I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina walked with Hayley through the college and frowned when they came to the office.

"So how are we doing this?" Hayley asked. "Snatch and grab or what?"

"I'm just going to talk to him," Davina shrugged. "If I need to snatch him, I'll decide later. If we're snatching him I should've brought Kol," she admitted.

"How'd you get tangled up with the Mikaelsons anyway?" Hayley asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Davina mused. "At least, you wouldn't believe me right now."

"You might be surprised," Hayley muttered, and Davina snickered at that when they walked into the office.

"Office hours are one to four," a man remarked.

"I'm not a student," Davina stated as she shut the door, flipping the lock.

"Hayley," Shane said in disbelief as he looked up from whatever he was working on. "Who's your friend?"

"The one who wants to actually talk to you, me, I'm still favoring tearing your tongue out," Hayley growled.

"If you do that, you're just going to make my job harder, so please don't," Davina pleaded. Hayley scowled as she paced the room slowly but didn't react. Davina slid into the seat across from the professor. He wasn't a particularly assuming man, nothing about him was attention grabbing, if she was honest. His dark eyes were looking at her curiously and he had the air of superior suspicion.

"Who are you?"

"Davina Claire," she answered.

"And what do you want, Davina?" he huffed in an irritated tone as he leaned back in his seat.

"Answers. After that, we'll see," she mused with a shrug.

"Answers to what?" he asked, defenses were going up and she smiled sweetly.

"To begin with, why an occult expert would dare to teach Expression to a child, and we'll finish with what the hell you want with Silas," she stated.

"You should go," he started.

"Sit down," Davina ordered as she narrowed her eyes and sent the man slamming back down in his seat.

"You're a witch," he sputtered in disbelief.

"Yes, I am, and if you're an expert in the occult then you should understand when I say I'm a New Orleans witch," she said as she stood, her small stature made any attempts to intimidate by height pointless; Kol normally did the physical intimidation anyways. And after having been regent, Davina hated heels. Still, she knew she could intimidate anyone with her power.

"You're…"

"Tell me why you would dare teach a child Expression! Where'd you get the sacrifices and why!?" She snapped as she started heating his blood. The man winced.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" he sputtered.

"Davina," Hayley whispered; both in terror and awe.

"I can keep this going for hours, there's bubbles forming in your veins bursting and popping as your blood will begin boiling, this will build up pressure within the body," Davina explained casually. "Why would you teach a child Expression!?"

"Ahck!"

"Davina," Hayley pressed.

"Why did you teach Expression?" she demanded.

"Because it's unlimited," he gasped as she released her hold. "It's unlimited!"

"It's unnatural," she hissed. "Do you know the cost of Expression!? It's a darkness that isn't natural! How'd you get the sacrifices for it!?" she demanded and boiled his blood again.

"AH!" he gasped. "The council!" he breathed and slumped in the seat as she released him. "I… I convinced Pastor Young, I took the council," he gasped.

"And the hybrids," Hayley informed Davina. Davina flicked her hand and Shane cried out as his finger snapped.

"Don't lie or leave out details, because I'll know," Davina warned with a playful tone as she smiled menacingly. Davina had learned intimidation tactics from Kol, sue her if she used them now. "Now, why are you doing this and what does it have to do with Silas?"

"I want to raise him," Shane admitted as he gasped for air. "I want to raise him so he can bring my family back!"

"You're…" she stopped and frowned. "Your family, were they supernatural or normal?"

"My wife, she was a witch," he panted. "My son though… he wasn't," he admitted.

"Silas fed you a lie," Davina stated then. "The dead can never be brought back," she lied. "And what magic is required to bring them back is exceptionally dangerous. Silas, if he's immortal, has no power to bring them back."

"But Bonnie does," Shane countered. "And she won't fail me, she can't, I'm the only one that can help her," he smiled smugly. Davina frowned as she turned her full attention on Shane, and walked towards him with measured steps.

"That's where you're wrong," Davina said firmly. "Now, you're coming with us, and you're going to tell Kol everything, or we can do this my why were I tear it out of your mind by force," she growled.

"I…" he started.

