I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina sat in the old house sorting through the herbs and looking over her notes. It was after careful, and painful deliberation she had come to the conclusion she had to ensure the conception of Hope Mikaelson. The Tribrid was actually a powerful girl, and she would have a destiny to fulfill. Davina though was all for Hayley and Klaus doing what they did last time, but she was brewing this potion as a just in case. There was probably a window of opportunity here that was to be considered to conceive Hope, and she would be prepared for the just in case. And in a week she'd be running after Kol so she should start brewing now.

"Hey Davina," Bonnie greeted.

She waved as she continued her measurements and work.

"Which you am I talking to?"

"Both," she answered honestly. Little Her had been interested in the potion and it's uses since Davina had started setting up things, and so they were both in control right now as they worked.

"What are you up to?"

"A potion," she answered.

"For?"

"For none of your concern," Davina chuckled. "It's going to be in your care though while I'm killing Silas with Kol."

"But I don't get to know what it is?"

"No," Davina answered.

"Seems suspicious to me," Bonnie admitted dryly.

"It's not, it's not for anything you need to concern yourself with though," Davina stated as she continued measuring out the herbs. She'd have to find a way to get the needed blood for the spell. Perhaps Silas could make Klaus bleed, or Kol would have a solution. Given Klaus' vampiric nature as well as his wolf nature, she would need his blood so she'd know what to work around when making this so that it could work with him and Hayley.

"I think I should know what you're doing if you're leaving this in my care," Bonnie pointed out.

"You know when I'm from," Davina stated.

"Yes."

"This is for something I need to happen," Davina answered. "That is all you need to know."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Not particularly," she admitted as she looked over her notes and continued grinding the herbs. "It's just time consuming, and I need to multitask."

"Does this have to do with Silas?"

"Nope," she admitted. "Has to do with another thing."

"Mmm," Bonnie nodded as she read over the ingredients list. "What else are you going to do?"

"Kill an Original," she answered. "Kill an all-powerful witch, seal off another one, probably destroy my ancestors, normal things you fix when you have the gift of foresight."

"Destroy your ancestors?"

"Yes," Davina answered. "My ancestors are hundreds of years old, and they have been corrupted by a witch on the Other Side. I'm going to kill that witch, but the damage is done, and I will not stand for a repeating of history because they are greedy and selfish, the dead should guide the living, not rule them."

"But you're teaching me ancestral magic," Bonnie said.

"So I am," Davina admitted. "The difference is, while the ancestors I had you consecrate are old, they're new in this connection, they haven't been around for hundreds of years to be corrupted, and the witch isn't focused on them."

"Which Original are you going to kill?" Bonnie asked.

"Esther," Davina answered. "I'm here to kill Esther."

"She's dead, Davina."

"No, she's on the Other Side, which is where the supernatural go for death when they are unwilling to find peace and move on. Ancestors are bound to the Other Side to keep magic flowing though, usually by familial links and blood, Ancestral Magic is similar to blood magic this way. By consecrating them, you have created a power to channel, like a paragon diamond. See, it's not about your raw power Bonnie, it's about how you can connect and harness that power, which is why I had you consecrate them. The additional benefit of ancestors is now you have a link to old knowledge that might not be in a grimoire."

"If you destroy your ancestors though…" Bonnie started.

"Then I will have infuriated the Nine Covens but also liberated them. We are ruled by the dead in New Orleans, and that isn't natural Bonnie, it goes against nature in fact. Killing Esther will help me when the Harvest comes because she can't high jack it and my friends and little me will come back, but destroy the Ancestors ensures a ritual like the Harvest will never be enacted again. It will also buy us some time," Davina muttered.

"Time?"

"Time, Bonnie, I need to buy us time," she admitted as she scribbled down a few notes of her own as she watched the reaction of the herbs.

"Why do you need to buy us time?"

"Because there are far worse things that go bump in the night than Silas or Esther Mikaelson," Davian answered. "And I need to buy time so that they can fight and prepare and prevent a tragedy again."

"Don't you risk cutting off the covens from a power source?" Bonnie asked.

"No," Davina chuckled. "A witch's power is a witch's power, which is something New Orleans has forgotten, it is not something that can be taken from you or stolen. It's… My best friend Josh pointed out that a witch can't change their DNA, it's about embracing it, and a witch's power is a witch's power, it cannot be taken or stolen, it can be disconnected or buried, but it's never gone because it's a part of you, like blood, or bones, it's a part of you. The trick is reconnecting to it."

