Marcel was the first to get to her side.

"Beatrix," he said urgently. "Are you alright—?"

"No!" she managed, shaking her head and looking around. "No— Cami— Davina—" She grabbed Marcel's shoulders and shook him. "We have to get Davina! Kol is going to be forced to kill her!"

Marcel frowned. "No— Kol left, so that he wouldn't have to listen to the Ancestors— he's gone."

"He isn't!" Beatrix cried, staring at him intently and refusing to look at anyone else. "We have to go before he kills her— he won't realize what he's doing!"

She could see Klaus had joined the group and was making his way towards her, but she held her hand up to stop him. "Stay away from me!" she said shakily. "Marcel—"

"We're going to go check on Davina, then," said Marcel, taking Beatrix's hand and speeding her away.

But they were already too late.

The St. James Infirmary was quiet aside from the sounds of small sobs. There was Kol, on the floor, covered in blood, cradling the lifeless body of Davina Claire. He had tears running all down his face and his eyes were puffy.

"What are you doing here?" said Marcel in a deadly voice to Kol.

Kol whimpered and let go of Davina as Marcel moved forward to examine her. Her throat had been torn out, and she was rigid and pale. "The A-Ancestors had a h-hold of me," sobbed Kol, shaking his head. "I-I was out of my head. I never w-would've hurt her— I tried to m-make it stop. I m-made her dagger me— N-Nothing worked!"

Marcel wasn't having it. He sped to Kol and shoved him back across the room. The Original didn't try to fight. He let himself lay on the ground, shaking his head in disbelief. "I l-loved her," he panted. "I s-swear, I did..."

"Get up," Marcel snapped. "Get up! This is New Orleans. Witch spirits can be brought back from the dead, so that is exactly what we are going to do. We are going to bring her back!"

He turned to Beatrix, who moved forward and picked her up, setting her on one of the tables. "Call Vincent," she said, looking down at the girl's face and forcing herself to stay calm. "H-He needs— he needs to b-be here—"

Marcel stepped out to call him, and Kol forced himself to stand, though he couldn't look at her body. "T-Trix," he stammered. "Y-You have to b-believe me... I-I wasn't in c-control."

"I know," she said softly, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I know... I know..."

"W-Where were you?" he asked quietly. "W-What happened?"

"Lucien," she muttered. "He told me what the Ancestors were planning. He killed Cami. They made you kill Davina. I'm the next target. Soon... they're going to come after me."

"No," breathed Kol, stepping away. "No— no— I won't let that h-happen!"

"Kol, you won't have a choice in the matter. Let's focus on Davina right now, alright?"

He nodded weakly, and sat down hard in the chair beside the table. "This is all my fault... I never should have put her in such danger... I s-should have told you all the t-truth... you m-might've been able to put me to sleep to stop the s-spell..."

"That wouldn't have worked," she sighed. "The magic of all the Ancestors would have overtook mine easily. It was different when I got put to sleep to ease my madness. You weren't there for it, but it was the only thing that helped. It was a different situation."

"I failed her, Trix. I w-wanted to protect her and all I did was hurt her... I killed her... I fucking killed her..."

"Kol," she said, taking his hands in hers. "We're going to bring her back. We will. I will do everything in my power to retrieve her."

Just then, Marcel arrived with Vincent, who looked distraught at the news. "Okay, we got to get her consecrated right now," he said, coming to examine the body. "If we don't we can't even attempt to get her back."

"We can't consecrate her!" Kol cried.

"What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Marcel.

"The Ancestors despise Davina. If we consecrate her, she'll wake up in their domain, and they will destroy her."

Marcel growled. "If we don't, we never see her again!"

Beatrix put her hands up. "Enough. Vincent was Regent, he will give instructions, alright?"

"Yes, thank you," he said. "We all want to help her, so we need to make sure that she's consecrated, but she's got to be safe so we're gonna pull her into a place where she's protected, then we can resurrect her. And that's gonna require a lot of energy, and my power's not what it used to be before I got shunned."

"Alright, we need Freya," said Marcel.

Kol scoffed. "You think my family's going to help? Nik hates Davina. Freya will not defy him."

Marcel jabbed his finger in his face. "This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for your family!" He turned to Vincent. "Prepare her body." He faced Kol and Beatrix. "Come with me."

Beatrix hesitated. "I-I think it's better I stay here to help consecrate."

"Why don't you want to go to the Compound?" said Kol immediately.

She bit her lip. "Look, we can talk about it later. Either way, my magic is not up to par for what we need so I'll keep Vincent company."