"Sleep," she snapped which had him collapsing on the ground.

"Davina," Hayley started.

"Come on, help me get him to the car," Davina said grabbing his ankles. "Should've brought Kol," she grumbled as her and Hayley manhandled Shane.

"This would've been easier if you hadn't put him to sleep," Hayley muttered.

"It was this or break his neck," she muttered sourly. "Besides, no one can see us, cloaking spell," Davina muttered as they walked.

"What's so bad about Expression?" Hayley huffed as they navigated the stairs.

"Expression is unnatural," Davina admitted and struggled to keep her balance with his weight. "Calls on darkness that doesn't exist on this plane, and tears the user's soul apart until they die, but when they die, no soul so no afterlife of any kind, no heave, purgatory, hell, or the Other Side," Davina huffed as she used her magic to open the doors. They made it to the Jeep, which had Davina dropping his feet and popping open the back. Hayley all but threw him in the back, Davina picked up Shane's feet before they shut the back end. "Basically, Expression is the unfiltered, unbalanced destruction of self and others," Davina explained. "And it can't be controlled."

"Really?"

"Really, the more powerful the witch, the more uncontrollable," Davina huffed. "It's why it's forbidden in any conventional coven and frowned upon by the magic community. And he taught it to a girl, Bonnie, she's a kid really, shouldn't know this kind of magic."

"How do you know of this kind of magic?" Hayley asked.

"A coven in New Orleans had a witch performing Expression and Black Magic," Davina explained thinking of Nandi's mother. "Her coven eventually caught her, but only after she had sacrificed babies to gather power," Davina sighed.

"Babies?"

"Yes, babies, the younger a witch is, the more… unrestrained their magic. More powerful witches are born pretty much reflexively practicing magic, I was, and so was a friend of mine," she admitted thinking of what Kol had told her. There was also all the stuff Hope could and would do, which had driven her parents nuts. "But to sacrifice innocent life, without regard to consequences, is a lot of power, and it's more power when a witch taps into it without regard of consequence and self, it's not even magic at that point. We call it Expression because it's only caused by emotions, the more volatile the emotions involved, the more dangerous the Expression, and an out-of-control Expression will kill it's witch."

"That's gruesome," Hayley admitted.

"Yup. Which is why, I will be tearing into his mind after Kol finishes the interrogation," Davina admitted.

"What are you going to do with him in the meantime?" Hayley asked.

"Didn't get that far yet. I'll ask Marcel to hold him. Come on, we need to find Kol," she sighed as she got in the passenger seat.

"Why don't you just call him?"

"I lost phone privileges apparently," she snickered.

"You really are insane," Hayley decided.

Davina laughed harder as she pulled the button out of her pocket. "I just need a map, simple locator spell will find him," she chuckled.

"You're using a button?"

"It's off his jacket, I doubt he even noticed I snagged it," she mused. "I need coffee, but we'll find him first so I can solve the Hunter problem, then we'll figure out what to do with Shane."

Hayley just looked amused as she drove. "You are a strange one, Davina Claire," she decided.

"I know, and perhaps one day I'll explain it all, but I'm on a time crunch right now," Davina admitted.

Damon groaned as he came to and found himself chained up, and in a cell of some sort. He looked around wearily and then spotted his captor reading something.

"What the hell man!?" Damon shouted in frustration as he sat there.

"Oh good, you're awake," Kol looked up then and smiled. "Personally, I'd leave the compulsion but the witch with a list and plan said differently."

"So… this is your solution?" Damon muttered. "Could've at least bought me dinner first."

"Kol!" a voice shouted.

"Coming love," he called back as he set aside his book and Damon scowled. He hated that he couldn't really hear the conversation above, but he was stunned when a girl appeared. He hadn't really taken her in on their first meeting as he was still in his spat with Stefan and dealing with the repercussions of the sire bond to Elena, but now that he was looking at the witch he was uneasy. She was a petite, homely looking girl. She looked innocent, there was that air about her to, but the way her blue eyes looked him over with a calculating look… she was dangerous.

"Well, this is an unpleasant surprise," he sneered. "It seems Elena was right about you."

