A/N Hey, everyone! I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've never done an Elijah story before. I hope you all like it.

I've changed a few things to help me write this easier. There is no Big Bad so, as much as I hate it, no Lucien or Tristan. There's just a war between the witches and the Originals.

If you don't like the idea of this story, please don't leave a review because it's not helpful to the person who spent a long time writing something only for someone to be cruel. I warn you that there will be an OC in this so don't hate after I've warned you.

I hope you all don't mind the changes and please read if you like the idea.

War Of Hearts

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I can't help but be wrong in the dark,

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts
I can't help but want oceans to part,

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

I can't help but love you, even though I try not to
I can't help but want you; I know that I'd die without you

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One Year Ago—New Orleans Marketplace

"Stop!"

Victoria Griffith chanted underneath her breath; arms stretched out each side of her as her eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. She smiled in almost ecstasy as cries of pain filled her ears and the powerful Tremé witch flicked her wrist and the bones of the vampire tied up in front of her. The twenty-one-year-old clicked her tongue as moments passed and the screams got louder.

"I SAID STOP!"

She opened her eyes, and they settled on the vampire who had blood running own his cheeks."Tell me where my brother is!"

"I don't know who you're talking about!"

"He was last seen in the French Quarter, and it's filled with vampires. Marcel's vampires. You're one of them."Victoria hissed, strengthening her spell."He has been missing for months, and I need to see him."

"I told you, witch, I don't know where he is."

Victoria stopped her spell, looking down at the exhausted and wounded vampire. The witch's chest heaved with anger and worry. She had been searching her brother for months on end, knowing that he wouldn't go that long without contacting her. She had been taking vampires from the French Quarter and torturing them for answers. It was risky, but she didn't care, she had to find her elder brother.

Something was wrong; she could feel it.

"My brother is either dead or alive. Either way, I want him home."

The vampire panted, shaking his head."I know nothing."

"Then you're going to have to die."

The vampire growled, jumping to his feet and he began to charge towards her, his fangs coming forward.

Startled, she backed up but, at the last moment, she held her hand out, snapping the vampire's neck. He was only a few years old; it was clear that he wasn't trained well. He tumbled to the ground, limp and beaten. She swallowed the disappointment, staring at the vampire before she turned and left.

The last she had seen of Vincent was when he left the coven and his witch life behind to live his life after his Eva's situation. She had let him go but had been saddened by him leaving though he always kept in touch. She and Vincent were different in their magic ways. She was loyal to her coven and her brother. She would die for both of them and wouldn't think twice about it.

"What?"

"Is that any way to greet your big brother, sis?"

She froze, eyes widening."W-Who is this?"

"It's me. Vincent."

"I don't believe you."

"It's me, Tori."

The female witch released a small laugh. Only one person called her that.

"Vince?"

"It's me, sis."

"Oh, thank God. Are you safe?"

"Yeah, I'm all right."

"Good."She smiled softly, kicking at stones with her feet before her smile fell and she raised her voice."Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how worried I've been?"

Vincent chuckled fondly, and she felt her heart swell."I know, I'm sorry, but it wasn't my fault. It's a long story, but I called to tell you to lay low until I say otherwise."

She rolled her eyes, a laugh spilling from her lips.

"Vince, you know that I take orders from-"

Her brother's voice dropped to a whisper."Tori, this is serious."

Her smile fell from her lips, and she become concerned."What? What's wrong?"

"Big Bad is coming to New Orleans, and it's deadly. That's all I can say. Just stay safe, okay?"

She wanted to protest, but Victoria knew when her brother was right. She didn't respond for a long time, her worry almost causing her to storm to the French Quarter.

"Tori. Okay?"

She nodded, a sigh falling from her.

"Okay."

"Good. I'll call back when it's safe."

"Vince...stay safe."

She could almost hear her brother nod, unspoken words telling her that he wouldn't die unless it were beside her.

"I will."

The two bid goodbye before hanging up.

Present

"What do you want?"

Davina walked further into the first floor of the Lycée, eyes on Vincent who was reading tarot cards at the table. He didn't make a move to stand up or look at her, he just simply stared at the tarot cards.

"Marcel told me what was going on."

"Mmm."The Regent crossed her arms over her chest, nodding as she imagined her father figure going behind her back."And you decided to care? This is witch business, Vincent. You don't even practice anymore. And, as for The Mikaelson's? If they come after me, I'll deal with it. I'm not afraid."

Vincent sighed before flipping over the card nearest to Davina. The card was decorated with a skeleton and was labelled 'Death.'

"Maybe you should be."

Davina let out a laugh, raising her chin defiantly."You trying to scare me?"

"No, Davina. I'm trying to warn you. But you don't like it when people disagree with you. From what I hear, you get pretty mad."

"What makes me angry is getting lectured from the guy who walked away from being a witch."