"Works with us," said Marcel, beckoning for Kol to follow him.

Vincent cast her a look as she started moving around, pulling materials out of thin air that she'd vanished in the past. "I know that look. You're afraid of some confrontation."

"Klaus," she said lowly. "A conversation needs to be had and I'm not sure either of us can emotionally handle it at the moment."

Vincent raised his brows and took the materials she was handing to him. "Well, if you need to talk, we'll be here awhile. Freya needs to prepare her spell before we can start the consecration."

She sighed and sat down, facing away from him. "I don't want to be a burden. I know you don't like vampire business and I don't want to force you to listen to me yammering on about it."

He chuckled. "You and I are witch kin, first and foremost. New Orleans born and raised. Just know the offer stands."

"Thanks, Vincent," she said quietly.

She occupied herself with braiding her hair off to the side as Vincent spoke to Davina. Beatrix made a point not to listen in. She was lost in her own thoughts.

Klaus would be feeling reckless after Cami's death. And for her to have to speak with him about what may or may not have been true in his conversation with Aurora... she expected it would go quite badly. He'd never told her much about Aurora, but Elijah had, and after the revelation that Elijah had been the reason that Aurora broke Klaus's heart, Beatrix expected it had been even harder for the feelings to fade away.

Vincent was right. She was afraid of the confrontation. Afraid that she'd learn that Klaus didn't really care for her, and only wanted to distract himself from his lingering thoughts about Aurora. Afraid that he did care, but that she wouldn't be able to forget his words. Afraid that he'd lash out defensively, or chastise her for doubting him. She didn't know what to think, and Lucien and Finn had been right— being around the Mikaelsons made her always expect violence and retaliation. Deep down, she did fear that Klaus would hurt her.

Her phone chimed after awhile, and she let out a shaky sigh. "Marcel says they're ready for us to begin the consecration. Freya's made a protective circle for her."

"Good," said Vincent as she walked over to him. "Now, I think I don't need to ask, but just to make sure— you know how the consecration process works?"

"Yes, several different variations, so I'll just assist so we can do it your way."

"Works fine with me. Here, start burning this sage."

Vincent was a comforting presence for Beatrix. Though he clearly had a lot of distaste for vampires, he did not glare at her or make her feel like she was a beast. He addressed her with respect, as his elder, and didn't press her to discuss what was ailing her. He instructed her without being harsh, and she greatly appreciated it. For awhile, she was able to forget Klaus, and simply focus on Davina, who looked peaceful in death.

"All's done here," said Vincent after they finished "I need to go and speak to the current Regent. See if we can sway him."

Beatrix offered him a small smile. "Sure. I'll just be right here."

At first, she had just cleaned up everything and remained silent. But when all that remained was Davina's body, she'd grown sad, and had come to sit beside her.

"I know you can't hear me," Beatrix mumbled. "Your spirit is at the Compound, likely having a conversation with Marcel and Kol. But from the bottom of my heart..." she stroked her hair gently, "I am so sorry that this happened to you. I am sorry the Ancestors saw you as a threat when all you were trying to do was belong and unite the Covens. I'm sorry that I couldn't do more to protect you, sweet girl."

She sighed and let her head rest down on her own arm. "I won't tell you to forgive Kol or to forgive anyone else who did you harm. But this world is unpredictable and cruel. I know in my heart he didn't mean to hurt you this way. He regrets it. Kol's never been good at apologies but I know him well, and I know that he genuinely loves you. It was out of his control and when we bring you back, he will never again cause you harm. I swear it. You two are a good pair."

Suddenly, Marcel was in front of them, and Beatrix flinched, standing up. "What's wrong?" she said immediately.

"Elijah and Freya stopped protecting her," he said angrily as he picked Davina's body up and offered Beatrix his arm. "We have to hurry. Now."

She didn't hesitate to grab hold. They were back at the Compound within minutes, and Marcel laid her body down gently in the circle that had been made to keep her safe. Vincent was there with Van Nguyen, who looked unwilling to help, but threatened, considering Kol was holding a knife near his throat.

"Beatrix, come, we have to help," said Vincent, offering her his hand. "As much power as we can channel. He has his Regent power and we're backing him up."

Van held his hands up and began to chant. "Respire la vie corpore. Respire la vie corpore..."

Vincent and Beatrix joined him. "Respire la vie corpore. Respire la vie corpore. Respire la vie corpore. Respire la vie corpore—"

Van let out a harsh breath and staggered back suddenly. Kol dropped down beside Davina, whose hair was being caressed by Marcel. "What happened?" Marcel demanded when her eyes didn't open.

