Disclaimer: Not mine, as much as I wish. A/N: Sorry this took me forever. Please R&R. Enjoy x

7.

The Stranger

"What did you mean, Oliver?" Klaus growled, when they arrived back inside the compound after a very tense drive from Matt and Rebekah's. Hayley bounced a crying Hope on her hip, reminding Klaus of Nadia's presence - her niece played in the fountain nearby. Hayley saw the hurt and desperation in Oliver's expression as he tried to argue his case while Klaus waited for an explanation.

"She deserved a second chance. Can't you understand that? I miss her. Dad, I know you think I hardly knew Davina, but that's the point, I want to. I want to give her the opportunity to live a life free of Marcel, where she can be a kid again. I'm not being selfish: I read everything I could on Marie Laveau, and I remember all the stories from Sophie. I knew there was a one in a million chance where Marie would hear my wish, but I had to try."

Hayley sent Klaus a smile, proud of the way he was handling the situation and joined Nadia beside the fountain to check on her. "Would you like something to drink?" Hope played with Klaus' car keys while Nadia proceeded to clean her daggers with the end of her shirt, shaking her head. "Well, I need a drink," she said to Hope, noticing Oliver had finally stopped pacing. Klaus thumped his fist against the patio table, trying to make a point.

"You can't just bring people back from the dead, son. There's consequences!" The table rattled on its three legs. Hope dropped the car keys in surprise. "Besides, Davina and Marcel were linked, resurrecting her could mean bringing back Marcel, and we don't want that!" Klaus looked for Hayley's support. She sighed, returning the keys to Hope and taking a seat beside Klaus. She wanted Oliver to trust them, she needed him to understand the risks of what she presumed was dark magic.

Hope gnawed on the buzzer, accidently setting off the car-alarm. "Hayley!" She rolled her eyes, taking them from their little troublemaker. Klaus pulled Hope from her and sat her on the table edge, making ridiculous faces at her, and making her laugh. Hayley turned off the car-alarm and returned her attention to Oliver. His eyes pierced her soul - but was resurrecting Davina the right choice? She sighed, there weren't many other options.

Oliver collapsed in his seat opposite them. "Davina's at peace, Ollie. It's not fair to ask her to return when she sacrificed so much for you to live," she said, watching Oliver fiddle with the empty ashtray in front of them. Klaus let Hope stand on his lap, her fingers held onto his necklace. Hayley pulled their daughter's nappy up and yellow shirt down. Oliver was staring at his hand, mesmerised by something invisible in his palm, she noticed.

Oliver sighed. "Look, it's done, and I don't regret it. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens next," he said, but it didn't take away Hayley's fear of the unknown. "I don't know, Ollie..." she started, shaking her head.

Oliver tried to take a new tactic, one he hoped would be respected. "Look, I'm king aren't I? Just trust that I know what I'm doing. We need help to go up against Francesca, and resurrecting the most powerful witch of New Orleans, is my choice." Klaus passed Hope to Hayley as it was time for another feeding. He stood up, making a face, and then pointed at Oliver. Hayley hoped whatever he was going to say, had been thought out...

"Spoken like a true Mikaelson," he murmured. "You're an adult, old enough to make your own decisions...even if they're likely to bite you in the ass... at least I warned you-" Hayley propped Hope comfortably beneath her breast, and winced when she found her nipple. Oliver shoved his chair backwards with a screech. "You have to learn from your mistakes."

"It's not a mistake. I know it'll work," Oliver growled, gripping the top of his chair.

"Ollie, calm down. Let's talk about this," Hayley caught Klaus' smirk.

"The lady in the cemetery promised me," Oliver admitted, staring at an ant hill beside the fountain.

"What lady?" Klaus and Hayley said in unison.

Oliver shrugged. "Kind of tall, dark-skin and hair, wore bangles. Helped me out." Klaus and Hayley exchanged suspicious looks. Oliver rolled his eyes. "She was just an old lady, not anyone dangerous! Jeez, not everyone in this city wants to kill us, dad," he muttered, but Klaus disagreed, they still had to be careful because anybody could be working with Francesca.

Hayley steered the conversation back to Jackson. She had been dying to tell him all night. Nadia seemed more interested than Oliver, gasping in all the appropriate places, and Klaus looked around at the intricate balconies - listening out for Elijah, who was still missing in action. Finally, he rested his hands upon her shoulders and began to massage them for her. She was grateful.