"Shut up," she snapped. "I'm here to save you from yourself."

"What are you going to do?" Kol asked.

"I learned a way to break the compulsion when I was younger, it was to keep my family safe, but… the process is painful, and it takes a lot of time," Davina admitted. "Just requires breaking the chains of compulsion in the mind."

"Magic can break a compulsion?" Kol asked. Damon didn't like that curious tone to the psycho's voice.

"Whoa there, I'm not letting you anywhere near my head," Damon huffed.

"Why not?" the girl pouted a bit.

"Cause I happen to like my mind! Who knows what you'd break poking around in there."

"Not much from the looks of things," Davina stated. "You might as well go help Hayley; this will take a little while," she said to Kol.

"How long?" Kol asked.

"Considering he doesn't seem to have much in there as it is, maybe thirty minutes," Davina offered.

"Hey! I'm insulted!" Damon protested.

"I mean, you're not wrong," Kol informed the witch. "It was easy to compel him."

"Just go help Hayley," Davina said.

"You need to stop bossing me around, love," Kol said looming over Davina's shoulder to whisper in her ear.

"You two need to get a room," Damon grumbled in disgust.

Kol's eyes flicked to Damon as his lips curved into a sadistic smile which had Damon shooting back a sarcastic smile. Kol draped himself around the witch then, and the witch gave Damon an unimpressed look.

"If you can't break the compulsion, I can just kill him, love," Kol offered in a tone that sent a genuine shiver of fear oozing down Damon's spine.

"We'll consider it, now go," Davina waved Kol off. Kol smiled before he disappeared.

"You and your boy toy don't scare me, honey, so why don't we just do the reasonable thing and let me go before Bonnie and Caroline find out you're not the ray of sunshine they thought."

"I haven't hidden the fact I work with Kol from anyone," she shrugged.

"Elena will kill you if you hurt me," he stated.

"Elena is the least of my problems," Davina stated and lifted her hand. "This is going to hurt."

"What is!?" he asked, then screamed as she lifted her hand and he felt the power surge through him, tearing through every fiber of his being.

Kol came back after helping Hayley stash the good professor in a box; literally, and shoving said box in the basement of his brother's house. Davina was leaning outside the crypt he had stashed Damon Salvatore and paused seeing her just standing there, patient and calm.

"You finish?" he asked her.

"Yes, it didn't take much on his part, but you're compulsion was powerful," she admitted. "He's unconscious right now, but it's broken."

"We could've just finished it," he stated.

"No point," she admitted. "Can you unchain him, and we go?"

"Certainly love, but you need to stop bossing me," he warned.

"I will," she assured him with a chuckle. Kol shook his head but went to work; once Damon was slumped over in his chair Kol walked back up to Davina. She smiled happily at him, which stunned him as she shivered a bit.

"Thanks," she sighed. "I know you don't like being told what to do, but we're not killing kids."

"You seem very determined about that," he muttered.

"I am. Besides, we have Shane, I'm certain in that head of his is the location of Silas and we can end him before these idiots release him," she admitted.

"Is that the Hayley you were going to track down?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Who's Freya?" he asked.

"Not important yet, and you won't believe me if I told you," she answered.

"Love, we're working together," he said.

"I know that, and I trust you, beyond a shadow of a doubt. But you don't trust me," she stated.

Kol scowled. "I would trust you a lot more if you didn't have all these secrets."

"No you wouldn't," she snorted in amusement. "No, you don't trust easily. And if I told you, you wouldn't react well," she shrugged. "But that's alright, because I like working with you and I don't mind earning your trust. When you trust me I'll tell you all my dirty secrets."

"I put Shane in my brother's basement," Kol divulged.

"We'll get answers from him tomorrow."

They started walking towards his car in relative silence, and Kol assessed the young witch carefully. She was such an oddity, he wanted to know more, he wanted to know everything, and yet he didn't know where to begin.

"What sort of music do you enjoy?" he blurted out when curiosity got the better of him.

Davina stared dumbly at him before she burst into laughter.

"What!?" he demanded.

"First time, first time I met you, you told me I had terrible tastes in music," she laughed. His lips quirked a little, her laughter was infectious.

