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Previously On The Originals:-
Savannah jolted awake from her terrible dream, breathing heavily. Putting a small hand over her chest she tried to moderate her increased heart beats as flashes of her dream swirled through her mind.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked at the other single bed inside the room but she could hardly make out her sister's sleeping form from the faint moonlight filtered in through the curtains. She groped for her glasses in the darkness and found them on the bedside table. She hurriedly slipped them on, a relieved sigh falling from her lips seeing Sarah's unharmed form.
The details of her dream were trickling away but she vividly remembered one insignificant point- the triangle-shaped tattoo on the man's back.
THE UNTIDY SCRIBBLE :-
Amidst the woods, a girl no older than nine had taken a place on a dry grassy patch with parched leaves. The chosen spot was encircled by madly dancing trees, a best place for one seeking peace and quiet. She was sitting cross-legged, eyes tightly shut and palms of hands pressed firmly against her knees. Her dark black braided hairs were sweeping wildly in the relentless wind. Her plump lips were moving rapidly, a faint mummer issuing from them.
A twig snapped nearby, the noise penetrating her unfaltering concentration.
Suddenly the wind's strength reduced.
In a swift, the girl's head turned upwards, her big, brown eyes flitted around the surroundings before they settled on a spot.
"Who is there?" she called out. Her face was free of apprehension and there weren't any traces of fear mingled with her resolute, raised voice.
Utter silence responded back.
"Show yourself. I won't ask again," she warned picking up a stern tone.
Still no one answered.
She shook her head causing the stray locks to fall in her eyes. After roughly removing her hairs, she lightly waved her hands, lips spreading in a sly smirk.
The immensely thick branches parted, groaning under the pressure as they bent outwards revealing a man.
Physically she was no match for him, more like an ant in comparison with his heavily built frame. Yet she remained where she was, firmly, without being intimidated by his strength but with an offended look on her face.
"Are you spying on me?" the girl demanded.
The wind picked up its pace, the thick cluster of trees shaking violently as if they would topple down on earth any moment.
With an agape mouth and wide, startled eyes the man looked at his surroundings.
The girl took a deep breath, looked upwards at the sky and then back at the man.
"Are you spying on me?"
She repeated the words with a slow pace as if talking to a small child, sounding annoyed. Her words steered his attention towards her.
"No," he answered, a brief shaking of head supporting his words.
"Then why were you hiding?" she inquired, tightness around the eyes flaunting her mistrust.
She straightened up, leaving the dirty ground. Even while dusting off her black-colored hand-knitted cardigan, her wary gaze was set on him.
"Didn't want to bother you while you were practicing magic…" A smile, tender and sincere, was playing at his lips as he stared at her.
She crossed her arms firmly over her chest, her smooth forehead forming wrinkles, eyebrows squishing together. Her squinted eyes traveled to his broad chest halting right at the place where his beating heart would be.
An abrupt shock materialized on her face, her posture stiffened.
The wind, its intensity higher and terrifying, blew, lifting the man's body up in air and slamming him hard against the tree. A cry was delivered from his mouth as one of the tree branches sharply pierced his body, blood streaming down immediately, staining his white shirt.
"I can't kill you," she spoke, directing a glare at the man, "I am forbidden, but torturing you, I would take great pleasure in doing so."
"Why?" he managed to ask through clenched teeth. "I haven't even touched you."
"You are a vampire… a beast, a killer," she hissed, disgust noticeable in the words she used to describe his existence.
"What if us vampires have the same opinion about your kind," the man countered.
A long, pained groan slipped from his lips as he broke the branch mere inches away from his heart. But some part of the thick wood remained in his body causing an unendurable torture, preventing him from falling on the ground.
"We aren't killers." She retorted, defensive. The loyalty and protectiveness for her community prominent as she took a step towards him, face twisting into a mask of fury.
"Your actions tell otherwise."
Plump lips parted to say something, anything but she couldn't find any words to deny his accusation. She hated to admit it but in the current situation he was right.
The girl evaluated his appearance, mentally weighing the choices she had and their outcomes. She could let him bear the pain until every last bit of strength left his body or end his suffering. The consequences in both cases could turn out to be disastrous.
After a harsh rubbing of temples and a deep sigh, she waved her left hand.
The vampire was freed and was on the ground the next moment, an unpleasant thud following his fall.
She observed his figure for a prolonged moment, watched fixedly as he lifted his shirt and the deep wound started healing. Then he clambered to his feet.
As he took a few slow steps towards her, she moved back, the expression on her face changing to an alert one.