"The wolf at the bayou today, his name is Jack. He's your uncle, and he told us he wants to help with Francesca, with you - he asked us to come back tomorrow," she explained. "I want you to come meet my family. What do you think, Ollie?" Hayley saw that her optimism was not shared by her son when he frowned, shaking his head. Klaus had stopped massaging her shoulders.

"I think I'm happy for you, mum, I'm happy that you found your family, and I'm happy that you and dad worked things out, and I'm happy that Nadia's here, and that Auntie Bex and Uncle Matt have Rousseau's, and I'm happy that I have a sister, but you know what - all of this means nothing if I can't share my life with the person I love. So, I'll be at her grave waiting for her, because nobody seems to give a shit about her, except me."

He threw his chair half way across the patio and Hayley pulled back Klaus' sleeve, shaking her head.

"I'll go get him, Auntie Hayley," Nadia said, remembering to take her knives, and giving them a smile.

Hayley nodded, reaching up to take Klaus' hand. "He gets his anger tantrums from you," she said, laughing at his unamused face. She rose from her chair, burping Hope over her shoulder and climbed the staircase to their quarters. Klaus shadowed her to their bedroom, kissing the top of Hope's head, and wrapping his arms around his wife. She always found it difficult to concentrate when he did that.

"Do you think it's possible to bring back Davina?" she asked, putting Hope on their bed to change her. She went into the en-suite to retrieve some clean nappies, while Klaus leaned against the doorway admiring the view. "I'm going to take a shower. It's your turn." Hayley slapped the nappies into his hands, and turned on the shower, stripping off in front of him.

"You really are a tease, aren't you?" Klaus smirked and went to change Hope in the next room.

Hayley stepped beneath the shower eavesdropping on the bedtime story he had started to read to Hope, about Cinderella. She smirked when he became invested in acting out all the different voices. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, letting the water drain away the bad memories of her childhood. She rubbed shampoo into her brown hair, and knew that Oliver would come home, eventually.

Elijah had said twenty-two years ago that Oliver was their saviour, that he could free New Orleans, and now with Francesca wanting to take over, she had to believe that he could save them again, that maybe resurrecting Davina was the only way...

"Why so preoccupied?" Klaus appeared behind her. He had climbed inside the shower still wearing his t-shirt and pants. "Are you having sex dreams about me again, Hayley?" She rolled her eyes. "You know you don't need to fantasize about me, right? Not when I make all your dreams come true?" He chuckled, kissing her cheek. She rested her head against him, and held onto his arms around her waist, remembering something.

"Speaking of dreams," she whispered, as he kissed her neck and shoulders. "What would you say if I told you I had one about Jackson's story," she gasped as Klaus' hand brought her chin around to reach his mouth, her back pressed against his wet shirt. She turned her body into his, and returned the kiss, ripping the shirt from his back and dropping it on the shower floor. Water rushed down their faces. Hayley murmured, "I saw my sister die, Klaus. I saw everything."

Klaus saw the worry and fear in her eyes. He reached over and turned off the taps, and Hayley bit back her emotions. "I'd say that dream, wasn't a dream, Hayley. I'd say, that you're right to be worried." He wiped the water from her cheeks and reached for a towel, wrapping it tight around her. "I'd say, tell me about it, and we'll work out its meaning together."

She sighed in relief. He saw she was on the verge of crying. "What kind of husband would I be if you couldn't confide in me? Hayley, I want you to trust me. I want you to not be afraid to tell me everything. I want you to share your deepest, darkest, secrets, and your soul, if you'll let me."

Hayley nodded, smiling through her tears. "Your demons are my demons, you'll never have to fight them alone." Klaus kissed her forehead, only letting her go so she could get dressed. Klaus pulled off his drenched pants and replaced them with clean underwear and striped pajamas, he left his shirt off, and she joined him on their bed. She apologised for breaking down. "Hayley," He took her hand, kissing her knuckles and held onto it. "I'm here."

Hayley told him everything, how the dream had started and all the things she had seen, and especially how they had mirrored Jackson's story. After she'd finished, Klaus let all the information sink in. She interrupted his silence. "What? What is it?" she asked, having finally collected herself. Hope was fast asleep in her cot, cuddled up to her little wolf soft-toy. "Klaus, what's wrong?"