"Have you… been disconnected?"

"Yes," Davina answered. "And I was terrified to reconnect."

"What made you reconnect?"

"Josh," she admitted with a smile. "He… he believed in me in ways no one other than maybe Kol or Vincent ever has."

"Why were you disconnected?"

"I lost my confidence," she admitted. "And dying sucked, my Ancestors were so corrupted they were happy to have a sixteen-year-old child suffer rather than comforting her, and it is because I know them and that they'll do it again that they have to go, before another sixteen-year-old ends up over there and being shunned for not being what the Ancestors wanted."

Bonnie nodded. "That's terrible."

"It happens," she shrugged. "So, this potion," she said as she started pulling up the notes. "I don't know how long I'll be, but I've laid out instructs for as long as it takes, it's a potion that takes a whole moon cycle to brew," she explained. "These are the herbs…"

Kol had spent a week cleaning and sailing the ship his brother had named Céleste and prepping her for the sea. He had also spent the week reacquainting himself with sailing and how it felt to be on the sea, which was a good feeling. Today he was buying supplies for mortals because Klaus and Marcel had texted him that they were bringing the blood.

He was baffled at how many different kinds of camping tents there were! He wouldn't have thought there to be so many types, but then again, when he had last done this; it was simple: have a canvas, pitch a tent, and relax. Now there were so many different kinds, he was a bit intimidated but undeterred in his quest. Hayley and Davina would need shelter, unlike Klaus, Marcel, and himself they were mortal and susceptible to the elements. Granted he didn't relish being drenched by rain or something, but the goal was for the girls not to die of pneumonia while on that godforsaken island so he would focus on gathering things for them. Finding similar tents to what he recognized as a tent he bought those. He also bought a few repellents which smelled awful but should work if the girls did run into an animal. If he thought it smelt terrible, then he could only imagine what the wildlife would think.

He also got a few fishing nets; he was impressed by nylon. Once he had those, he did grab the right sleeping bags for the girls, as well as some for himself and the other two. Though he doubted Klaus would use it. Food was a bit more difficult for him to figure out.

He finally gave up and called Davina for a guide of what the humans would need to eat. She was both hers and laughing her ass off at his hopelessness which had him wanting to snarl at her as he endured it and bought up enough supplies to last a couple of weeks. Getting food for the ship wasn't nearly as difficult because they had a galley there, and the food could be cooked as needed. Admittedly this galley was far better than the last ship he had been on, and he was kind of in love with it, and he'd sooner boil his tongue in oil than admit that to Elijah.

Everything was prepped and he felt that this was about as good as it was going to get. Especially after having made the four beds in the cabin with new sheets. He had felt bad about putting the girls in one of the smaller beds, but there was no way in hell he'd fit on one of those, and neither would Marcel or Nik. Still, he gave them the heaviest blankets he had bought as well as a few quilts Elijah had stowed away here.

He would feed tonight and then he would be able to manage the coming weeks. Worse come to worse he would have Nik take the girls home and wait for someone to return, or not, to the island before coming home. If he had to, he could swim it, it wouldn't be fun, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing. Once he was back from the island, he'd have to go have a big feed.

Kol couldn't keep his bloodlust under control, and it bothered him at times, like now, when he would have to work with his witch for a long period of time and have no food nearby. He was thinking he might need to write a memo to himself that Davina was his witch and not food, or he'd have to have Marcel ready to dagger him. Kol had snagged a dagger on his way out of Klaus' home as an insurance policy against his lack of control and lack of food supply.

The hour drive to Boston had him hunting up the shadiest pub he could find. After he drained the pub of its unsavory patrons, which were a good hundred in count when he was finished. He left the mess there to keep the police busy before heading back to the ship. Showering he felt alive again and manageable, which was good because starting tomorrow would be a test on his will power.

Having a quiet evening finally as he finished with going over the supply check list, which had him sprawled out on a chair on the deck as he fingered a sniffer of brandy, fingering a new detective novel he had seen in a store window on his way to the harbor. It wasn't half bad, he did find himself looking up most of the slang and technical terms, but it wasn't half bad. The ringing phone had him pulling away from his book as he answered.

"Evening love," he drawled out as he sipped his brandy.

