AN: Hi! Sorry I've been away for so long. Drama happens, like it does in this chapter actually. Anyway, apologies for the cliffhanger, I couldn't help myself. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Enjoy!


The Mafiay Women


In which Davina lets a few things slip


"Where did you find her?" Marcel asked Davina, as the coffin containing Adriana's was lowered onto the floor of the attic.

"On the floor of the forest." Davina answered through her tears, her wide green eyes never leaving the black polished coffin. "She was alone. My own mother died alone."

"She had you." Marcel tried to soothe, wrapping his hand around Davinas forearm and tugging her out of the room. "Come on, I think you need some space."

"No. I'm not going anywhere." Davina stated, tugging her arm away from him. "What was she like? My mother."

Marcel stared at her for several seconds, before shoving his hands in his pockets and sighing.

"Adriana Mafiay." He muttered, looking between the coffin and Davina. "One of the best women I've ever met, stuck in the worst marriage I've ever seen. She was kind, in her own twisted sense. Out of all of the Mikaelsons, she was the one you could trust the most. Klaus, Rebekah and even Elijah can strike out suddenly for no reason, but Adriana? Adriana would only attack suddenly for one reason. If you touched her immediate sire lines, people she herself made into vampires."

Marcel walked across the attic sitting down in one of the scattered chairs.

"The mother of nightmares." He breathed with a small laugh. "Some people view her and Elijahs sire line as two different things. Elijah's sire line is full of the cleverest people to ever live among society, while hers is full of people that would snap your neck when you thought they were going in for a hug. You know, even though she's one of the most cunning person ever, she once told me: 'Love is like water, it could slip through your fingers yet held up a thousand ships'. To this day I still have no idea what she meant by that."

Davina stepped towards the coffin, analysing the still wood as Marcel spoke.

"Mafiay women don't need a man to survive." She recited under her breath, making Marcel pause in his speech. "That's what she always told me. Pap-Demetri abandoned her while she was pregnant, and magic turned her back on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock."

"I'm going to call Klaus." Marcel muttered, fishing out his phone. "He'll pick up the body and tell his brother. Elijah will probably murder half of the French quarter when he finds out."

Davina watched him leave the room and stand just outside the door, resulting in her back being turned on the coffin, but before Marcels finger could fully press 'call', a large bang filled the spacious room.

Davina whirled around, and Marcel shoved his phone back into his pocket, running to stand next to her.

"Whoo." A high pitched voice coughed out, a dark haired woman sitting up in the, now open, coffin. "They really should vacuum this box, because Jupiter there is dust in there. Yeesh, why do I feel like I'm getting someone's hand me downs?"

A very alive Adriana Mafiay coughed again, wafting away the dust that had risen around her.

"That's the one thing I forgot to say about her." Marcel laughed from next to a shocked Davina. "She's extremely hard to kill. Hey Adri, mind telling the world how you're still alive?"

"Littlest warrior." Adriana cheered, clapping her hands together in childish excitement, excepting the hand he offered out to her and stumbling out the coffin. "You really should fire your coffin guy, that is the most unkept coffin I've ever seen. Don't worry, I'll give you my coffin guy, oh you'll love hi-"

"Adriana." Marcel said, cutting her off. " Alive. How?"

"Apart from the fact I'm to fabulous to kill?" Adriana asked rhetorically. "This little thing." She raised her wrist to showcase the golden wire wrapped around it. "Actually does have a use after all, what do you know? Anyway, I got bitten because Elijah was bitten, and now that Elijah is cured, I'm cured too! Fascinating, isn't it?"

Marcels reply was to pull her into a familiar hug, barefoot she barely reached his shoulder.

"I missed you Adri." He breathed, the possibility of her death finally catching up on him. "I thought you were dead."

Despite Klaus' efforts of being a parent, it was Adriana that actually raised him.

Rebekah was to busy mourning and trying to find another lover to be a true paternal figure. Elijah was the figure head of the family, he had no time to look after a child. Klaus' speciality was swords and war, not the needs of children. But Adriana, Adriana had already been a parent, she knew how to take care of a child. She knew how to bathe cuts without the need of vampire blood, she knew how to cook.

