Pairing Mary/Oliver (F/m) fly swatter
"My grandmother was the only grandmother I ever met who smoked cigars."
― Roald Dahl, The Witches
Louisiana Bayou
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Evening
The vampires had taken away their dead back to the city after the battle ended. Wolves though, needed to be buried in the Bayou.
The dead wolves were covered with white bed sheets and the native flowers of the swamp: spider lilies, Queen Anne's Lace, and purple water hyacinths. The survivors spoke haltingly about the dead. It was hard, especially for the Crescents, so recently released from their curse to now have to mourn more loss of life. Torches were thrown on the bodies and the dead were lit on fire on barges, that were then pushed into the water.
Jackson had been too young to remember his parents, but Mary felt their loss keenly. She clung to her grandson and for the first time he realized that she had aged. Some wolf packs did live longer than most humans, but all were mortal. All except those hybrids.
Oliver whispered, "Y'all think we'll see them folks again?" Ollie had been talking about the hybrids non-stop since the battle. For some wolves, a hybrid was a worse abomination than a vampire, but Ollie was jealous of their strength and control.
"Maybe. I reckon they would come down here if we had more troubles," Jackson replied.
"Y'all hush! Have some respect," Mary reprimanded them.
Ollie laughed until Jackson elbowed him in the ribs. Eve and Mary had arranged housing for all the wolves who came and the newly human Crescents. She took Oliver in herself after Jackson begged her, too. She would have anyway, except the boy drove her crazy. His daddy had had the same kind cheeky, impertinent matter and Mary knew exactly how to deal with that.
She had also taken in Aiden and his younger brother, Tommy. Jackson, Adrian, and Oliver had been like three peas in a pod since they were born. Mary didn't have the heart to separate them. Unlike Ollie, Adrian was a respectful, helpful boy who warmed her heart. Mary knew it was just a matter of time before Ollie got the whole lot of them in a heap of trouble. She was watching him closely and he knew it.
"Yes, ma'am," Ollie said sulkily.
Mary straightened her back and steeled herself. The battle with the Guerreras was over, but now she was in a battle to take care of four young, wild wolves. She had done it before, but hoped she still had enough strength left.
After the bodies were all launched and burning, the wolves had their traditional funeral with lots of food, Bayou rum, and music.
"The new wolves seem to be leaving after the battle, I guess they are through waiting for a leader, a leader who may never show," Aiden said as they sat around the fire on logs. There had been some talk that Erik, the hybrid son of Klaus Mikaelson, would return to lead them. But some feared hybrids and others thought them impure. Wolf bloodlines were treasured and carefully recorded from generation to generation.
Jackson noticed that wolves were leaving also, "It's true. I guess there's nothing to wait around here for. I mean, if you ain't from around here."
Modeste came up to the fire, "Hi y'all. Got any shine?" Modeste's dark skin looked luminous in the fire light. Her form was graceful and confident, as of a much older girl.
"Yes, ma'am, here ya go. That will go down smooth like silk," Oliver assured her, handing her his tin cup of homemade moonshine.
"Merci. Not all wolves got somewhere to go. My people are gone. I'm staying in this Bayou because it's the safest thing I got. If no leader rises, than maybe one of y'all needs to do the honors," Modeste suggested giggling.
"We're only 15. Well, Jackie here is 16, but what the hell can we do?" Oliver laughed, winking at the pretty wolf girl in front of him.
"I'm 17, almost 18, but I'm no alpha," Aiden laughed.
"I'm 14, but I fought here with y'all. It weren't exactly my fight, but I learned that wolves need to stick with wolves. I can't believe how much fighting there has been down here between packs. It's awful," Modeste exclaimed.
"A lot of that is Marcel Gerald's fault, we hear. He maybe 'helped' us, but don't forget he's the one who put the curse on us and caused so much strife," Jackson stated bitterly.
Modeste asked, "Who's this now?"
"Marcel, the King of New Orleans, a vampire, of course," Aiden intoned.
"Figures," Modeste snarked.
"Hey, is this a private party?" Josh asked from the shadows.
"Hey, what do you want, Vamp? This ain't your territory. Get on out of here," Oliver spat as he stood up.
"Hold your horses, Marcel, you know the King, you were just talking about ...Sent me to make sure you were okay and to represent him at the funeral. It seems like I'm a little late, though," Josh cringed.
"Yeah, we do the burning right after dusk," Aiden said shyly.
"Hey, how are you? How's your brother?" Josh asked concerned.