"Well, then I best be careful, or else I'm gonna end up like all the people you got mad at last time, right?"

Davina glared at him angrily."Kara Nguyen attacked me."

"So you had her killed?"Vincent hissed, mad that Davina would hurt one of her witch family over a squabble."Are you gonna kill anybody who disagrees with you, Davina? You don't kill your own!"

"I took care of a threat."Davina shouted at the male witch, backing away from him."That's what leaders do. And, if anyone tries to stand against me, I'll do it again."

Davina turned and walked out of the Lycée, only to find a large crowd of Elders from various covens standing around the front steps, glaring at her angrily. At the top of the steps stood Van Nguyen, Kara's son, who was holding a willow hoop.

"Funny thing about a willow hoop-"Van stared at her smugly, but there was bitterness in his eyes." never know what you're gonna see."

Davina horrified, looked behind her to find Vincent holding a matching willow hoop. Davina gasped in shock when she realised that she'd been exposed to the New Orleans witches while Vincent, who stands next to her, looks conflicted. He hadn't wanted to betray Davina, but she was getting too caught up in her new power.

"I told you I'd find out what you did. Now everyone else knows, too."

Davina swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at the male witch."Why would you do this?"

"You're killing your own, Davina, that isn't what a leader does. A leader protects her own."

"So, what?"Davina hissed as she crossed her arms over her chest."You're going to banish me and leave them without a leader?"

Vincent shook his head."No...the Ancestors have someone in mind."

Vincent whistled, and Davina turned around to see the crowd parting as a young woman walked through the gap, looking unamused as the other witches stared at her. She made her way up the steps, crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at Vincent.

"You called, Vince?"

Davina turned to Vincent, question in her eyes."Who is she?"

Vincent straightened, a fond smile on his face."My sis."

"You heard her. She admitted it herself. Davina Claire is a murderer."

"No!"Davina shouted in panic as she tried to defend herself."I... I was trying to stop a mutiny! I'm sorry for what happened, but it was my responsibility..."

"It's over, Davina."Vincent cut Davina off, shaking his head."You kill a witch; you lose your place among the witches. For what you've done, you need to be shunned."

Davina stared at Vincent in betrayal while Victoria stayed silent, arms crossed over her chest.

"By order of the law set forth by the Ancestors, in accordance with the decree of the nine covens, Davina Claire, you are henceforth banished from this community."Vincent read out loudly, the crowd nodding in agreement with every word he said."Your title is revoked, as is your link to those that have come before. You will no longer have contact with the Ancestors. To the New Orleans witches, it will be as though you were never born."

Victoria, knowing that her brother felt guilty for what he was doing, placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. Davina looked horrified and devastated as tears filled her eyes. The crowd started to shout at her loudly as they glared at her with hatred.

"Traitor! Traitor! Murderer!"

After a moment, Vincent raised the scroll in his hand above his head, causing the crowd to go silent. He turned to Davina with a regretful expression as she tried her best not to cry.

"I'm sorry, Davina. It's time."

The crowd of witches moved to form an aisle by separating into two parallel rows. Once they're in position, Davina, near tears, walked in between the two rows of witches, and as she passed them, they turned her backs on her to symbolise her exile. As she walked through them, her power was stripped from her, and Vincent watched with a guilty expression as Davina sobbed, almost stumbling at the power stripped from her.

Victoria turned to her brother, patting his shoulder.

"It's for her own good, Vince. You saved her life."

He nodded, forcing a smile on his face.

"Vince, I don't know. I'm not a leader."

Vincent placed his hands on his sister's shoulders, the moon in the darkness shining down at them as if it knew that something important was going to happen. Victoria sighed as she met his gaze, it clear in her eyes that she didn't believe she could guide the whole nine covens.

"You care about your own; you'd die for what you believe in, and you'd kill for them. Sis, you're a leader."

His sister had hurt a lot of people in her short lifetime, but she had done it for those she loved.

"Vince-"

"They chose you for a reason."Vincent cut in, hands cupping Victoria's face."Tori, this city is run with vamps who use us for their amusement, who kill innocent people. Are you gonna stand for that?"

Victoria stared at her brother for a long moment before leaning up and kissing her brother's cheek.

"You practice that in front of the mirror?"

Vincent rolled his eyes before patting her shoulder comfortingly then left her alone.

Victoria inhaled a long breath before making her way to the alter.

She knelt down, brushing her hair from her face.

Victoria kneeled in front of the altar in front of the Lycée, which was covered with dozens of lit white candles. The altar was also stained with dripping blood from the several birds and other animals that have been sacrificed on top of it for the ritual to ascend as Regent.

"All right. You wanted me; you got me."She shouted, holding her arms out at each side of her."You got me, and I am not in the mood for pomp and circumstance. The city is ruled by vampires, and I'm gonna need all the guidance I can get."

She looked up at the sky, tongue running along her bottom lip.

"I'm ready."

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