted her while she cried quietly. "Sam, I can't stay in this house tonight. I have to go home."

"Okay." I whispered. "Okay Dav. I'll drive you back home."

She let out a final, shuddering breath, before climbing out of the truck. I walked up with her to the house.

"Hey Leah." Davina muttered and I saw Leah turn, going up the stairs. Davina shot me a guilty, apologetic look.

"It's fine." I muttered.

"I'll be back down in a few." Davina said, climbing the stairs.

Davina P.O.V.

I packed up the bedroom methodically. Seth watched me, tears falling down his eyes. "Do you have to leave?"

I turned to face him, trying not to cry myself. "Seth, one day, I promise to tell you everything. But for now, I have to go. I don't want to impose, not when. . . not now okay?"

I pulled him in for a hug and found that he was boiling hot. Oh dear, that wasn't good. I'd have to tell Sam when I went back downstairs.

"Will you come to dad's funeral?" Seth questioned.

I paused for a moment and choked out, "I- I'll try. I'm not. . . I'm not very good with funerals." I admitted softly. "I- it reminds me of my own parents funeral. I- I wasn't allowed to attend."

Seth was confused with that and asked, "Why?"

"Like I said, one day I'll explain everything. But. . . but I don't think I can come to the funeral. I'm sorry." I whispered.

Seth nodded. I touched his cheek softly and smiled. "Love you."

"Love you too." Seth choked out. "You're. . . you're like a second mom to me."

"And you're like a son to me." I ruffled his hair. "I'll see you soon."

I walked back down the stairs, following Sam out to his truck. He'd already shifted my motorcycle into the back of it, strapping it down. I climbed back into the truck.

Once Sam had pulled out I said, "Seth's boiling hot."

"I was afraid Harry's death might send him over the edge." Sam admitted, "I knew he would be one eventually. . . I just hoped he would be older."

"Yeah." I whispered, "What about Leah?"

"She can't. She's female." Sam muttered.

We spent the rest of the drive in silence and as he pulled up to the Victorian style house I said, "Sam. One day. . . I'll tell you everything. But it can't be now. I'm not ready."

Sam put a hand over mine. "I promise Davina. Whatever happened, whatever you went through, I'll stay by your side. Always."

I quirked my mouth into a small smile, "Don't quote my Harry Potter."

He chuckled, "You stole my line."

"You stole mine first." I pointed out and then sighed sadly. "I'll see you Sam."

I kissed his cheek, stepping out of the truck. Sam helped me get my motorcycle out of the car and then he froze.

"Sam?"

"Davina."

I froze now. The voice was musical, high-pitched, and female and I spun around quickly in shock, "Ali?"

Sam was still frozen as the vampire female and Alpha wolf male stared at each other in dislike. "I see you also have a werewolf hanging around." Alice said, wrinkling her nose.

I got angry, "Yeah, well it's none of your business anyways."

I took the motorcycle from Sam. "I'll see you later."

Sam nodded, eyeing Alice with dislike, climbing back into the truck, backing out, and driving away.

I rolled my motorcycle back into the garage, closing it, and heading for the house.

"You're mad at me." Alice stated, sounding unhappy.

"Um yeah." I said. "My kids just up and left me without saying anything. Oh, except Eddie who basically said Bella and I weren't good for the family."

"He said that?" Alice asked hesitantly.

"Yep. Let me see and I quote, 'You're not good for me Bella and Davina is terrible for Carlisle'."

"Oh." Alice said in a small voice.

I took in a deep breath. "Not to mention you kind've left us here defenseless against Laurent and Victoria. If it wasn't for the werewolves, we'd both be dead now."

"Bella said something about that." Alice admitted. "What exactly happened?"

"Laurent was looking for us to see if you guys had left us unprotected to see if Victoria could easily kill Bella to avenge James." I replied simply, pulling out carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, and stew meat to make a large stew for the werewolves.

"I got Bella to leave the field, stabbed Laurent with a stake, attempted to set him on fire. Luckily the werewolves showed up and tore him to pieces. And then earlier today, I was out with Harry and Charlie and some of the other guys on a fake hunting wolf trip and Victoria tried to kill Charlie, but then attacked Harry and me, and then threw me off a cliff into the water. Sam saved me. Harry had a heart attack and. . . and he's gone. Because of me. Because I didn't step in front of Victoria."

Tears brimmed in my eyes.

I got out my very large crockpot, dumping two bags of frozen mini carrots into it, covering it up with just a little water. I washed the celery, cutting four of them, cutting them quickly to add to the stew. Meanwhile, I let the stew meat start to cook in one of the large pans. I had added three packages of meat.

"I'm sorry mom. . ." Alice whispered. "We didn't want to leave. Edward insisted."

"And Carlisle." I said through gritted teeth. "Please, Alice, I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright."

"Why'd you come back?" I muttered.

"I saw Bella jump off a cliff."

"Oh yeah, she went cliff diving." I muttered.

"Well, I can't see the werewolves so I thought she was committing suicide." Alice admitted. "I wanted to be here for Charlie, although I wasn't sure what I could possibly do."