He pulled his phone from his bedside table. "I think I just thought of a way to help your people, but of course, it depends, she's not a huge fan..." He flicked his thumb down his contacts as Hayley frowned. "You remember Bonnie Bennett? Well, let's see if she minds doing us a favour..." Hayley propped herself up on her elbow to listen.


Nadia chased after her cousin. It was strange seeing New Orleans so empty but after Francesca's threat on Rousseau's that day, it wasn't much of a surprise. It was cooler than previous nights and she wished she had brought a jumper. Oliver had ignored her calls to stop. Frustrated, she threatened to stop him with her knife. "What's got into you, Ollie? Talk to me." He turned around.

He sighed, hands in his hoodie pockets. "There's a witch, I met her yesterday. She said she could help me resurrect Davina. Look, you don't have to be here - go back or go home. I can manage this on my own."

Nadia raised her eyebrows. "Do I look like I'm five? Besides, you do realise you're going to get yourself killed, again. Your parents care about you! They want what's best for you."

"No, they want what's best for them," Oliver snapped. "Ever since I became King, I thought I could change the world. I thought I could do right by this city. I'm twenty-two years old, Nadia. Do I look like a king to you?" He started walking again and Nadia hurried to keep up.

"So what? You're going to abdicate and let Francesca have this city? You're going to give up?"

"Maybe, I'm suffocating, Nadia. I can't breathe without her. I can't live knowing that I killed her."

"What are you talking about? Where are we?" Nadia asked when he stopped outside a shopfront.

"This is Lenore's Spice Shop. You'll like her, she's like a loving grandmother," Oliver smirked.

A little bell rang when they entered, notifying the owner of their presence. Nadia tied her sheath around her waist eyeing all the spices and objects crammed into jars around the walls. She smelled scented candles. A tall handsome boy wearing a red apron caught her attention. He looked her over with a smirk, and she narrowed her eyes, already disliking him.

"Hi, we're here to see Lenore?" Oliver said, as the boy went to put something behind the counter.

"The shop's closed, do you have an appointment?" He said in an English accent.

"No, but she said I could visit anytime," Oliver said, slowly.

"Did she, now? Well, I better fetch her. Wait here." He stopped. Nadia had pulled a bottle from the shelf to read the label. "Don't touch anything or you'll blow us all to kingdom come," he warned.

She returned the jar of Yarrow to its shelf with a frown. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Oliver nodded. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Nadia chewed her lip, but could not argue because Lenore had exited the storeroom wearing the same red apron as her assistant. Nadia watched her hug Oliver, then she beckoned for her to come closer. "My eyes aren't as good as they used to be." She let them guide her over the window seat, grateful for their help. "So, what did I do to deserve visitors this late at night? Would you like some hot cocoa? I was just about to make some for myself and Kaleb - over on the stove."

Nadia watched the boy return to one of those camping stoves, dropping some marshmallows and cinnamon into the four empty mugs. Oliver was still holding the lady's hand but there was something about her that Nadia didn't trust. Was it possible for someone to be too accommodating? Nadia fingered the leather strings on her sheath, and listened to Oliver discuss Davina with the woman.

When her son brought round the cocoas, he grinned, sitting down in front of Nadia, just to annoy her. "Don't you like it?" he asked after a few minutes. Nadia cupped her blue mug in her hands and hadn't taken a sip since he'd offered it to her. "It's too hot," she told him, annoyed by his presence.

"Well, let me blow on it for you, princess," Kaleb tried to take it from her. Smiling on the inside, she let it go. The hot cocoa spilled over his clean white shirt, and the mug smashed to the floor. The expression on Kaleb's face was prize enough. Oliver saw through her tactic, and frowned. She rolled her eyes, excusing herself for some fresh air. Nadia hugged herself, keeping a close eye on Oliver through the glass door but was distracted by voices in the alley nearby.

Sophie was standing on an overturned garbage bin and hanging onto the window bars of the storeroom to Lenore's Spice Shop. Davina leaned against the brick wall with the violin still in her left hand. They had been there for hours, and still Sophie could not hear into the room. Esther had put some kind of cloaking spell on it - so they could not hear any conversation that took place inside.

