Something that's crept onto my head and hasn't left me. So with that and some further encouragement by some pals I've decided to finally write it down.
Chasing An Outcome
Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting
"...I love you Marcel."
She had to tell him. He had to know how she felt about him. And when she returns she'd make sure to tell him that every day. Because Marcel was all she had left. He was everything to her.
His eyes softened, and she could see the tenderness flowing out of him. "I love—"
The words were painfully cut short.
She saw as Marcel was thrown against the wall by Elijah. Had he lost his mind!? Something must be controlling Elijah! It had to be the ancestors! Instantly she felt the urge to try and help but the barrier cruelly reminded her of her predicament.
From the corner of her eye she noticed Freya approaching. Good. She'd helped.
Except she didn't.
It was all a blur. Everything happened so fast.
Freya was chanting a spell and the next thing she knew she was back with the ancestors. There was a tight grip on her arm but her outright fear was the only thing she could focus on.
What was happening? Why was Freya doing this? Why was she hurting her? What had gotten into her and Elijah? Were the ancestors making them do this?
But next she made eye contact with Freya. The panic that followed was unimaginable. And the brutal clarity came upon her with the intensity of a car crash.
It was intentional.
This attack was all intentional. There was no one controlling her. Didn't they know what they were doing? They really meant to...
The ancestors were surrounding her, nearing her.
No, please no. Don't do this. Please. Please!
"Marcel!"
This couldn't be happening.
The ear piercing sound of a neck being snapped rang through her.
This couldn't be real!
She was begging Freya by now but the pleas were falling on death ears.
The pain was excruciating. A light began surrounding her and she was feeling cold, so very cold. Questions began filling her mind. Was this it? Was this as far as she'd get? Was she never going to see Josh or Marcel ever again? Did Kol know about this?
No.
No he would never be okay with this. Why? Why did he have to leave? If only he'd stayed for just a little while longer.
Suddenly there was an explosion in the ancestral world she was in. It caused all of them to scatter and Freya to momentarily stop in her tracks. Davina would've been jumping in relief had she not been so drained.
In her weakened state she was able to make out the figure of a man. He chanted his own spell and soon her connection with Freya was severed, just like that. Her body was pushed back from the impact of separating from her only connection to the real world. And her drained state preventing her, this time, from taking any satisfaction at the brief glance she'd caught of the flabbergasted Freya before the connection was cut.
There was no time to process anything as the man immediately lifted her to her feet.
"That won't hold them for long, come on!"
He half-dragged her and half-carried her body away from the cemetery.
... ... …. …. ... ... ... …. …. ... ... ... ….
Freya was breathing heavily on her end after the ordeal took its toll.
Elijah came up beside her, uncharacteristically panting. It had apparently been quite an ordeal for him as well. "Did it work?"
Freya had not even registered her brother's voice. Instead she stared with wide eyes at the void positioned where she'd set up a protection spell earlier. The place where Davina had been standing on was now empty. Had the spell worked it would've looked exactly like this too, but it hadn't worked.
"Freya!"
Elijah's loud voice had her whipping her head to see a very unsettled brother. A brother seeking answers she couldn't give.
"What happened?" He asked firmly, but the demand in his voice couldn't be missed. He wanted answers. Now.
"I- I don't know," She uttered weakly. Now that her adrenaline had died out the events came crushing down on her like bricks.
She'd failed in completing the spell. Someone (Who the hell was that?) had interfered. And now— Oh God. Niklaus and Hayley? Had Lucien killed them? Rebekah would be next! They'd be next right after!
Elijah roughly grabbed her by the shoulders. "Our family's lives are at stake here and you're telling me you don't know what happened!?"
"You think I haven't grasp that concept yet!?" Freya retorted, pushing him away. "The spell was working, I could feel the power of the ancestors. It was right there in my reach!" Her breathing quickened and dread bubbled inside her. "Someone interfered with my spell Elijah. Someone stopped me from completing it."