"I am not going to hurt you," he quickly assured. "I am Marcel Gerard."
"Eva Deveraux. And I am not going to hurt you either. She responded with her own soft, childish smile.
(-)
With a charcoal gripped tightly between her fingers, Davina's hand was flying across the surface of the canvas. The unexpected appearance of Rebekah Mikaelson was the sole reason for her bad mood. The Original vampire hadn't produced a bit of terror in her. On the contrary, she had found her irksome demanding attitude infuriating.
But Davina had dealt with her. And erasing her memories afterwards, Rebekah Mikaelson would be furious and beyond frustrated.
An unpleasant, loud creak resounded through the serene surroundings of her hiding place, drawing away her intense, wild eyes from the canvas towards the door, her hand halting its swift movements immediately as Marcel ambled inside the room. She wheeled around as the vampire removed the distance that separated them, facing him fully.
"I'm sorry about that unpleasantness."
Marcel's apology was filled with sincerity.
"She doesn't scare me. None of them do."
Davina instantly made it clear, eliminating any doubts that her vampire savior had about her, believing she might still be that weak little girl he had saved on the day of the harvest. Now, she was not. She was anything but weak. Being last of the harvest girls, she possessed the power that could rival the power of all the witches of the city.
"I didn't think they would, honey," he stated, "But, the thing is, it seems like they're here to stay," he informed.
"They don't belong here," she hissed, the information sparking a fire of anger in her.
"Might be kinda tough to convince them of that... which is why I need to ask you for a favor." He spared a glance at the wooden casket lying in the room's corner. "I'm gonna need you to figure out how we kill an Original," he added, his eye contact steady.
With strong posture, a high chin, determined eyes and set jaw, the young witch gave a curt nod, her mind already thinking of ways to destroy the Original vampires.
"You said to tell you if I feel or saw something," she spoke after a prolonged pause.
"Why? Did you see something?" he questioned earnestly.
She turned around, crossing the distance to the opposite wall in a fast-paced stride. She picked one of the few sketches propped against it. The vampire was right behind her in a swift.
"When did you draw this?" Marcel asked, looking at the painting over her shoulder.
"Last night," she answered facing him. "You know him?"
"He was found dead yesterday. His insides were burnt," he replied, serious. "Last night, have you sensed any magic being performed?"
"No," she answered in a heartbeat. "Why?" she questioned, eyebrows moving down and coming together.
Marcel smiled with a triumphant gleam in his eyes.
(-)
AT SOPHIE'S HOUSE:-
A mild wet mop flung Savannah's way smashed right on her face, causing the securely perched glasses on her nose to askew before the cloth fell on the counter beside which she was standing. The attack was unexpected. But even if she would be expecting it, she was positive she wouldn't be able to shield her face in time given the fact that her reflexes were as good as Sarah's cooking skills- excruciatingly terrible.
"Sarah," Sophie, who was busy making coffee, turned around.
Her voice was hard, her expression strict though the twinkle of her eyes and the smile tugging at her lips' corners exposed her act.
"Just bringing her back to earth," Sarah stated from the chair she was perched on around the table, the grin plastered on her face going wide seeing the look on Savannah's face.
"I was just thinking," Savannah chimed in, her gaze moving between her aunt and twin.
"So, you and mum must had a blast last night," Sarah stated looking at Sophie's back who was pouring the black liquid in the mugs. "Why didn't the two of you invite us?"
Savannah had almost done a face palm, but she managed to refrain herself from doing so. Sarah was doing it again- meddling in the matters that didn't concern her. And she was being very plain about it.
"We had a lot of catching up to do," Sophie responded, spinning around, her hands holding two cups. "We didn't want to bore you to your deaths."
"Thanks," Savannah smiled gratefully. "I was wondering can we help you out with the bar?" she asked. "We have got tired of roaming around the Quarter."
"Yeah, that would be great."
"Come on, we aren't here for work, Savy," Sarah whined folding her arms across her chest.
Sarah had already pronounced her dislike regarding Savannah's idea when the she had presented it in the morning. If it was in Sarah's power she wouldn't even pour a glass of water by herself.
"I'll work while you can roam around…" Savannah started.
The knock on the door stopped her in mid-sentence. She closed her mouth.
"I'll get it," Sarah stood up a little too hurriedly. Accidentally her hand collided with the coffee cup on the table causing its contents to spill. Without an apology the tall girl headed out of the kitchen.
Savannah gave Sophie an apologetic look before grabbing the mop from the counter and started wiping the table.