Sophie had no grimoire's, and had tried to rely on her memory to undo the spell, but she was up against the Original witch, and in a new body, which unlike Davina's, was not at peace with her being inside it. Davina plucked Gia's violin out of boredom. Cassie's stomach grumbled, and Sophie smacked her hand against the brick wall for the fifth time.

"Nothing!" Sophie rested her forehead against the bars, seeing only a dirty window.

"Maybe we should get some food?" Davina suggested.

"I am not giving up until we free Elijah!" she shook the bars in frustration, though she knew deep down it was useless. "Remind me to kill Kol if we see him?" Defeated, she returned to the ground.

Nadia poked her head in the alley, gripping her knife. She recognised the girl with the violin. "Cassie?" Davina looked up, surprised. "What's going on?" Sophie sighed.


Nadia returned to the Spice Shop, it would be easy to lure Kol Mikaelson from the shop, especially since he had a thing for her - mutual hatred sounded about right. Lenore had lied to Oliver, having no intentions to resurrect Davina, she was actually, Esther and intended to reunite with her children. She, Sophie had told her, had already taken Elijah.

"Where have you been, child?" Esther's smile didn't reach her eyes, so Nadia showed her how it was done. "Just outside, we should probably go home, Oliver, it's past midnight." Esther dithered, patting Oliver on the knee. Nadia rested her hands in her back pockets, staring at the back storeroom. Maybe that's where they were keeping Elijah. Oliver helped Esther to her feet.

"Kaleb, why don't you escort them home. It's the least I can do to say thank you for your company." Oliver politely declined, but Nadia insisted, much to his and Kol's dismay. Oliver hugged Esther and promised to bring things belonging to Davina for the ritual. Nadia wished she could tell him the whole thing was a lie, but first, she needed to get them both outside.

"Be back in an hour, Kaleb," Esther warned, and Kol grimaced, closing the shop door behind them. Oliver was ahead already and Nadia waited until they were down the street before she pulled out her knife and slammed Kol against the wall. "What the hell, Nadia?" Oliver shouted. Great, maybe now she could tell him how she was never trusting him again.

Kol tried to free himself, but Nadia pressed her arm across his throat, standing on tip toes. She had learnt the hold from her father, and it was a good one. Whistling, Nadia alerted to newcomers across the street, and Oliver looked between the three of them, confused. He was even more confused when the youngest, flung herself into his arms and kissed him. "Oliver, meet our Uncle Kol," Nadia explained, "You know, Davina, and-" The girl smiled, shyly, and he looked up at the other woman.

She was beaming at him. "Sophie," came Gia's voice. "I've missed you, kid." Oliver threw his arms around Sophie and hugged her tight. She laughed, messing up his blond hair. When he'd sniffed back tears, and Davina had pulled his hand into hers, squeezing it tight, he turned his attention back to Kol, his father's baby brother. Oliver remembered Kol, Hayley had mentioned him once before. He had been there during Marcel's defeat a year ago, at least, in spirit, kind of like a guardian angel.

"How? Was it Lenore?" he asked, as Nadia bit her tongue. "I made a wish on Marie Laveau's grave."

Sophie sighed, grabbing his neck and giving him a shake. "You shouldn't have done that, Oliver."

Kol laughed. Nadia slammed him back against the wall as a reminder that she wasn't putting up with his crap. "You allowed for someone else to gain passage - someone who is very dangerous, and a threat to us all," Sophie sighed, giving Kol a dark look.

Oliver furrowed his brow, and Davina rested her lips gently against his arm. "Who?" he asked.

"You were right when you said Lenore was like a grandmother," Nadia began. "She is our grandmother. She's Esther Mikaelson - and she's the Original witch." His eyes widened. "The problem is, she doesn't care about us - she's just trying to find out where Klaus is - she's already got Elijah, and she wants to make him human."

Sophie nodded in agreement, and Oliver couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kol's smirk cemented that it was all true. Sophie grabbed Kol's throat, making him splutter. "Lower the cloaking spell, and maybe I won't kill you," she threatened. Nadia jabbed knife into Kol's red apron. His eyes narrowed.

"Nice to hear your voice again, Soph." Kol blocked Sophie's second punch. "I'm alive because dear old mother, granted me salvation. She can take our lives away like this-." He snapped his fingers. "-excuse me for valuing my life." He raised his hands in defence, and Oliver was reminded of his father. Nadia withdrew her knife, she couldn't believe he was family. Sophie stood her ground.