"Good. He's hunting now. Nutria, I reckon," Aiden replied. Josh had no idea what that was or why someone would hunt at night.
"Sounds lovely," Josh smiled. Aiden had a great smile, not that Josh had noticed before, but he did.
"Lovely? Are you fucking serious? Give me a break. Is this fella light in the loafers or what?" Oliver mocked.
"Oliver, shut up," Jackson demanded. Adrian had shared that he thought he might be gay with Jackson a long time ago. Oliver didn't know this and Aiden didn't want to tell him because of comments like this. Jackson had reassured Adrian that he would accept him and support him no matter what.
"What? Am I wrong?" Ollie said innocently.
Jackson looked at Josh, "I apologize for Oliver's behavior. It's been a good while since he's had some sense knocked into him."
Oliver took offense, "What do you mean by that, Jackson? I'll say what I want in my swamp! You gonna whup me? Try, boy!"
Jackson stood to his full height.
"Oliver, you knock it off right now. Do you hear? You're actin' the fool. No more ugly talk. I ain't warning you again tonight," Jackson growled.
"Calm down, I was just playing. Sorry for living," Oliver said stalking off to get more shine.
Modeste noticed how everyone deferred to Jackson. He was a natural leader. He smiled at her.
"He's an idiot sometimes," Jackson said wondering where Adrian and Josh had taken off to.
"You got him settled down real good. You said you're only 15?" Modeste asked.
"Yes, I am. Hey, who is that girl over there, the brown-haired one. I ain't never seen her before," Jackson asked Modeste.
"Oh, that's Hayley, Hayley Marshall. Another refugee, like me. Don't piss her off, though, she's got a nasty temper," Modeste confided.
"Oh, yeah? Hayley Marshall, you said?" asked Jackson, straightening his plaid shirt and brushing back his hair.
New Orleans, Louisiana
French Quarter, The Compound
Friday, December 31, 2010
Morning
Marcel didn't mention that he had caught Davina and Kol canoodling on the balcony, as they used to say in the day. He also didn't mention the wine cooler. Marcel knew there was some tension between mother and daughter over the whole Bayou fight. Neither one of them liked to be outsmarted or overpowered, and they were equally stubborn. All Marcel wanted was some peace in his own home.
Last night after Marcel 'didn't' fill Rebekah in, Klaus and Elijah got the call that their human boys were missing took the family back to Mystic Falls. It was just the three of them again.
Marcel had sent Josh to the Bayou to make sure everything there was running smoothly. Klaus called and told him everything in Virginia was fine and that they were having an impromptu New Year's Eve party. He wanted them there and he was sending the jet for them.
"Hey, would it be okay if I invited Father K.? I know he'd love to see his niece," Marcel asked suddenly.
"Of course, Son. That's a terrific idea," Klaus said.
"I better call him and check with Rebekah. I think I hear her and Davina yelling. Bye, Papa," Marcel said hanging up.
What in the world?
Marcel vamped to Davina's room.
"You will not speak to me like that! Now hand over your phone," Rebekah said her hand outstretched.
"No! I didn't even say anything," Davina replied angrily.
"Davina, I am not arguing with you. I don't like your tone and I asked you to hand over your phone. You can have it back tomorrow or when you can learn to speak with some more respect," Rebekah intoned.
"Fine, take the fucking thing!" Davina screamed and threw the phone against the wall. Rebekah caught it with her Original vampire speed.
Marcel popped in right as the phone flew across the room.
Rebekah put the phone in her pocket, "I guess you also want to stay in your room tonight?"
"I guess," Davina said with sarcasm.
"Ah, ladies, Klaus just called. They are having a big party tomorrow in Mystic Falls to celebrate everyone being okay and New Year's. He is sending the jet. I was going to try to get Father K. to join and see if D. wanted to invite Josh," Marcel started.
"Marcel, I'll go pack. Perhaps you will have better luck than me getting Davina to behave herself," Rebekah said leaving.
"Can I at least get my phone back?" Davina called out.
"Davina, what was that? I think you better explain yourself mighty quick, young lady!" Marcel demanded.
Davina pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them as she sat on her bed.
"Sorry, she just makes me so mad. I didn't even say anything and she started yelling at me. Then, she wants to take MY phone. It's not fair," Davina ranted.
"Davina," Marcel said coming over to sit on the edge of the bed,"I'm sorry but I find that hard to believe, honey. Want to try again?"
Davina flushed because Marcel was right.