And, in the end, she had been beaten down and bruised by her own family just like Marcel had.

"Adriana." Davina spoke up, not knowing how to address the woman who gave birth to her.

"Ci-Davina." Adriana stated, stepping away from Marcel, her smile wavering slightly. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

"I'm fine." Davina muttered, shifting her weight between her feet.

"Good." Adriana nodded, turning back to Marcel. "You don't mind if I stay with you for a while, Elijahs let me go, but the bracelet is still intact. The minute I see him again, I'm back on a leash."

"No, Adriana." He denied, shaking his head. "Elijah will go on a rampage when your death settles in. You may be at odds, but you're still married. You can stay for the day, but any longer then the dead bodies will start piling up."

"Fine." Adriana huffed, rocking back on the balls of her bare feet. "And where did you put my heels? Couldn't you have just brought a bigger coffin?"

"They're right here." Davina said, lifting the black six inch stilettos off a nearby shelf.

"Grazie, little light." Adriana hummed, balancing on one foot as she slipped the heels on.

"Prego, Mama." Davina answered out off instinct, a hand flying to her mouth once she realised what she had said.

Adriana nearly fell over.

"What?"

"Hello Mama." Davina said meekly, lowering her hand and staring at the the floor.

Davina had been expecting screaming, or at the worst, stunned silence.

She hadn't expected the body barrelling into her, or the sobbing.

"My baby." Adriana cried into her hair, the heels making her a few inches taller than her. "My baby. Oh, you have no idea how I've missed you."

"I missed you too, Mama," Davina (Or was she Cienna now? Names were confusing.) breathed into her collarbone. "Don't leave me again, please."

"I wouldn't dare." Adriana said, rocking them back and forth slightly. "I never meant for you to leave in the first place. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I wasn't there for you."

Marcel cleared his throat, reminding them that he was still there.

"Well, my two favourite girls, related." He said, walking to the door as they broke away from each other. "You can definitely see the resemblance. Anyway, you two stay here, no trouble. Or I'm breaking up your slumber party. Understand me?"

"In all technicality, I'm older than you." Davina pointed out as he left, a Mikaelson worthy smirk on her face.

"Yep, you can definitely tell their related." Marcel muttered, shutting the door behind him.

"It's the Mafiay charm, darling." Adriana shouted after him, a large smile on her face.

"You're gonna love it at the compound. I already got the best room in the place picked out." Marcel explained when he came back. Davina painting, and Adriana reading a leather bound book she had found in the darkest corners of the room.

"No, she's not." Adriana contradicted, turning a page in her book. "I've lived with that family for nine hundred years, they're a nightmare to share a roof with."

"Mama's right, I can't leave!" Davina nodded, putting down her paint brush. "Remember what happened last time?"

"I know about your deal with Elijah." Marcel revealed. "We can't be lying to each other. I'm trying to protect you. With the witches still looking to kill you for the Harvest, believe me, you're safest with us."

"Oh, look who decided to join the party." Adriana snarked, snapping her book closed and standing up when Klaus entered the room. "Literally the polar opposite of the word safe."

"Adriana Mafiay, last I heard, you were dead." Klaus tsked, stepping infront of the woman. "I see you got your daughter back as well, you're going to have quite a job explaining this to my brother."

Adriana hissed at him lowly, moving slightly closer to Davina.

"And my lovely niece, I see you're an artist." Klaus carried on, turning to Davina, admiring her painting. "Wonderful! I look forward to witnessing your many talents."

"I'm not your niece." Davina said lowly, turning to Marcel. "Was this his idea?"

"Davina, please. I understand you're devoted to Marcel, but Marcel is devoted to me." Klaus stressed, putting pressure on the me part. "I assume you'll want what's best for all of us. We have a meeting to attend downstairs."

Marcel nodded, Klaus walking away and leaving the door open behind him.

"I'll get someone to pick up your things." Marcel informed Davina, noticing how Adriana's lips were beginning to set in a thin line. "We'll get you settled in right. Trust me."

Marcel quickly turned around, leaving through the open door.

