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I am super sorry for my absence. I won't promise to be better, because at the moment I am a full time student with 2 jobs. Basically I'm busy as hell and dying.
Chapter 28
A day earlier in New Orleans
Davina woke suddenly from a dead sleep. Her body shot straight up in bed, as she searched frantically for her phone. Sweet dripped down her face and she wiped it away with a shaky hand. Shaky hands caressed silk sheet in search of the smooth hard piece of metal and glass. After minutes of grasping of grasping everything, but her phone, the young witch's hands found their target.
It was hard to type the number, with her slick hands vibrating away, but she managed. "M-Marcel?" Her voice was just as unsteady as the grip on both her phone and her emotions.
He knew instantly something was the matter. "Davina, what's wrong?"
"I-It's.. Can-can you… I can't… Pl-please."
"Okay. Okay, I'm on my way, D."
Marcel walked swiftly into the loft. He wore sweat pants and a t-shirt; even when disheveled the man appeared beautiful. The appeal of his body was in sever contrast to the strenuous hold shown in his eyes. Those that didn't know him, would never have seen it. His face was composed and his posture was relaxed enough that one could easily miss the way he seemed to move slower than normal. It was if every movement required more effort than normal. He was moving through quick sand, sinking deeper and deeper into its harsh, dark depths with each passing moment.
He strode with a purpose to Davina, pushing through that which held him frozen in fear. The girl was huddled in bed. Her arms were wrapped around knees that were curled up to her chest. The young witch's eyes seemed unfocused, foggy, distant. The witch hadn't even noticed his approach, nor had she heard him call her name. It had started to freak him out.
Cautiously, he reached out and touched her arm.
It wasn't cautiously enough, as he was thrown into the wall opposite her.
Davina's eyes quickly focused and she rushed to his side. "Marcel! Oh my God, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She fussed over him.
The vampire smiled, with a universe of affection, to wards the girl. It seemed however, to be overshadowed by his worry. "I'm okay, D! Are you?"
Davina nodded. She was unable to speak. There was a momentarily forgotten feeling of dread and heartbreak quickly resurfacing in her throat. Her mind flashed back to the vision that had woken her.
Davina walked through a storage facility. There was a noise ahead of her. She moved towards it. The sound of fighting drew her further, faster. Before her were shapes of people she couldn't quite see. They were locked in an all-out brawl, but that wasn't what drew her attention. Her attention was locked on the coffin that stood open. She moved towards it.
Inside was Sarafina Salvatore, her new found sister figure and mentor, desiccated.
A hand shot through Davina's chest, as if she were an apparition. The blasted piece of wood, wound with melted metal plunged into the immobile girl. Fire engulfed the older witch. The sight was grotesque and heart-wrenching. Davina could feel her knees shake as a sore threatened to tear its way through her throat.
Her only solace was when the coffin closed and the sight was taken from her. She no longer had to see Sara grey, impaled and burning.
Suddenly, just when Davina thought her soul would shatter in upon itself, the scene shifted and she was standing on a farm. There were three shapes squaring off with a man in the doorway. The only person she could see clearly was, again, Sara. One of those figures held Sara in an intimate yet intimidating embrace. The figure was blurry so it was hard for her to tell exactly what was happening.
She saw the two men beside Sara go down, violently. The witch barely registered the shots that had rang out, but her body involuntarily turned to them. The newcomers had their guns trained on Sara. Pure fear shot through the dreaming girl for the second time that night, as a sense of dread wrapped itself around her heart, constricting.
"SARA RUN! SARA!" Davina screamed and tried to block her friend, only to watch her friend be shot.
As the raven haired woman fell backwards into one of the bodies, Davina had woken up.
Instead of telling Marcel, which she was incapable of, she pushed the vision into his mind.
When it was over, the expression he wore, was pure grief and fear. His hand deftly went to his pocket and he picked up the phone. His actions were robotic. There was no life in his eyes as he raised his hand to his ear.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
"Hey, you've reached Sara. I can't get to the phone right now, or I don't want to, but leave me a message. Maybe I'll get back to you. Bye."
"Sarafina Salvatore! I don't care what time it is, pick up your phone! This is an emergency!" There was a strain in his voice that Davina had never heard. It made her own sense of panic all the more real. He attempted calling her what seemed like at least 20 more times, all with the same result. Each time their fear rose exponentially. It was stifling in its ability to halt them dead. In that moment, they knew what people meant in saying one could 'die of fright.'
Marcel stepped out of the room making another phone call. Obviously, this one was to someone who worked for him. It was over shortly, as Marcel, the man Davina knew as a father figure, promptly returned to the room. He paced about not really doing anything in particular, mostly just playing with random things. The mindless actions were done with the hope of ridding his mind of the scenarios he was imagining.