"I might have talked back. It's just I want to move back to Mystic Falls. I don't see why we have to stay here so long. I just said she should make up her damn mind and stay in one place," Davina admitted.
"D., that's not fair and you know it. We just wanted you to finish the quarter here and let me wrap up some business, okay. It's a couple of weeks," Marcel promised.
"I know. If I apologize, can I get my phone back and bring Josh to Mystic Falls?" Davina begged.
"No, you're losing your phone for two days now for that bit of manipulation and no Josh on the trip. Really, if you aren't sorry, then don't apologize. Nothing is worse than a fake, forced apology," Marcel stated firmly. The disappointed look her gave her filled her with guilt.
"But I am sorry," Davina whispered.
"That's fine, but it doesn't always get you out of trouble. Sometimes you have to face the consequences. And don't get me started about you and Kol fooling around on the balcony last night with you out there drinking wine coolers. You're too young. I don't want to have to talk to you about this again," Marcel said patting her on the knee.
"Do I have to stay in my room?" Davina whined.
"Yes, until Rebekah cools down and comes back to talk to you, okay? D., we don't like having to have these same conversations over and over. Do you think you could have handled things a little bit differently tonight?" Marcel said lifting up her chin.
"Yes, Dad," Davina answered.
"How?" Marcel prompted.
"I shouldn't have yelled and sworn or thrown my phone. I guess I need to control my temper better," Davina confessed.
"Hey, honey, you will. It takes time to learn how to deal with things and to calm down. I think it took my dad about 800 years and Kol about 900 so if you can do it in 17 or 18, you're a prodigy in this family," Marcel smirked.
Davina laughed a little.
"Can you tell Josh why I never called him back?" she asked.
"Yes, I will when he calls me to check in. I didn't mention Mystic Falls to him. He's doing something for me at the Bayou. We'll take him next time," Marcel promised.
"Thanks," Davina smiled ruefully. Now that she was calm, she felt silly and immature for freaking.
"Love you," Marcel said leaving her room.
"Me, too," Davina retorted.
Louisiana Bayou
Oliver was pretty drunk. He took the bottle of shine and started walking back to his campfire with it.
"Boy, where you think you're going with that," a large man growled.
"I thought that was mine, I musta been mistaken," Oliver snarled back.
"No, I think you're lying. You was gonna steal the last of my shine. If you would have just asked, I would have shared," the man said.
"Really? Well, can I have some?" Oliver prodded.
"Not now, you little thief! Do you know what we used to do to thieves in the day out here?" the man asked.
"How the hell would I know, old timer?" Oliver asked pushing the older, larger man back.
"How dare you? I don't like to fight other wolves, but you have this coming," The big man barked.
"Come on, I'll kick your fat ass!" Oliver roared.
"Ollie, stop. Sir, please, he's only 14," Jackson pleaded.
"What? Really, he talks like he's a big shot. He ought to be taught some manners," the man replied.
"You are right, sir. I intend to take him home and do that right now," Mary professed loudly, glaring at her unruly blood ward.
"He's your boy?" the man asked Mary with suspicion.
"Yes, sir, he is," Mary replied grabbing Oliver by the ear lobe and dragging him home to their cabin.
"Jackson, round up the boys. It's time to go," Mary hollered back.
"Aiden, Tommy, let's go," Jackson called.
Tommy responded, "Aiden went off with that vampire. I ain't seen him since."
Jackson exhaled sharply, "Okay, Tommy, you go follow my grandma. I'll catch up. I need to find Aiden."
Jackson finally found Aiden and Josh sitting on a log chatting away like magpies.
"Aiden! Man, come on, Ollie got in trouble. Grandma is dragging him home, as we speak. Josh, nice to see you, but we got to go like yesterday," Jackson maintained.
"Sorry to keep you," Josh said shyly.
"Will I see you again?" Aiden asked cautiously.
"I'm sure, here or there," Josh laughed.
"Aiden, if we don't leave now, Ollie ain't going to be the only one picking a switch tonight, come on," Jackson said dragging Aiden away.
Josh vamped back to his car. Aiden was still a little young for him. Now he knew how Davina felt. He called her cell, but there was not answer. He'd have to fill her in tomorrow. He was kind of in love.
Mary pushed Oliver into the small house. Tommy had followed and went directly to the tiny room he shared with Aiden.
"Owww, my ear," Ollie whined. The march home had sobered him up pretty good. But in Oliver's mind, he was the wronged party. He didn't much like to be hauled off from the funeral party like that. He weren't no little kid, he thought with pride.
