I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Caroline skipped into the school building ready for a new day, utterly delighted that there was a new day where her friends weren't being threatened, maimed, or worse in an impossible quest for a cure which probably was more trouble than help. The only think that would make her day better was if Klaus would stop hunting Tyler so Tyler could come home. But that wasn't happening so she would take what she could get.

"Oh, good, Caroline, there's a new student coming in today, I was hoping you would show her around," Mrs. Clarke said appearing then.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said as she pulled herself off her dream world to nod.

"Good, her name is Davina Claire, she's to be a sophomore," Mrs. Clarke said.

"Oh! Davina! Yeah, I'll be happy to show her around," Caroline smiled.

"You know her?"

"Um… yeah, she and her dad just moved her last week," she explained.

"Oh good, I was worried she wasn't going to know anyone," Mrs. Clarke smiled happily and left her. Caroline nodded as she went to her locker.

"So… Care," Elena appeared.

"I can't right now, Elena, I have to go find Davina, I'm going to show her around the school."

"Davina?"

"Davina, you know, about yay high, saved Jer from impending doom of losing humanity," Caroline explained as she held a hand up to where Davina's stood in height.

"No, I know, I'm just surprised she's coming here, she seemed… too self-important to come to school," Elena shrugged.

"Don't be nasty Elena, she saved your brother from a horrible fate."

"Supposedly."

"You can hug your brother now!"

"We don't know anything about her!" Elena insisted.

"I don't have time for this Elena, whatever your problems with Davina are you're the only one having them."

"She's friends with Kol!" Elena snapped. "Kol! Who pretended to be Jeremy's friend, who broke Damon's neck with a baseball bat, and who tried to kill us for wanting a cure!"

"No, not us, you, you for wanting a cure that's apparently tied to Armageddon."

"Don't you want to be human again, Care?"

"I like me! I like being this version of me, I get to… Elena, I don't feel like a freak, I like who I've become because of this. This is… this is the me I always wanted to be but couldn't be."

"What?"

"I don't expect you to get it, Elena, and I do want you to have the best of life, but you're being unbelievably selfish, not everyone hates being a vampire, and not everyone hates what they've become because of this," Caroline stated. "Now I really do have to go find Davina."

"I still don't trust her," Elena called after her.

"I don't expect you to!" she countered. She hurried to the front of the school and was unsurprised when she saw Davina with Kol, Hayley and her father figure.

"Davina!" Caroline smiled as she walked up. She resisted the urge to glare venomously at Hayley given the fact Hayley had gone with Kol to save Davina from Katherine.

Davina had wedged herself between Hayley and Kol because she was mad at Marcel for making her do this, but she wasn't upset by his reasonings. She just didn't want to go to high school. In New Orleans she had been a witch, her mother might've sent her to public elementary school, but she had stopped going when she was ten to focus on her craft as a witch. Davina had also only been allowed to go to elementary school because she was a prodigal witch. Davina had been praised as being the most powerful witch of her generation in New Orleans, by all covens, she had even been blessed by Regent LaRue when she had been nine for her prowess and skill as a witch.

She was never going to go to high school or be stuck with teenagers.

"That's Caroline a friend of Bonnie's," Kol informed her.

"She's a vampire," Davina whispered.

"A very chipper one," Hayley muttered.

"It's so good to see you!" Caroline announced as she came over.

"Play nice, Lil D," Marcel ordered with a massive smile that she took as a threat. She glared at him and pressed herself more behind Kol and Hayley.

"Don't worry, love, we solve Silas and no more high school," Kol promised.

"Yes, high school, as long as we're in this town, when we go back to New Orleans, we'll negotiate that," Marcel stated.

"I'm a prodigal witch, I should be doing magic, not algebra," she grumbled.

"Or being traumatized by sex driven, shallow, petty teenagers," Hayley mused.

"Oh god, what if they don't like me!?" Davina demanded in a panic as she stared up at Hayley.

"Then they're just proving their stupidity," Kol decided.

"Easy for you to say, you're Old! You don't have to worry about people's opinions, you're going to outlive them!" she countered.

"She's got you there," Hayley commented. "Just remember, if anyone bothers you, I'll beat them up."

"You're not beating up a bunch of kids, Hayley." Marcel stressed.

"Try me, I watch out for my pack," Hayley declared.

"I'll help," Kol whispered.

"You two are a horrible influence on my girl," Marcel announced.

"Can I watch?" Davina asked as she looked up between Kol and Hayley.

"Certainly," Hayley slung her arm around Davina's shoulder. "I'll even teach you to throw a mean right hook."

"No, no, we are not encouraging violence!" Marcel retorted.

"If any boys try anything on you, attack the groin and run," Kol asserted.

"You guys are making it sound like I'm sending her to a gang house!" Marcel snapped.

"That's what high school is!" Hayley insisted.

"It isn't!"

"Did you go?" Hayley demanded.

"No, but I got an education from Klaus!"