I felt my heart melt. Alice obviously still cared. I sighed as I started to cut the onions. "I'm sorry Alice. I shouldn't be mad at you. I'm just hurt."

"I really am sorry." Alice said.

I looked at my daughter. "I know. Come here."

Alice threw her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly. Then I let her go, turning back to the food. She quickly cut up all three onions for me and I raised an impressed eyebrow. "Did you learn culinary skills while you were traveling?"

Alice grinned, "No, but I know how to wield a knife."

I smirked, sliding the onion into the crockpot, adding a little bit of Dale's sauce. Then I started on peeling the potatoes before cutting them up and adding them in as well. I had about six potatoes in there. Finally, I added the meat, letting the sauces run together before stirring everything and then putt the lid on it. I turned the time on for 21 hours to let it cook on high temperature.

Alice nodded approvingly, "I'm guessing feeding werewolves is busy work?"

"They have enormous appetites." I admitted.

"You're happy with them, aren't you?" Alice asked quietly.

"They're my family." I answered simply. "I love my sons. I love my brother. I love my sister in law."

"I'm glad." Alice said.

I paused for a moment and then asked, "Carlisle. . . has he felt sick at all? Being away?"

Alice looked at me for a long moment and then said, "Sometimes. He's usually fine but sometimes he says he gets a pain in his stomach. He thinks it's bad blood."

I nodded. At least I wasn't the only one who was suffering from this separation.

"You. . . you don't look well."

"I was deathly sick for a week after you guys left. I mean. . . so much pain and sickness that I was welcoming death. Courtney put me on anti-depressants. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I'm wasting away here Alice." I sighed, "Oh well."

Alice suddenly gasped.

"Alice?" I asked hesitantly.

"It's Edward." Alice said, her eyes wide. "He. . . Rosalie told him that Bella was dead. He's going to Italy."

"What's in Italy?" I asked, fear gripping my heart.

"The Volturi." Alice said.

'You don't go to the Volturi unless you want to die.'

"Oh." I gasped. "We need to go and stop him."

"You would come?" Alice asked.

I nodded, my mind racing a million miles per hour. "Yes. Get Bella. Go to her. I'll meet you at the house."

Alice was gone in a flash. I ran upstairs. I quickly changed into black leather jeans and a red leather jacket. I slipped on a heart shaped gold necklace, pulling my hair back into a low bun, grabbing my red wig, slipping it on my head. I messed with it in the mirror until all my black hair was gone.

Grabbing makeup, I quickly messed with the eyebrows until they looked a dark red. I also made sure that my features were messed with makeup to look like my fake passport.

Sadie Claire. Carlisle had come up with the name for me in the hospital last year when James had nearly drained me of blood. Later, Alice had made me a fake ID and a passport under the same name with red hair.

I quickly turned everything off in the house except the crockpot, climbing on the back of my motorcycle and called Sam.

"Davina?" Sam asked, his voice sounded husky.

"Hey." I responded, "I'm going to Italy."

There silence on the other side of the phone and then Sam asked, "Um, why?"

"Jacob will probably fill you in. Long story short, Edward, my most emotional vampire son wants to commit suicide so Bella, Alice, and I are going to try and stop him."

"Why Italy?"

"That's where the Volturi live." I explained.

"What the hell are the Volturi?"

"The Vampire kings." I said. "You only got to them if you want to either join them or if you want to ask for permission to die."

"And you're just going to go to them?" Sam sounded angry now.

"Don't worry, we can probably stop Edward without actually having to meet them. We'll just be in their city. But there are plenty of humans in the city. We'll probably blend in."

Sam was quiet, "Davina, I can't lose you."

"You won't."

"Is this about Harry? You're blaming yourself so now you think you have to save Edwards' life?"

"I would be going to save Edward regardless of whether I killed Harry or not." I said, trying not to cry.

"You didn't kill Harry." Sam said angrily, "I keep telling you this."

"It's my fault." I responded. "Look, I can't really argue with you about this. I'm telling you because you need to look out for Charlie while we're gone. I'm sure Jacob will do it anyways, but I thought you should know."

I had pulled up in front of Charlie's house and Alice and Bella came out, hurrying towards the car that I recognized as Carlisle's. My heart clenched and I inhaled sharply.

"Davina." Sam said quietly. "It's not your obligation."

"Sammy. I have my werewolf sons. And then I have my Vampire sons. Even if they left. I have to protect them. The way I would protect any of you if you left me. I can't help it. Please don't be mad when I get back."

"Fine." Sam sighed.

"I made a stew. It's still on at my house. It'll go off in around twenty hours if you want to pick it up sometime. The front door is unlocked."

Sam sighed, "Thanks for making it."

I parked my motorcycle by Charlie's house, making sure Charlie knew it was my motorcycle. I waved bye to Jacob who was holding Bella back and hopped into the car. "Love you Sam, I really do."

"I love you too." Sam muttered.

I closed the phone and looked at Alice, "I really hate making promises I can't make."

"Me too." Alice whispered as Bella climbed into the car, "Me too."

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