Davina's breathing sped up. It kept getting faster and faster, till she was gasping for air. When she felt like she was about to pass out Marcel was in front of her, gently holding her biceps. "D, breathe. C'mon Davina breathe. Nice and slow." His voice easily soaked her back to a normal pattern. "There we go. Good girl. You can do this. There we go. Just breathe."
A tear ran down her cheek and he gently brushed it away. "Marcel. I'm scared."
He wrapped her tightly in his arms, stroking her hair. "I know D. I know. I am too." He rocked them back and forth for a moment. "Thierry is going to bring a couple things of hers over with some maps. Do you think you can do a locator spell?"
Davina nodded, determined to do anything possible to save one of the only people that had showed her genuine kindness. Sara had been there for her when she was freaking out. They had shared a couple conversations and she'd helped her with her magic. Where Marcel was like her father figure, Sara was an aunt or big sister. "Ya. I can do this."
Marcel recognized that tone. It was the one that said that the young witch had her mind set on something. He had immense confidence in her, but he knew that if he couldn't get her emotions in check, Davina wouldn't have enough control to do any magic.
He made her a cup of tea and had her sit down. "What did Sara tell you to do when your emotions were high?"
"Watch and feel water. She said that being in a forest, by a river, or anywhere surrounded by nature was best, but even just a sink of water helps." Davina was starring off into space, focusing on the air, trying to using it to calm her. Her distraction was evident in the monotonous way she spoke.
Marcel tried to think of any place her knew that would work. Realization hit him instantly. The New Orleans Botanical Garden. If they could find a way to get the witch there, she would have a better shot at locating the woman that held his very soul. He put the idea on the back burner, just incase Davina couldn't do it in the loft.
It was still incredibly dangerous to take her from her safe haven, and he knew that Sara would skin him alive for putting the young witch in any sort of danger just to save her.
The sudden thought of her protective-motherly attitude made him miss her even more.
He'd rather she be yelling at him than this silence he was faced with. What he wouldn't give to see her face, even if it were contorted with rage. As long as he got to see her again, he was okay with her trying to kill him. At least then, she'd be alive.
Thierry showed up shortly with all the materials needed for a locator spell. After a few tries, Marcel made Davina step away from the map. Her irritation was growing and the magic was becoming more erratic in the atmosphere.
"D. Take a moment. Put your hands in the sink like Sara told you to." He moved towards the window and opened it, while she moved towards the rapidly filling sink. "Feel the breeze. Let both calm you."
Davina did as she was told. Slowly, her focus returned and her energy quieted.
"Now, try again. Try focusing on the last time you spoke to her. Focus on her, not you or what's going on right now, focus on her. Focus on what she looks like, what she sounds like, what her magic feels like." Marcel had obviously spent way to much time around both the young witch and his Angel. It seemed to Davina like he knew exactly what to say to help her.
She did as he instructed. Focusing on what she knew of the woman, everything she knew. The dirt, mixed with some of Sara's hair and spritzed with her favourite perfume started moving across the map. It moved from New Orleans, towards Mystic Falls. It rested over the town for a while before half of it burst into flames and flew off the map.
Davina didn't react like the two vampires in the room, who jumped. Instead, she kept her focus and continued to picture and search for the woman she cared deeply for. After a minute, the mixture started moving again. It moved then stopped.
It stopped somewhere easy and recognizable, allowing all three supernaturals gathered around the table to release the breath they were holding.
Chicago.
Marcel quickly began relaying information to Thierry. He was going to leave in a days time. He wanted to go right away, but he couldn't simply abandon his kingdom.
He kissed Davina on the head and turned to leave the attic.
"Marcel. I'm coming with you." Davina's voice was firm.
"D." He held her face. "I want you to, but it's not safe."
The witch rolled her eyes. "It's safer for me to be with you, there, than it is here without you where all the witches are looking for me." Her eyes were hard and her expression held more resolved than he believed a 16 year old capable of. "This is Sara we're taking about!"
"She's probably with the Originals. I can't protect you from them." Marcel tried his best to battle against her will, even if he'd undoubtably lose. Normally, he'd do all he was capable of just to keep the young girl safe, yet he knew she was right. He couldn't fully trust anyone in New Orleans to keep her safe, and if he had to go up against the Originals he had a better chance with the very powerful young witch by his side.
Davina huffed. "I don't care. You take me or I'll run away and find her on my own."
Marcel sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll come get you tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Davina smiled and kissed the vampire on the cheek. The usual joy she wore like a cape was back around her, effectively drowning out the fear and uncertainty, if only for a moment.
I was asked for Stefan's perspective and I will try to do that in the next chapter, if it fits. :)
Again, I'm sorry.
-Nicole