Marcel's Pov
Marcel retraced his hand after knocking on the door, growing impatient waiting for it to be opened. Since his conversation with Davina, that had proved to be very productive, he wanted to inquire Sophie Deveraux without wasting any more time.
But he had been held back by Thierry for the preparations of the charity event he would be hosting that night. Then the Original hybrid had showed up at his compound delaying him further, preventing him to find the answers of the questions he sought – the death of his four night-walkers that had been send to kill the werewolf, the mysterious power Davina had felt, the strange dead of Roger Baker.
The return of Eva and Darren Carter could only cause such damage. Because he knew it very well the only witch whose magic could go undetected by Davina was Eva.
The sound of the approaching footsteps increased in volume as they got closer and closer to the door and he became alert, ready to strike if the need would arise. Last night what had happened with Eva, he didn't want to take any chances.
There was a soft click of the lock and the door was opened. But it wasn't Sophie but someone else. His tension in his muscles faded and expression went from alert one to confusion. The girl seemed oddly familiar, not in a way that she he had met her before but in a way that he had met someone like her.
"Yes," she asked.
"I am here for Sophie," he told her.
"Come in," the girl gestured him to follow her.
"I am in a hurry," he denied her offer, glancing at his watch, pretending to be in haste.
Truth was Sophie never trusted him enough to invite him inside her home. The two had shared some intense, passionate moments, Sophie had openly asked for his help in saving her own niece but she had always being cautious when it came to granting him permission to enter her home.
"Okay," she nodded, shrugging her shoulders.
She was about to close the door when he called her from behind.
"Wait."
She faced him with a questioning look on her face, one of her brown, neatly plucked eyebrows lifting upwards.
"I have never seen you before here?" Marcel tried to keep his tone normal, hoping that he sounded casual.
"Just moved here, Sophie is my aunt."
Realization dawned on his face, his perplexity finally ended. Apart from the eyes and hairs, the girl was an exact replica of Eva. The eyes and hairs must be inherited from her father.
"Who is at the door, Sarah?"
A loud voice, definitely Sophie's, called from the inside. Then he heard two pairs of footsteps. The green-eyed girl stepped aside allowing Sophie to come forward.
"Marcel," Sophie uttered in a timid, slightly shocked voice.
But Marcel's gaze wasn't focused on Sophie but on the raven-haired girl behind her.
(-)
"Last night Eva didn't mention anything about her daughters,"
Marcel leaned casually against the fence, scrutinizing eyes settled on Sophie's form as she stood at a good distance away from him.
"Stay away from them Marcel," Sophie spat pointing a threatening finger at him.
"It's an unexpected surprise," the vampire smirked, not a bit affected by the threatening look shot his way. "Who would have thought Darren would ever return after what the witches had done to him."
"He isn't here. It's just Eva and her daughters," Sophie replied flatly.
"So all these years he hasn't changed a bit… Still the same coward, hiding behind Eva's back. Why is she here?"
"It's her home town," Sophie said, the clammy hands slipping into her pockets as she met his inquiring gaze.
"Don't give me that crap," he scoffed. "Home town and all... It won't work. People don't flee from their home towns," he gave her a look. "What is it? Last night I have lost four night-walkers; a man who had harassed that dark-haired girl was found dead with insides burnt. Is it some sort of revenge you two are planning? It hasn't been a week since Jane-Anne has died, you seem too eager to lose another sister. Calling her back..."
"It's nothing," she shook her head.
A gasp of pain escaped her lips as the vampire clutched her upper arms in his vice-like grip.
"Why is she here?" he repeated the words, his voice no more than a whisper.
"Darren and her, they are no longer together and she has nowhere else to go," she answered.
Shame and guilt built inside her for revealing her sister's secret. But Sophie had to get away from his inquiries before she could no longer keep up the pretence. Only way was to tell some part of the truth.
Her eyes widen as an almost sympathetic look crossed his face. But in a blink of an eye it was gone.
"I am warning you don't do anything foolish."
(-)
"What's troubling you?"
The question was directed Savannah's way as the two girls plopped down on the living room couch after Sophie had accompanied the guy outside the house.
"What do you mean?" Savannah asked back, eyes diverting from the television screen towards her sister.
"I mean since morning you have been unusually quiet," Sarah said. "Well you have been quiet most of the times," the twin added as an afterthought, "but today you have that thoughtful look on your face and your lips are starting to get swell."
Savannah instantly stopped biting her bottom lip. A long pause followed Sarah's words. Savannah didn't know how to voice her thoughts, from where to begin, had no idea how to explain.
"Just thinking about a dream I had last night." Savannah licked her dry lips.