"Nothing," said Van, eyes widening in fear when Kol got up. "It's like she wasn't there at all. The Ancestors got to her first."

"Where the bloody hell is she?" Kol snarled.

"That's it, man," said Van. "She's gone."

Marcel shook his head, and Beatrix watched as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against Davina's as he began to cry.

Kol wasn't having it. He shoved Van roughly against the wall. "DO IT AGAIN!" he bellowed.

"I can't!" Van cried. "If I had a chance at it, it's gone now."

"Then you just became disposable," Kol sneered.

"Woah, Kol, let him go," Vincent said sharply. "Davina would've wanted it that way."

Kol let out a sneer and aggressively grabbed the nearest object and threw it against the wall. Marcel growled and stood up, glaring at him. "I should've known better than to trust your family," he spat, pointing at Kol. "You people destroy everything you touch! EVERYTHING!"

"Marcel," said Beatrix sternly, grabbing his hand and putting it down. "Come on. Let's take a walk."

"I'll handle her body," offered Vincent quietly as Kol kicked a nearby plant and stormed out.

Marcel just shook his head weakly, beginning to cry all over again as Beatrix led him up to the library. "Come on, let's drink something," she said, waving her hand and causing some of the bourbon bottles to fly over to them.

"They just let her be erased," Marcel said lowly as he sank down against the nearby table, taking one of the bottles and opening it harshly before beginning to drink. "No... this isn't comforting enough. I need whiskey."

Beatrix waved her hand again, and a bottle of whiskey flew his way. She took the bottle he'd drank from and cleaned the top with her sleeve before taking a swig of it herself. "Did they say what it was for?" she asked quietly. "I didn't get many details..."

"To defeat Lucien," Marcel answered more hoarsely. "To..." He trailed off to take another sip. "This... this is stupid..."

"They destroyed her just to defeat Lucien?" said Beatrix incredulously. "But— but didn't they think that maybe, just maybe, if Davina was back, she and I could have helped Freya and Vincent? All four of us— all that magic— the Ancestors wouldn't have stood a chance. We just needed more time..." She then paused. "Does that mean Lucien is dead?"

"He better be," Marcel growled. "If they destroyed her and he isn't dead..."

"Breathe," Beatrix said, though her own anger was rising immensely. She never would have thought Elijah would do such a thing. Freya, perhaps, after all, she was the oldest sister and she would have done anything to protect her siblings. Beatrix didn't want to be mad at her. But Elijah... he had known Davina and what she suffered, and even then, he had allowed her to be destroyed?

They didn't pace themselves when it came to the drinks. Marcel downed two entire bottles of whiskey and Beatrix had allowed herself to finish one and a half bottles of bourbon. She hadn't drank in so long that she felt quite dizzy, but the blurriness in her entire mind was what she needed to force herself to not feel pain. She felt so angry. Nothing made sense anymore, and she hated it. She wanted to punch Klaus and Elijah. No— she wanted to twist her hand and tear them apart from the inside.

There were footsteps when nightfall hit. Neither Beatrix nor Marcel were looking at the door, but they knew who it was. Marcel finished his third bottle and then smashed it into the wall before turning to face the two brothers.

"I did everything you asked," he said, eyes burning with hatred. "I joined your stupid cult... I left my friends in the dust because that's what you needed!"

"Marcel—" Klaus began.

"I fought for Hope!" Marcel yelled. "I kept Hayley breathing— I kept white oak from piercing your cold, black heart. I did everything!"

"We know," Elijah replied as gently as he could.

"No you don't," Marcel growled. "No you don't!"

"Marcel, he had no choice!" Klaus insisted.

"Oh, they were right about you," Marcel challenged, stepping over to them. "Aurora, Tristan, Lucien. Anybody who's not your family, is nothing to you. Nothing."

Elijah frowned. "Marcellus, you are family."

"No I'm not. Not anymore. Never again— I am not your family!"

"Marcel—"

"NO!" Marcel snarled, kicking a chair out of the way. "Beatrix is my family. Davina was my family. And all you've done is shove us aside."

He stormed out, and Beatrix turned back away from the brothers, taking another swig of bourbon. "You know," she said coldly, "I would never be cruel or stupid enough to have helped Lucien. But Marcel's not wrong. Lucien and Finn were right to tell me to leave. All you lot do is hurt everyone else. You don't think of the consequences."