"Has my selfishness disappointed you, princess?" Kol smirked, cupping her chin. Nadia flinched.

"Hey," Oliver shoved him back. "Back off." His face began to change. Kol was enjoying himself.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down," Sophie grabbed Oliver's arm. "He's not worth that. Davina, please, calm him down. Nadia and I have everything under control."

Oliver allowed her to pull him across the street. He still didn't trust Kol, but he watched from the gutter as Sophie and Nadia questioned him. Davina hadn't let go of his arm. He thought about the kiss they had shared, and looked over at the short girl with short hair, who seemed so unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, but trapped inside was his girl, Davina. He smiled, gently.

"Welcome back," he said, brushing some dirt from her nose.

"Thank you," she said. "So, they're really having June Solstice tomorrow?"

"How did you know?" Oliver asked, checking on Kol, every few seconds.

"The Gumbo," Davina wound her fingers around his, and looked up at his chin. He hadn't noticed her longing stares. She played with the cords on his hoodie, wanting to kiss him again. He seemed to register that she had stopped talking, and once he looked down at her Davina kissed him, again.

"Look, all I know is my parents are full of guilt and revenge for things that happened to them years before I was born. If you want someone to blame, blame Klaus. He was the one that stuck me in a coffin for a hundred years, and it's his fault I died -" Sophie rolled her eyes. "You don't believe me but it's true. Your beau Elijah is fine, albeit bleeding dry on chains I'll give to you, when we're done."

Sophie narrowed her eyes, growing tired of his voice. She shoved him back in place, smiling when his head hit the bricks.

"Drop the sass, Kol, before you find out what it feels like to bleed dry as a human."

"Oh, I'm scared. You forget, I'm an original witch-" Kol threatened to blast her. Davina pulled herself from Oliver, a ball of fire floating in one hand. "Do it, and I'll burn you alive," she called out as an impressed Oliver watched on. "Just tell us how to save Elijah, and you can go back to your boring, little, life." Sophie flashed him a smile.

Kol lowered his hand, frowning. "You can't, the spell is already in progress. I've been tampering with it, trying to slow it down, but if she suspects anything... You should know, she plans on doing this to Klaus, to Hayley and to their kin, which means you, and your baby sister."

Oliver looked alarmed, and Sophie sighed. "Of course, she does." He fumbled with his phone, suddenly his anger at them faded away, and all he wanted was to warn them. Nadia asked Kol, why the change of heart. He thought through his answer. "Contrary to popular belief, I just want to belong but if my mother gets what she wants, then there's not going to be any family left, is there?"

Nadia thought about it. "But being human's not so bad?" Kol grabbed her hand, and traced the life-line on her palm. "It is, when you only have one life." Nadia snatched her hand back. He looked down the street, squinting into the darkness. "What's that?" Nadia and Oliver followed his gaze.


Elijah hung from the beams of the storeroom, blood dripping out of an open wound on his neck. He had been in and out of hallucinations. His mother's voice was like a constant battle he was failing, and his sanity was slowly waning. The walls of the storeroom grew blurrier and there was only one tiny window, boarded up at the end of the room. The last thing he remembered was visiting Sophie's grave and then helping a woman see her son...

"I thought she was going to be your wife, but you disappointed me." Elijah sagged in his chains, "Katerina Petrova*," Esther wiped a hunting knife clean on his white handkerchief. "You two had so much promise. Your humanity was a gift, Elijah, and now I must make things right by fixing my mistake. I will give you a chance to live a human life, and once it's been lived, you will die, and the balance be restored."

Elijah heard voices in the next room. He leaned against the chains, shaking them but unable to break them. He heard laughter and teasing, and then the smash of a broken mug. He smelled vanilla and hot cocoa, and he saw her son... Elijah's head drooped against his chest. He felt the boy's hands holding onto his face, and he heard Latin - the words spilled from his mouth in a whisper, and then Elijah's vision returned, but only briefly.

"Come on!" Kol slapped his hand with all his might across Elijah's delirious and sweating face. "I'm not losing you now, brother." Elijah blinked, seeing a stranger in front of him. He could have sworn he had called him his brother? The boy pulled back Elijah's eyelids and mixed a concoction in a mug. "I might have fallen for her charms, but we all know if our mother get's what she wants, then it usually means it's at the expense of our lives. Drink this, it will help with the pain."