"Well, you can take your devotion and stick it up your already rigid arse." Adriana called after them, furiously slamming the door behind them, quickly turning to her daughter who look too shocked to comprehend what was happening. "Don't worry honey, you don't have to go."

"But I have to, don't I?" Davina stated, dragging a hand through her hair.

"No. No you don't." Adriana contradicted, shaking her head. "I'm going to get us through this, okay? You just have to trust me."

Davina nodded hesitantly, turning around to pack her things. Adriana let out a long sigh watching her, holding her head in her hands.

The minute she saw Elijah, she was going to make him straighten things out.

After all, Davina was his step-daughter.

Adriana was hissing and spitting insults at anyone who even dared to look at her the minute she stepped into the Mikaelson compound.

Why couldn't they go to the Abbatoir, that'll make things so much simpler.

Abbatoir: French for 'slaughter house'. How fitting.

Oh wait, she had named it.

Huh, sometimes Adriana was truly surprised by how sadistic she was.

"You." She snapped venomously, clicking her fingers at some poor newbie vampire. "Where is my husband? Where is Elijah?"

"I-I don't know, Mrs. Mikaelson." The young vampire answered timidly, cowering before the fiery women who was a few inches smaller than him. "He's disappeared."

"Well find out for me." She hissed at him, baring her teeth slightly when he didn't move. "Now!"

The poor baby nodded feverishly, quickly scurrying off to who knows where.

She exhaled angrily through her nose, her hand curling into a fist as she looked around the hall.

"What are you all staring at?" She shouted, seeing that everyone had stopped and stared. "Get back to work."

Quicker than the speed of light, everyone went back to their jobs.

She didn't really care who did what, as long as he found out where in all of hell and Earth her husband had disappeared to.

Honestly, she leaves the idiot alone for ten minutes and he goes gallivanting to who knows where!

Now, to find her daughter.

Downstairs, Hayley had crept up on Davina and Josh.

"I'm sure if you could actually stop Klaus, you would've done it already."

"You're Hayley. Klaus' wife. My mother told me about you." Davina said, recognising Hayley from Adriana's description.

"Ew, no!" Hayley replied, appalled by the mere suggestion. "Never. I'm the pregnant werewolf. And you must be all-powerful super witch, Davina? And let's not forget Josh, newbie vampire way out of his element, voted: Most Likely to Die Next."

"Fantastic." Josh nodded.

"Hey, I'm just another one of Klaus' prisoners. Of course, it would suck if he found out you're still lurking around. Maybe there's a world where we can all look out for each other?" Hayley layed out carefully, trying her best to turn their heads in intrest.

"Hayley, darling." A smooth voice behind her drawled, everyone whirling around to see Adriana leaning on the entrance. "You are truly terrible at trying to manipulate people, don't worry though, I run night classes. Please leave my daughter and her boy toy alone, I have enough on my plate already, without you adding to it."

"Y-You're supposed to be dead." Hayley stuttered out, watching Adriana with wide eyes. "Elijah told me you were dead."

"What is it with everyone thinking I'm dead?" Adriana muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. "Honestly, they should've learnt by now."

"Wait." Josh spoke up, making a time out symbol with his hands. "You two;" He gestured between Davina and Adriana. "Are related. Mother-daughter related. But aren't you like, over five hundred."

"Nine hundred actually." Adriana shrugged. "The most simple explanation is: Witches."

"It's a long story." Davina told him gently. "Mama, he's not my boy toy."

Adriana lazily dragged he eyes up and down Josh to examine him.

"Break her heart, and I'll rip yours out. Understand me?" Adriana said flatly, smiling a sickened sweet smile. "Come on, little light, I'll show you to your room. Wolfie, with me, I've seem to be left on babysitting duty."

Turning on her heel, Adriana clicked out of the garage, not even waiting to see if they had followed her.

Adriana helped Davina unpack, refolding things and putting them in draws with record timing. Only looking up when Hayley entered the room.

"What are you looking for?" Hayley asked curiously, watching Davina rifle through her suitcase.

"My violin." Davina answered. "It must be left in the attic."