Elijah shot her a bewildered look before narrowing his eyes. "Do not try and cover your inadequacy with such absurd claims. You expect me to believe someone from the ancestral world, which is full of witches that despise Davina Claire I may add, opted on saving her just for the heck of it?"
"Spare me the sarcasm brother! I'm telling you the truth or do you think I'd deliberately choose not to save my family!?"
"Now look where we've gotten!?" Elijah yelled, his own anxiety bubbling. "Our only chance of saving them is gone! So tell me what do you propose we do now, huh?"
"I don't know what to do alright!?"
Elijah didn't opt to continue the pointless arguing. Instead he rushed for his car, simultaneously trying to call Niklaus. The pounding of his heart increased to an unbearable state when the call went to voicemail. Hayley's phone didn't have any different result.
Freya wasn't far behind him. "Elijah where are you going? What do you plan on doing?"
"Is it not obvious? I'm going to find Lucien and save my family."
His declaration stunned her. "You can't Elijah! He'll kill you too! I can't lose you."
"I'm as good as dead already. We all are."
Freya clung to his arm desperately. "No! That can't be true Elijah! There has to be something more we could do!"
His hands gripped her face. "I don't know if there is. All I know is that this is all I have left. I have to see if Niklaus and Hayley are dead or not. I need to know if Rebekah is safe or not. I have to know for sure Freya."
"I'm going with you. And don't think you can stop me."
With that Elijah started the engine.
Marcel woke with a startled gasp. It took only seconds for the prior events to flash across his mind.
Davina.
She'd been attacked. They betrayed him.
"What the hell happened here!?"
Marcel turned to see Vincent, Kol, and the regent entering the compound. Vincent having been the one to have spoken.
"Elijah took me down. They've done something to Davina we have to do this now!"
"Why would they do that?" Kol asked in disbelief.
"We'll deal with that later!" Marcel barked. "We have to get to Davina's body, now!"
The next moments felt like years for Marcel as they brought Davina's body. This had to work. It had to work. He couldn't lose Davina. He couldn't even fathom a life without her, an eternity without her.
"Start the spell Van." Vincent said, trying to hold everyone together.
There was an uneasiness in the room as Van began doing the spell. The atmosphere was already tense enough.
"Well?" Kol exclaimed when he noticed that Van had finished chanting. He didn't like the look on his face.
Marcel was also on edge. "Talk already! What happened?"
"Nothing." The new regent murmured in fear.
"So where the bloody hell is she!?" Kol yelled and slammed Van against the wall.
"I- I don't know what went wrong," He cried. "But it isn't working!"
Marcel went stiff. His mind stopped functioning. He could barely process the situation.
"Well than you've just become expendable." Kol growled darkly.
"Stop it Kol!" Vincent cut in. "It's over. Davina wouldn't have wanted this."
Angrily Kol tossed Van onto the floor and could only look on as the boy ran off. He banged his fist on the wall. It was easier to focus on the anger than the tormenting guilt.
Marcel kneeled down beside Davina and softly held her against him. His heart clenched and his breathing became almost erratic. No. This couldn't be happening. Tears were building in his eyes.
Why? Why did he have to lose her? All he wanted was to be with Davina and watch over her forever. But he couldn't even save her. Because he was weak. Never had he cursed his limited strength as much as he did now. His utter weakness appalled him.
He stood and shot Kol the most hateful expression he could muster. "You... I should've known better than to trust you and your piece of shit family!" His emotions were spiraling out of control. Regret, sadness, and anger was all he could feel.
Anger won over and he slammed a fist against Kol, knocking him off balance and onto the floor.
"What good will that do you man?" Vincent hollered from his spot. "She's gone."
"Shut up!" Marcel retorted, refusing to even think one second about that.
Kol was motionless. A torn expression etched on his face. He didn't bother to fight back. All he could think of was how this was his fault, all his fault.