Klaus came forward. "Beatrix—"

"Don't you dare touch me!" she snarled, sensing his hand about to come in contact with her shoulder. "I saw the footage, Klaus. 'She's young but used up by my brother. His leftovers.'" She turned to face him. "That's what you said, isn't it? 'I would never fall for a woman like that again, not when you are another option.' How about— 'Even you can comprehend that some people are only good for entertainment in bed.' Is that all this was, Klaus? You sleeping with me because you had nothing better to do but to take advantage of Elijah's leftovers? You, knowing how hurt I was because I lost someone, how hurt I was because I was losing my fucking mind, just slept with me for shits and giggles?"

Klaus's eyes were wide. "Love, I—"

"I don't want to hear excuses," she interrupted. "From either of you. You— you didn't even think of how often Davina's helped you even when she hated you. Lucien was a threat, yes, but you chose to sacrifice a young girl to kill him when we could have found another way!"

Elijah stepped forward and caught her arm as she moved to hit Klaus in the chest. "It had to be done," he said quietly. "There was no other way."

"Don't bullshit me, Elijah!" she said, tearing her hand from his hold. "You— none of you know about magic! None of you ever tuned into the witch inside of you! Kol was the only one besides Freya! You— you couldn't have waited— you couldn't have taken the time— do you not realize what's happened? Freya, Davina, Vincent, and I could have gotten Van to help us and we could have destroyed Lucien another way. Kol could have helped us because he knows more magic than everyone combined! Instead, now, Kol won't give a damn about you. Vincent won't ever help you again. Marcel won't be at your beck and call—"

"And you?" said Klaus quietly.

She threw her hands in the air. "I'm done! I can't just be here and suffer the consequences. Time after time I've stood by you but in the end it always amounted to you using me, either as your little sex toy or as your witch. I'm fucking done." She pointed at Klaus. "I've protected your daughter and helped to raise her after you trapped her mother as a bloody wolf. Even when I should have been focusing on myself, I was here, because I thought you all gave a shit. But you don't. I will never be a Mikaelson. Never. And because of that, I will always be put aside to be sacrificed to keep you all safe. I... I was so blind I didn't see that all I've ever been is potential collateral damage. The personal witch who would do anything for her sire."

She jabbed her finger into his chest, glaring up at him. "But you know what, we're not connected anymore. I will make myself stop loving you because you're not worth it. You're never going to treat me with the respect I deserve."

"You knew I was a monster long before you set your sights on me," snapped Klaus. "Don't forget that. You can believe I used you all you want, but don't pretend to be oblivious to what I am. You knew what you were signing up for!"

She scoffed. "How can you say that?" she demanded. "How— how can you stand here, in front of me, and say it's my fault for falling for you?"

"He didn't mean that," said Elijah quickly. "The one you're angry at is me, and you have every right to be, and no amount of apologies will make up for what I did—"

"No, I meant it, Elijah," Klaus snapped, shoving Beatrix back. "Come on then, witch, since you obviously hate me so much! What else have you got to say? Will you go on to list all the times I was cruel to you? You are not some silly girl, Beatrix, you knew and have always known what you were signing up for and you stayed."

"I shouldn't have!" she spat, furious tears now flooding down her cheeks. "I shouldn't have! Call me silly, call me stupid— I don't fucking care, I'll admit it! Yes, I was stupid to think that you would treat me with even an ounce of respect! I was an idiot to think you'd ever see me as more than your personal witch! It was silly of me to expect the big bad bastardKlaus to genuinely see me for me and care enough to love me back!"

His eyes flashed yellow, as though he was considering biting her, and she shoved him back. "Bite me, then!" she demanded. "Kill me! Take away my fucking pain— free me from your fucking family!"

He lunged at her, but Elijah held him back. "No, let him!" she screamed, coming closer. "I'd much rather be dead and with Kai. Yeah— I bet you fucking forgot that I'm still mourning him! He was an asshole and he was just as sick as you, but even he treated me with respect and even he changed so that he would be a better man for me! He wasn't good, and neither are you, but he made the effort— he didn't make me his second choice. He loved me, and he's gone, and who am I stuck with? A selfish prick of a vampire who can't even admit to Hayley that he loves her even though he made such a problem between picking her or me, and a violent prat of a hybrid who only used me to—"

Klaus swore loudly and Beatrix's voice was drowned out. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon she'd been drinking and threw it against the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. The Heretic simply stared at both brothers and scoffed.

"I'm leaving," she said shakily. "I'll be back tomorrow to fetch my things."

She sped out, and neither brother tried to follow her.

Comments? Concerns? Definitely want to know who you all ship Beatrix with after all this ;)