"Boy, don't test me now. Go get ready for bed!" Mary shouted.
"That guy was an asshole. I coulda handled him," Oliver argued.
"Oliver, get in their and brush your teeth, wash your face, and change for bed. Now!" Mary demanded.
"I'm going," Oliver insisted. As Oliver was in the bathroom, Aiden and Jackson came in.
"Sorry, we're late. We got caught up for a minute. Need us to do anything?" Jackson asked his grandmother.
"No, you boys go on to bed. I'm going to sober up Oliver with a good licking. Don't worry, he's had this coming," Mary replied sadly.
"I'll stay in Aiden and Tommy's room for a while then. Night, Grandma," Jackson said kissing her goodnight.
"Goodnight, ma'am," Aiden said respectfully.
Mary heard Oliver come out of the bathroom. She went to the pantry and started to take down the well-oiled strap of her husband's. She had used it before to try to keep her boys safe. This was a dangerous land, but it felt too heavy, too harsh. Deep down, she knew Oliver was tough and could take the pain, she needed another way to get through to him that what he did tonight was dangerous.
Mary snatched the fly swatter off of her old fridge. It was one she never used to kill flies. It should do nicely.
Oliver put on his old t-shirt and a pair of torn sweats. He was angry at being embarrassed like that by Mary. He knew he got out of line sometimes, but he was just talkin'. He really wasn't going to fight that old dude.
Mary knocked on his door, "Oliver, it's me."
Until he saw the fly swatter, Oliver assumed she was coming in to either yell or strap him. Seeing that wasn't the case, made his eyes get big with surprise.
"I was just playin'. I didn't mean nothin'," he cried.
"Oliver, A little wolf shouldn't provoke a bigger wolf like that. You could have been killed. I know you was full of shine and thinking you could take him on, but he was twice your size, son," Mary said heavily.
Oliver realized that Mary looked tired and worn. She had seen far too many wolves die.
"Okay, I won't do it again. Can I go to sleep already?" Oliver snapped.
"I wish. First, I'm going to give you a licking. Take down your britches and bare your bottom. I want you to feel this. Then, flip over," Mary ordered firmly. She indicated his pants with the blue plastic part of the fly swatter, it had a metal handle. It still looked a little silly to him.
"No, I'm not old. You used to spank us with that when we were little. I said I won't try to fight him again," Oliver begged.
"Oliver, you are too strong now for me to just put over my lap. If you don't cooperate, I'm going to have to drag the other boys out of bed to hold you down. Bare your behind and flip over. Or am I gonna have to count to 3?" Mary threaten.
"One," Mary started.
Oliver's bravado was gone. He was too big for Mary to overpower to spank, but he knew if Jackson and Aiden got a hold of him, they would hold him down to get his butt whooped if Mary asked it.
"Two," she continued.
Oliver flipped over and raised up on his hands and knees and lowered his pants and boxer briefs to just below his behind. He lay flat on the bed and hugged his pillow.
Mary sat on the edge of the bed near his legs and it made a loud creaking sound. She tugged Oliver's pants down lower, about halfway to his knees. Oliver bit his lip to remain quiet. He figured he was lucky she didn't break out her strap, how much could this fly swatter hurt at his age? Ollie felt the flexible plastic tap of the fly swatter on each cheek.
Whap!
Whap!
Mary swatted him on the center of each cheek. He felt like his skin got sucked up in the holes of the plastic.
Whap!
Whap!
Oliver jerked and tried to move out of the way, but Mary was holding him down. Almost like she knew how much it was going to stung. He felt tricked.
Whap!
Whap!
After three stinging swats on each cheek, Oliver was panicking, this hurt! He pushed himself up off the bed with his left arm and threw back his right hand to protect his behind.
Mary swatted the top of his thighs next.
Slap! Slap!
"Owww. Okay, you can stop," Oliver said quickly. He felt Mary pin his hand to his back.
Whap! Whap! Mary kept swatting from cheek to cheek in the same spot.
Oliver heard himself moaning and gasping.
Whap! Whap! He started kicking and twisting to try to move out of the way.
Mary swatted him another twenty times until tears were starting to fall. She paused, but kept the fly swatter tapping his behind lightly.
"Oliver, you may not believe this, boy, but I'm doing this cause I do love you," Mary shared. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"P-Please stop. It stings real bad," Oliver begged.
"Like I was saying, I do love you and I should tell you that more. If anything would happen to you, well, I aint' gonna let you kill yourself being a fool," Mary grunt whacking him harder. WHAP! WHAP!