"So, just go get it." Hayley she rugged, not seeing the problem.

"I can't." Davina denied, looking down in dissapointment. "It's not safe for me out there."

"Funny, I was under the impression everyone was afraid of you."

"The witches are after me." Davina explained.

"You mean that crazy witch, Agnes? " Hayley asked in confusion. "Yeah, she tried to kill me, too. The thing is, she's dead. Elijah killed her."

Adriana watched the both from where she sat before the drawers, analysing every single small movement.

"But..." Davina trailed off, shaking her her head. "Agnes was the last living Elder. If she's dead, then I'm safe. Marcel would've told me."

"Maybe he didn't wanna lose his secret weapon against the witches?" Hayley asked coldly.

"That's enough Hayley." Adriana warmed, standing up from her kneeling position, stepping next to her daughter and eyeing the wolf. "You can go now."

"You're lying." Davina said, subconsciously stepping closer to her mother.

"Why would I lie to you?" Hayley sighed.

"I said that's enough." Adriana snapped, knowing this wouldn't end well.

"Because you want something from me. Everyone does." Davina argued back, the Mafiay fire in her eyes.

"Do I want something from you? Yeah, Davina, actually, I do. Thanks to your friend Marcel, most of my family is cursed. They're stuck in their wolf form, except on a full moon. Now, I'm smart enough to know that every curse has a loophole." Hayley explained, deciding to ignore Adriana's muttering of 'No, you're not'. "And, well, you're the strongest witch I've ever heard of. But I wouldn't lie to you to get what I want. I'd ask you. I guess that's the difference between Marcel and me."

Hayley turned to leave, but the next thing Davina snapped out made her freeze.

"At least I'm not the one falling for a married man." The words slipped from her lips before she even realised she said them.

"Elijah's not married." Hayley denied, turning around slowly.

"We never said it was Elijah." Adriana pointed out, knowing it was better to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

"You really should pay attention to people's hands." Hayley breathed out, pointing a finger at her in disbelief. "You. He married you?"

"I'm lovable." Adriana shrugged, raising an eyebrow when Hayley aruptedly left the room. "Is that so unbelievable? I can be lovable if I want to be, I just don't want to be most of the time."

"You should go, Mama." Davina muttered, her eyes downcast in realisation of Marcels plan. "Elijah's back."

"Fine." Adriana huffed, clicking her tongue sharply. "If you need me honey, I'll be arguing with my husband about why we're still here."

Adriana clicked out the room, quickly disappearing into the library before Elijah could notice her.

Hey, a few more moments of freedom never hurt anyone.

"Adriana Mikaelson!" Elijah shouted at the top of his voice, barging into the library as Adriana turned a page in her book. "I thought you were dead."

"Everyone seems to think that lately." Adriana commented, not looking up from her book. "So little faith in me. I'm almost offended. Almost."

"I thought you were dead." Elijah repeated through gritted teeth, looming over her chair. "I mourned you. I thought my own wife was dead, when she was here all along."

Adriana let out a small puff of breath, closing her book and elegantly standing up to face him.

"Yet, here I am." She replied gesturing to herself, meeting his stare with one of her own. "You really should know better Elijah."

"Bloody Mafiay women." Elijah cursed under his breath. "Giving everyone here to China a pounding headache."

"Part of the charm dear." Adriana smirked. "You really should have read the terms and conditions before you signed up for the package."

"I'll remember that for next time." He muttered, calming down slightly. "I hear my step-daughter has told Hayley about our marriage."

"Davina did us a favour." She stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "Gods know we weren't going to break it to her. How did she take it?"

"Going through denial as we speak." Elijah said flippantly. "Prepare for a confrontation."

"Why do they always do that?" Adriana muttered to herself.

"I'm glad you're not dead, gypsy girl." Elijah said gently after a pause, reaching out and carefully holding her hand.

"Me too, little warrior." Adriana smiled softly, lightly squeezing his hand.

"Don't you ever put me through that again." He warned, letting out a deep breath.

"Never." She answered, closing her eyes when he kissed her forehead. "I still hate you."

"I hate you too, dear."