"And Elijah. And Bex, let's not forget Bex's loving education." Kol quipped.

"And you," Marcel sneered.

"I still hate you," Kol growled.

"Lil D, you're doing this, and you two aren't going to encourage violence." Marcel maintained as he pried her from Hayley. "Here's the thing Lil D, go for the eyes, the groin or the stomach, elbow is the hardest point of the human body, use it if you want to hurt them, and legs are stronger than arms, kicks will help you escape faster, if in doubt scream fire that'll attract more attention than help, and if all else fails, crush them with your magic," he whispered hurriedly. "I love you, have a great day, we'll pick you up!"

She stared at them as she hesitantly walked towards the blonde. Marcel smiled, Hayley and Kol waved her off, and she gulped as she waved to them too.

"How are you this morning?" Caroline asked.

"Fine," she answered. "You're… Bonnie's friend."

"Yeah, we've met…" Caroline started.

"Sorry, it's complicated, I'm Little Davina," she said as she held out her hand. "You know Big Me."

"Oh…" Caroline said in confusion. "Well then, Little Davina, I'm Caroline Forbes, class president, and friend of Bonnie's, I'm going to show you around the school."

"Okay, and you can just call me Davina," she said.

"Oh, okay. Why are you…?"

"Complicated," Davina answered. "Bonnie knows a little, she can explain."

"Okay, well, if you want, I'll get Bonnie to join us," Caroline said. Davina hugged her binder to herself and nodded hesitantly. She had never been around so many people her own age ever, and the way some of the kids were eyeing her had her wary, she kind of wanted to turn around and demand Kol or Hayley come with her.

"Hey Care," a big guy said. He was huge, barrel chested, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Matt! This is Davina, Davina, Matt," Caroline said.

"I know we've met," he smiled. "You saved Jer, pretty cool."

"It was nothing," she replied as she felt her cheeks heating up. Big Her had warned her that this would happen but was still weird experiencing it.

"No, seriously, thank you, he's finally himself," Matt smiled encouragingly.

"We should go get Bonnie," Caroline said.

"Okay, I just wanted to ask if you could pick up a shift at the grill today, Elena said she can't," he sighed.

"Oh, oh sure!" she nodded.

"Thanks," he said as he disappeared.

"Have you ever done high school?" Caroline asked her.

"No, my mother believed it would prove a distraction from studying my craft," she admitted.

"Really?"

"I'm a prodigal witch," Davina reminded the blonde. "I'm not a normal teenage girl."

"Fair enough," she nodded. "Well, if you want you can eat lunch with Bonnie, Matt and I, we usually eat together in the quad, Elena and Jer might join us, they might not, oh, and Stefan might, but that depends on how many crises are happening."

"Do you have a lot of crises?"

"Depends on the day, come on I'll show you you're locker and you're first class," Caroline smiled happily.

"Okay," Davina nodded shyly. She saw a tall teen staring at her with unreadable eyes as she passed him. He was nearly as tall as Kol, and his dark hair seemed to be in a messy, short style.

"Hey Jer," Caroline greeted.

"Hey Caroline, hey Davina," he greeted.

She smiled tightly as she tried to make herself smaller and disappear from his gaze, it wasn't a look she really liked.

Kol watched her walk into the building that still looked like some sort of prison to him and grimaced. He'd rather go through the Spanish Inquisition than high school from what he could see and smell; the amount of hormones in the air was nauseating. At least when he had been a teenager it wasn't like he was required to be around other teenagers; he'd been busy getting the crap beaten out of him by Finn and his father, who were intent on turning them into the best warriors they could be.

"What have you learned about Silas?" Marcel questioned as the three of them started walking away from the school.

"Silas is buried on an island off the coast of Nova Scotia, we can sail there or charter a plane. Sailing would be safer though because the island is uninhabited and abandoned."

"Abandoned?" Hayley asked.

"Every settlement there, ever, has been driven mad or dies mysteriously," he explained. "I think that's the work of Silas. If there are people there, they won't be the friendly sort. At least if we go by ship then we can control our comings and goings to the island and don't have to rely on an airplane."

"And how would we be doing this?" Hayley inquired.

"It's been a century, but I doubt the mechanics for sailing have changed so much that I can't get us there," Kol said dryly.

"You can sail?" Marcel asked skeptically.

"Of course I can bloody sail! I've been sailing and navigating before it became a common thing!" he snapped. "I'm a Viking by trade!"

"So?"

"So, I've been sailing seas, rivers, lakes, since I was a wee lad, went on all the voyages with my father before I was turned, and done plenty others since that time," he snorted. "I can sail us to the island on the simplest of sail boats or modern ones!"

"You really were a Viking?" Hayley queried in awe.

"Of course, I was love, believed in Odin and Thor and Loki," he waved his hand. "Before Christianity took over everything. Granted I do still pray to the old gods when I pray. But I remember before Christianity took over everything so thoroughly."

"That's amazing," she smiled in delight.