Oliver heard her and finally broke into heavy sobs. Mary stopped a moment and rubbed his backside.
"I know you weren't afraid of getting a spanking with this fly swatter, well, here's secret, before when I walloped you when y'all were younger, it was lightly over your pants. It sounded louder and scarier. That was enough to get your boys to behave. Now, I don't know what to do with you. You gotta be smarter if you're gonna make it. Promise me, you will try," Mary said patting his rear.
Crack! Crack!
"I can just paddle you with my hand, if you like," Mary warned.
"N-No ma'am, I'm sorry. I will t-try. I can b-behave. Please," Oliver begged.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mary spanked him firmly on the center of his behind.
Oliver tried to struggle and throw his left hand over his bare behind by splaying out his hand. Mary pinned both of his hands now.
"You're doing good. Just a couple more to make sure you know what's going to happen the next time you act up and try to be the big man," Mary threatened.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"NO! I'm sorry. No more f-ffighting. You l-learned me, please, Grandma," Oliver wailed as he thrashed and wiggled.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
In the dim light of the cabin, Mary could see his behind looked rosy, at least. She knew he could take more, but all she had wanted was for him to get it and understand his mortality. He was not immortal and a wolf, though fierce, could still die far too young.
Ollie cried into his pillow. Mary let his hands go and he brought them up to cover his face.
"You are still a boy, there ain't no need to act like that. Too many wolves fighting wolves for fool reasons, getting themselves kilt. No more licks tonight... It is over, shh, shh," Mary said rubbing his back.
"S-sorry," Ollie said starting to get his crying under control.
"That man coulda killed you, boy. I swear you talk big like that again and you will get a proper strapping," Mary promised.
"No, that fly swatter...and your hand hurt plenty," Oliver said. Mary left his pants down and pulled the top sheet over him.
"I know. Now you go right to bed. I got plenty of chores for all of you boys to do tomorrow, real early," Mary said. She put her hand on his head for a moment and said goodnight.
"Grandma?" Ollie whispered.
"Yes, Oliver?" Mary asked stopping curiously.
"Love you, too," Oliver said turning to his side.
"I know. Good night, boy," Mary said shutting the door.
Mikaelson Compound
Rebekah had talked to Marcel and then went into Davina's room. Davina pretended like she didn't hear her.
"Davina, I know you're still angry, but can we talk?" Rebekah asked.
"Sure, go ahead and yell at me, I know you want to," Davina whispered.
Rebekah decided to ignore that,"I understand that you want to get back to Mystic Falls as soon as possible, but can you take into consideration that we are trying to do what's best for all of us?"
Davina wasn't sure what she meant and said that.
"I mean that it's hard for Marcel to get things in order from Virginia. You would have to transfer again in the middle of the quarter and I have to get everything we need moved," Rebekah explained.
"Oh," Davina said.
"Oh, what?" Rebekah pressed.
"I guess I just assumed that you were trying to keep me away from Kol," Davina said looking at Rebekah, who appeared stunned.
"What? Luv, it has nothing to do what that. I swear it. We trust you to be able to try to live a normal life until you are old enough to be in a serious relationship," Rebekah said.
"Really? But what if I decided I am done with normal and I'm ready just to be with him?" Davina asked.
"Then, I will say again, trust us to decide what is best for you, okay?" Rebekah repeated.
"Fine. Whatever, sorry about talking back before," Davina grumbled.
"Davina Claire Gerald Mikaelson, that was the worst apology I've ever heard," Rebekah said in horror.
"Sorry," Davina laughed and Rebekah joined her.
"I forgive you, even when you don't ask for it. I don't like to be the mean mum, but you are not getting your phone back until New Year's Day. And your dad said no Josh this trip, but you can come downstairs now. We can watch a movie. Come on, I'll make popcorn and virgin strawberry daiquiris. Key word being virgin," Rebekah offered.
"Okay, you know about the wine coolers, don't you?" Davina asked ashamed.
Rebekah nodded, "Yes, I didn't think Marcel drank them."
"I am sorry. I should have asked first. I guess I was showing off for everybody when they were here," Davina admitted.
Rebekah pulled her up, "It's okay. Come on, enough moping around. We'll binge on crapping food and drink and then tomorrow fly to Virginia for the holiday. You will live somehow without the phone, but the next time you talk like that and curse, it's going to be a whole week," Rebekah warned.
Davina groaned and followed Rebekah downstairs. She wanted to call Josh and update him on all this. Two days seemed like forever to her.