Gunshots ended the life of Ambrose and Dominic Meyers in the Caribbean. Their lives ended on the island of Grand Bahama and I was the one that pulled the trigger each time. Their bodies will never be found, but that does not make them any less gone. Adama’s life ended there too. Again at my hand, that one directly and violently as I embraced the power that is born of my very blood. That which I had long denied, I then embraced and in that moment, that dark and violent moment, I eclipsed my brothers. I hope to never reach that point again.. Klaus never left the island alive either, and while I carry the weight of his death, it was not my hand that directly ended his life.
Spell broken. Mind unlocked. Reality restored. Reality? Reality….
My life has been turned upside down, shaken, stirred, tossed around and blown apart. I’m left with fragments and pieces of who and what once was. Lies and deception abound, my feet ever on a rolling sea of uncertainty. There is an ever present stain of crimson on my hands that will never wash clean, even if no others can see it or speak of it. It is a weight on my heart, on my mind, and on the very depths of my soul. Back to the bayou I go with the two men who have stood by my side through my entire life. Even when I did not know who they truly were, I knew that I was always wrapped in their love. One has always been my safe haven, his arms where I knew that I could turn and that he would allow no one to hurt me. The other the quiet calm no matter the tempest storm that raged around me. Now I know...now...now I know it all. And now I return to the land that my family has called home for two centuries, where both of these men were born before the first shot of the Civil War was fired. Back where my ancestors walk in the morning mists. Back where my true last name is said in hushed and revered tones on the city streets of New Orleans. Back where my mother and sisters wait. Back where my friends wait. Back to Louisiana. Back to the bayou. Back to our land. Back to our people. Back to my roots…. We. Are. LaVeaus.
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