The concoction tasted like honey and lemon, but with a touch of Yarrow. Elijah rasped words Kol couldn't decipher. He pulled away his brother's collar to see the knife wound begin to heal. Relieved, Kol let Elijah drain the rest of the mug, and he patted him on the shoulder. Waving his hand over the mug, it disappeared. He stood back and waited for his mother to return from the bathroom. She picked up a dream catcher, muttering a spell and peered through it.

Elijah listened to his mother with his eyes closed. "It's like a dream catcher, but I can alter the dream, guide the dreamer, if you may. Allow her to feel certain things, see certain things. I am simply leaving seeds in Hayley's mind - seeds that will grow her curiosity. Hayley will want to become human by the end."


Oliver looked up at the full moon above them, he thought of his mother, a crescent wolf. He ended the phone call, having not been able to get through to either of his parents. He stepped forward, keeping Davina, Sophie, Nadia and Kol behind his arms. He was King of New Orleans and it was his responsibility to keep his people safe. He recognized wolves, lots of them, running in circles around a tall man with grey whiskers and a plaid shirt.

"Bloody werewolves," Kol hissed.

"Just be grateful they're not Correa's," Oliver muttered.

"How do you know that?" Kol asked.

"Because I've met one of them."

Oliver recognised the one his mother met at the cabin in the bayou, the others he had seen during his training days with Elijah, but none had been this joyful, then. He looked down at Davina, and reassured her with a kiss on the cheek. Nadia he saw was waiting for his cue, and Sophie held onto Kol's arm, just in case he decided to run. Their leader stopped walking, he took in Oliver's stance.

"Are you Oliver Mikaelson?"

Oliver gave a curt nod, and held out his hand, showing he wasn't afraid.

The stranger smiled, and he shook it in return. "Ansel," He looked over at the ones Oliver protected.

"Jack tells me you're Andrea Labonair's son." Oliver nodded. "That makes you family." He smiled at Oliver's suspicious expression. "Did she tell you our story?"

Oliver shook his head, feeling guilty, he had left before Jackson's story the first time, and the second time, when his mum had begun to tell him, he'd stopped listening. "Marcel Gerard cursed us into our wolf form. Every full moon we have the chance to return human. Well, tomorrow these streets will be filled during the June Solstice, there will be dancing, music, food, and it will draw a huge crowd from all over - knowing the Correa's this is exactly what they want - bloodshed, they'll paint New Orleans with human blood - our blood - if you don't stop them."

"I'm really starting to hate this Francesca woman," Nadia muttered, getting a smile from Ansel.

"How do we stop them?" Oliver asked, blankly.

"Your parents, I'll need to meet them," Ansel smiled.

Oliver agreed, and then his eyes widened. The wolves, every one of them began to change. Nadia, Davina, Sophie and Kol were just as speechless, watching. Ansel, however, beckoned for 'Jack', 'Eve' and 'Craig' to come over. Oliver shook hands with them all, aware that they were all naked.

"I don't suppose you can provide clothes for my pack?" Ansel asked, aware of the way Nadia was staring breathlessly at Craig's muscular body. He didn't seem to mind the attention. Sophie elbowed Kol in the stomach for 'no reason' and told him he better return to the Spice Shop and make sure Elijah was still alive. She'd get in contact with him again soon. Oliver thought Kol looked glad to be as far away from the wolves as he could get.

"Nadia, you might want to give your mum a head's up." Oliver said, "Besides, maybe having a security detail would be a good idea. Whatever Francesca's planning, we can't take that risk."

Oliver put his arm around Davina, and noticed Nadia fumbling with her phone, distracted by Craig's close proximity. Sophie was talking to Eve, and Ansel made a list of all the things they'd needed to go up against the Correa's. Oliver wondered what his parents would say, when he brought home a few extras. Davina squeezed his hand, and he promised himself, he would find Elijah and fix this mess.

A/N: Please review! As usual, lots happening! I apologise in advance for Nadia, I must be living precariously though her. *I like how human!Katherine brings out Elijah's humanity, so I'm going to keep the same timeline with Tatia, but when Elijah is hallucinating, he's hallucinating about Katherine, not Tatia. Aiming for around 10 chapters. Chapter 8 is going to be even more fun. x