"Well, do you?" he asked curiously.

"I love the classics," she said as she finally straightened upright. "Bach, Puccini, Mozart. And I love jazz. Plus country, alternative, rock and roll, classic rock, and a bunch of others."

"I remember listening to Mozart perform once," he chuckled. "Was a stunning performance."

"I bet, I wish I could've seen something like that," she sighed wistfully.

"Why would I say you have terrible tastes in music?"

"Mmm, at the time I was buying… not the best records for someone in my care and you were being a flirt," she accused.

"Me, darling, a flirt, never!" he declared with mock outrage.

"The day you stop flirting or teasing people is the day I join a convent," she retorted blandly.

"I like pretty things. Pretty things should be appreciated."

She smiled and her cheeks blushed which made him note she was actually a very beautiful young woman. He hadn't noticed it because he was too baffled by her reactions and interactions with him to really notice her appearance.

"Will you tell me why you want Esther?" he asked her.

"Because she corrupted the Ancestors," she sighed as she paused in their walk towards the road. "Back home, things… they happened, but we always trusted our Ancestors, because they're the Ancestors and they're supposed to be guiding us. Esther was consecrated there, and so was another witch, and they… they corrupted the Ancestors to being hateful, spiteful, and cruel. I want to seal off Esther's spirit, and Mikael's, for good measure, to deal with a problem to come, but mostly so they can't corrupt my home or destroy my family."

"My mother has never been consecrated, anywhere, I won't let them," Kol pointed out honestly. He had fought tooth and nail against his mother ever being consecrated.

"Not yet. When I am from, she was, and she wreaked havoc unlike any other and corrupted the ancestors to the point where I will never practice that magic again."

"But you helped the Bennett witch set up her own ancestors," Kol pointed out.

"She was being taught Expression," Davina stated.

"Oh," he mouthed in understanding then.

"When I've sealed up Esther, and Mikael, I will feel accomplished," Davina admitted.

"Why do you need to seal them?" he asked.

"You're going to need them to destroy Dahlia."

"I'm going to need them!?" he sputtered.

"Your family is," she clarified.

"Why!?"

"Because of reasons I can't say yet," she chimed.

"Why'd you want the White Oak Stakes?"

"To keep you alive," she answered bluntly.

"That's it!?" his brows rose up in disbelief as he studied her closely.

"I like you alive," she pointed out. "Alive is good," she nodded before they reached the car.

Marcel saw Davina at the Mikaelson house and intercepted her before she could enter it.

"Come on D, I got us a place and you can tell me all about whatever the hell you have brewing," he said as he slung his arm around her.

"Oh… I didn't think you'd get it all set up that fast," she admitted as they walked together.

"I'm not having you hang around Mikaelsons. Oh, and another thing," he pulled out the cellphone he had bought and added on to his current plan and held it out for her. "Answer this," he ordered. "My number is the first one programed in there, so if I call you, I expect you to answer."

"Thanks!" she smiled. "This is going to make things easier."

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, it's been a long day, there's a great burger joint, the Mystic Grill," she explained.

"Well alright," he chuckled as he started the car. Davina gave him directions. He was unimpressed with the town and itched to grab Davina and high tail it out of there, but he couldn't, not with Davina being on a warpath. He was impressed if this was the woman, she grew up to be, she seemed strong, capable and level headed.

"D, about the other you," he started as they got out of the car and walked towards the grill.

"What about her?"

"What happened to her?"

"I have a theory," she admitted with a grimace. "But you're really not going to like it, and I can't tell you."

"Why not?" he demanded.

"I can't tell you that either," she admitted.

"Davina Claire!"

"I can't tell you because you're going to overreact or worse and I don't have time to deal with that, I'm on a time crunch as it is, and if I tell you then I have to deal with you freaking out. Also, I'm not stupid, Kol's somewhere around here trying to figure me out because he's curious so he's probably eavesdropping somewhere I can't see him."

"I hate magic!" he shouted as they entered the grill.

"Oh, hey Davina," a large boy greeted Davina with a warm smile.

"Hey Matt, Marcel, this is Matt."