Marcel held Davina's body closer to his chest. Her silent heart making him want to rip his own one out. He glanced at Kol, hatred burning in his eyes. "You'll pay for this. Your whole family will." Not wanting to spend another second there he vampire sped away.
It didn't take long for Kol to disappear as well.
That left Vincent alone in the room. He understood Marcel's feelings. Initially he wanted nothing to do with any of the drama revolving New Orleans, until he began spending time with Cami. She was such a good hearted woman, always trying to help. So he began helping by helping her, his friend.
He knew of how Cami cared so much for the young witch, Davina. That's why he became involved and decided to help her. Now she was gone. Because the Mikaelsons had opted on not helping and instead sacrificed her. Despite the fact that if it weren't for Davina's help Freya would have never been found, neither would he, and the two would've no doubt been killed off by Lucien back in Mystic Falls.
None of that mattered to them.
Him, Davina, Marcel, everyone, were all worms compared to their own blood. They'd be thrown into the slaughter without a moment's hesitation if it meant they'd live. Would they have sacrificed Cami as well? If push came to shove he was scared to think of what they were capable of.
This couldn't go on. He swore to Cami that he'd do what needed to be done. And he would. No matter what the cost.
His eyes fell to where Marcel had been standing, then, they moved to where Aurora's body was.
"It stops now."
"This way!"
Davina was on autopilot. She was definitely lucky the man hadn't released his grip on her arm, because she was sure she'd drop to the ground from fatigue.
"They were trying to crush your soul!"
Did he know what that was?
"I won't let that happen. I swear I won't. I'll make sure I get you out of this."
Davina wanted to say something but her mouth felt so dry, like she'd been prowling the desert all week. Her voice was gone. She wanted to know why he was so protective. They were strangers after all. Yet he seemed to want to protect her as if they'd known each other for years. In any case Davina was too weak to argue, not like she really would have if she had the strength to do so anyway.
His abrupt stop had her bumping onto his back. She regained her bearings long enough to see a group of -no doubt pissed witches- blocking their path. The fear she'd felt began resurfacing. It was insufferable. All she wanted to do was go home. Back to Marcel.
"Shit," The man muttered. "We've got company."
Davina could feel him positioning her behind him, blocking her view of them.
"Hand over the girl and you may just be spared Nathan."
Nathan? Was that who this man was?
"That's not happening!"
She watched as one of the witches tossed him aside. Now there was nothing standing between them.
Nathan stood upwards and sent one of them reeling back with his own spell, further surprising Davina. Was he a witch? Before she could think anymore on it she felt herself being lifted and then flung roughly to the side.
"Don't!" Nathan shouted. But he was struggling to hold off his own assault. "Don't you dare touch her!"
"Hurry!" One of them shouted. "Someone is attempting to bring her back! I can feel it!"
Pain coursed through her and she noticed the object in Kara's hand, the one Kol had warned her about. The familiar, unwelcoming cold she'd felt the first time was once again coursing through her. This was hell. It must be.
"Whoever is trying to bring you back will be most certainly be displeased right about now." Kara said with a sardonic smile.
Someone was trying to bring her back? It must be Kol and Marcel! A small glimmer of hope radiated over her at the thought. She wanted to be with them. With Josh too.
She didn't want to die. She didn't want her soul to be extinguished.
A loud bang echoed followed by a large amount of smoke filling the air.
Once again Davina was lifted off the pavement but this time she was being carried.
"That was close. We're not out of the woods yet."
It was Nathan again. Had her focus not been on the unbearable pain she'd be feeling grateful. Everything that had occurred began crashing onto Davina. She drifted in and out of consciousness, hardly registering when Nathan was calling out to her.
She was too far gone to pay any attention and her exhaustion had finally caught up with her. This had been a tiring ordeal so what was wrong with getting some sleep? Everything went black after that.
Author's Notes
Just a short teaser of sorts. The real action comes in the next chapters.