"Don't let our colorful past fool you, darling, we're what you call Vikings. No matter what Bex, Nik or Elijah may think or say about us being Lords and Lady, we're Vikings at heart, traveled, plundered, and explored. We were farmers, merchants, and warriors."

"What was it like?"

"Our father was an immensely powerful landowner, both in the New World and Old World, and was a chief of our village, he was an accomplished warlord. Finn was his heir, and took the role far too seriously, Elijah would have been chief, I think, in the long run, he had more calmness about him than Finn did, and he was a better listener to the problems of the people. He was also happy to set aside his needs for the needs of the people, Finn wasn't. Finn was the only one of us to travel continuously between the Old and New World with father, Finn was a hell of a haggler too, could almost get anything for nothing.

"Klaus never went to the Old World, mother would never let him, Elijah went a few times, he hated sailing, always got seasick. Klaus would've probably been a great chief with Elijah, they were always thick as thieves and a team, if the Hunter's curse hadn't warped his mind so much, they probably would've become kings of some powerful empire long before now."

"What about Rebekah?" Marcel asked.

"Bex was a fine lady in making, father would've had her married at twelve, but mother held firm on holding off, she wasn't ready for his only daughter to be married. They had horrible fights about it, mother almost divorced father for his stance on Bekah marrying. She was seventeen, father was worried she'd die an old maid or in childbirth as she got older. Father though was going to look for a husband for her in the Old World, one that could be powerful enough to give her a secure future," he shrugged. "Henrik was my partner in crime, we got up to the most mischief, he was barely a man by our standards when he was killed."

"By your standards?" Hayley asked.

"In my village you were considered a man at the age of twelve," he stated. "Henrik was sixteen when he died, he was sweet on a lass in a neighboring village, a tribe girl, mother hated her. Henrik had moved to live with me at the time so he could marry the lass. Her tribe was receptive to his marriage proposal and father thought it was a good match."

"Move with you?" Marcel asked.

"Yes, I owned a farm, had my own land and property, mother didn't like that, but I had earned it, and lived there when I had turned thirteen. I was very good at it, being a witch and all."

"Why didn't Bekah and them…?" Marcel started.

"Simple really, they couldn't, or rather wouldn't. Nik and Elijah could leave, they had the money to leave, but Bekah couldn't, as an unwed lass, she'd be with her relatives, and there was no way our father would relinquish her. But they wouldn't leave Bekah under our mother's thumb alone, the tradeoff was they'd be under father's thumb.

"Henrik's declaration to move to my farm was actually a point that shifted Bekah, Elijah and Klaus to seriously think about moving out and on their own, they were all wealthy in their own rights, though Elijah or Nik would have to support Bex, or I would, we were her elder brothers after all, and though Vikings gave more power to women than most at the times, it was still unwise for a lone woman to be unwed and on her own," he shrugged. "Finn would've never supported her, he sneered at me leaving the home though he did the same thing. Granted he couldn't figure out how to run a successful farm, but he did leave the house, he worked as a tradesman in the village and studied to be chief with father."

"No one ever talks about Henrik," Marcel said softly.

"There isn't much to talk about," Kol admitted. "The night Henrik died was a tragedy, but it was also the last night he was to be with our family before he would move with me so he could marry his girl. The plan was I'd leave the farm in Henrik's control and sail to the Old World, that didn't happen," he shrugged. "I'll get us to the island. It'll be a voyage though, I have most the maps and charts, currents and winds, and this era forecasts weather which will make our voyage easier to do."

Hayley watched Kol's back as he walked ahead of them, and she lingered with Marcel.

"Who's Henrik?" she asked softly. She knew he was a family member, but she wasn't sure who he was, and this was the first time Kol had mentioned him.

"He was the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings, he was a little younger than Bekah," Marcel answered. "They said he had curly brown hair, Elijah's jawline, and blue eyes, he was supposedly a handsome young man."

"It's so weird," Hayley murmured.

"What is?"

"To think of a sixteen-year-old wanting to get married, or that they were Vikings," she admitted.

"I honestly didn't know they were Vikings until just now," Marcel murmured softly. "I mean, I thought they were from the Scandinavian area of Europe, but they never really talked about their heritage or pasts with anyone, they would play it off as European nobility or European warlords, or anything else."

"I thought you were their family," she said.

"I am, sort of, but… the Mikaelsons are old, Hayley," he murmured. "I mean they talk about empires rising and falling so casually because it just is to them. They've been around a lot of history, and they've done a lot of things. I'd be surprised if they ever talked about it openly, and they rarely ever talk about their human years."

"Why?"

"I asked Elijah that once, he said it was the last time his family was truly happy, and that that happiness was taken from them," Marcel said softly. "I guess they mourn it, in their own way."

"It's so cool though that he's a Viking!" she smiled.

"It explains a lot," Marcel offered.

Hayley was more curious about the Mikaelsons now, if they were Vikings it would explain some of the bloodier aspects of their reputation. But she wondered how much of that was vampirism and how much of it was them being Vikings.