"And….," Sarah trailed off, edging closer to her.
"It was weird and…," she shifted a little uneasily, "Scary. I saw you and a man….,"
"Was I the weird one or the scary one?" Sarah cut her off. She let out a chuckle before covering her mouth, forming a grave expression.
"You were the dead one," Savannah flatly replied, her tone a little bit harsh.
"Dead one...?" Sarah scratched her neck, confused.
Savannah drew a breath and then released it. Then she started providing Sarah with details of her dream. She hesitated a little telling about her insane confession of loving the injured man. And when she reached the part where she had seen Sarah's body devoid of life, she didn't elaborate even though she remembered every single gash. The flashes of Sarah's body were still very fresh in her mind.
"Aww, my little sister is worried about me," Sarah pinched her cheeks lightly before ruffling her hairs. "No worries, you won't get rid of me that easily. Though I find your declarations of love quite weird…"
"It was like I knew him," Savannah began, frowning a little. "It felt so real like I… like…," she stopped abruptly, holding her head in her hands, slightly pulling her hairs.
"I know what it is," Sarah stated with a straight face. "That man is your destiny child…," she spoke, moving her green orbs crazily while flailing her hands. "You have to search for him. He is waiting for you."
Savannah didn't smile at her twin's antics.
"Don't worry Savy, it's just a dream," Sarah said seriously, putting her arm around her shoulders.
Savannah silently hoped her sister was right.
(-)
Sophie had avoided Rebekah's calls hoping against hope that the Original would leave her alone. Turned out Rebekah's deliberate persistence wasn't something she should dare to challenge.
So, once again risking her life, Sophie made her way through the swarm of people towards Jar-din Gris where the vampire had demanded her immediate presence in the few messages she had sent to Sophie.
Countless times Sophie had looked over her shoulder keeping an eye for anyone who might be watching her every move on Marcel's orders. She had to be extra cautious or it wouldn't be long before Eva would be mourning over her dead body.
When Sophie arrived outside Katie's shop Rebekah was already there.
"Oh, so glad you could make it," Rebekah's lips shaped into a sarcastic smile. "Elijah only lies daggered and rotting whilst you dilly-dally".
"You're lucky I came at all," Sophie stated angrily. "What do you want?"
"Hayley was attacked last night by Marcel's crew because somebody told him there was a werewolf in the Quarter. She only made one stop. Whoever saw her here ratted her out. Watch and learn."
Confidently the blonde vampire turned away from her and walked inside the shop. Sophie was right behind her dreading what the vampire had in store for Katie.
(-)
Dread, Restlessness, Regret…
The emotions gifted by Darren's call. Since then Eva hadn't enjoyed a moment of peace. Her mind was preoccupied with troubling thoughts. Darren's tone was smooth, plain but she knew how to detect if there was an underlying anger.
And he was clearly mad at her actions.
His words were playing in her head like a recorded tune, reminding her of her stupidity and recklessness, pointing out the dangers of the course she had taken.
After spending a sleepless night, Eva had a lot of time to think. And she had realized her decision was selfish, though she couldn't comprehend one thing. Was it her desire of being with her family or was it for revenge, to show Darren in the face that she could still have everything she had left behind. Whatever it was, she hadn't thought about the lives she would be putting on line. Now she knew returning back was a huge mistake.
Once again she had repeated the constant cycle of 'Do and Regret'.
The images of her past were flashing through her mind, the ones she had tucked away in the faraway corner of her mind. But this time they were slightly altered- Savannah was in her place.
Sophie had been able to sense Savannah's powers. At that time Eva had dismissed the fact, hadn't thought that if Sophie could sense Savannah's magic so could the other witches.
But know she knew it meant only one thing- Savannah's fate was same as hers or might be even worse.
Flashback
"What's wrong with Savannah? And what powerful spell Alberta has performed?"Sophie demanded.
"Savannah is different," Eva answered shortly. "She is like me," she added when Sophie didn't understand what she had meant.
Sophie's mouth fell open.
"We should start practicing," Eva took a step forward.
"You mean she isn't bound by the ancestor's magic," Sophie said, recovering from the shock. "What is the spell that Alberta had performed?"
Eva didn't answer straightaway.
"Just a simple cloaking spell…"
End of Flashback
Someone shook her arm gently. Eva tilted her head to the side finding the bubbly waitress Jess standing beside her in the restaurant kitchen.
"Someone gave this for you," Jess handed her a white note with untidy scribbling.
'Midnight in the woods at the old spot- A. E'
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A/N:-
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