"Hello, I have Bonnie here," she answered.

"Which Davina am I talking to?" he asked then.

"Both, they're both working together, it's kind of weird" Bonnie answered. "I have some questions about the potion that she has be brewing."

"What sort of questions, darling?" he asked as he thought about the fertility potion that he knew Davina had started while he was away. He made a mental note to look into the Gemini Coven's merging ritual to see if that was what was happening with both of Davina's souls working together in unison in a body. He was curious how this worked, he knew that they were two separate entities but over the week it seemed they were working more and more in unison than separate.

"There's notes here referencing a hybrid's blood being needed, I can't get Klaus' blood and I don't know how long you two are gone," she said.

"I was thinking we could study the difference between a vampire and a wolf and come to a medium in between," Davina piped up.

"Good thought," he admitted as he thought it over. "It'll have to be a male vampire."

"So you think that could work?"

"I don't see why not, we just need to know the reaction with the vampiric qualities in the blood, we're not testing it on a vampire," he said as he looked out at the harbor.

"What sort of reactions should I be looking for?" Bonnie asked.

"Davina, how much potion do you have?" he asked.

"About… a little more than a gallon?" she answered.

"Bonnie, you're going to want to use about a half for the tests, you'll need a drinking portion, about a third of a cup is best but a quarter for these tests will work, mix the blood. Set up small cups for simultaneous brewing and adjust ingredients, you're looking for a deep rich amber color. If the potion turns anything but a deep amber after two weeks of brewing, then it won't work." he explained. "It will also smell like fine wine. Keep it separate from the control."

"I think we made too much," Davian admitted.

"You think love!?"

"I was following your instructions!"

"Take me off speaker phone love," he warned. He knew she hadn't told Bonnie what they were doing, not exactly and he didn't want the Bennett witch knowing.

"You're off."

"We're not trying to breed a litter of these things!" he hissed.

"Tribrids."

"That," he hissed.

"I didn't think it'd make this much."

"Bloody hell, love," he muttered. "We'll dispose of the rest later."

"Alright."

"Are you ready to set sail tomorrow?" he asked.

"I think so, Hayley and I went shopping for what you said," she answered.

"Good," he replied.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Oh, Bonnie's back," Davina said.

"Hello Darling," he greeted Bonnie.

"The making of this wasn't hard," Bonnie started.

"No darling, the tricky part is the brewing," he cut her off. "You're going to have to watch your cultures and the control closely, I left a list of expectations and standards for this potion, it'll be tricky, but at the end you should have a substance that'll be deep red by the end of the moon cycle, however, Davina and I will be back before then, and you should make sure it stays an amber coloring, if it turns black or violet pitch it immediately and pour iron and salt over it. Iron will stop the reaction, salt will help break it up, do not inhale it."

"So, it's dangerous?"

"If done incorrectly," he stated firmly. "But you're going to do it correctly and when Davina and I get back we'll finish it."

"You're coming back?"

"We're coming back, darling. Just keep following the instructions and keep a close eye on the potions," he ordered.

"Okay, I'll go get the male vampire blood," Bonnie sighed.

"Best you use one who's on human blood, darling," he quipped.

"Oh, come on!" Bonnie groaned.

"I'm serious, regular human diet, it'll be the best to study, and I'm not asking you to collect his sperm or something, just his blood," Kol snorted.

"Ew!" Bonnie shrieked as she left.

"Really Kol?" Davina asked flatly.

"I love riling up a good witch," he chuckled. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Marcel, Hayley and I are leaving when I get home," Davina admitted.

"Good, we'll run off the island, kill Silas and be on our merry way to killing my mother's spirit," he cheered.

"Yup, see you in the morning Kol," she chuckled.

"See you then love," he replied as he hung up and leaned back to stare at the stars. It was a lovely evening, he thought.

His phone rang again which had him sighing as he saw Elijah's name on the screen.

"Hello," he greeted tiredly.

"I was wondering how the Céleste has been holding up."

"You could stand to take better care of her, brother," he chuckled. "She's a good ship, solid, seaworthy, I'm impressed, she handles well."

"I don't have much use for sailing," Elijah reminded him dryly.

"I forgot about the seasickness, in that case I might relieve you of her when I finish Davina's list, she is a divine ship," he chuckled.

"About Silas," Elijah said calmly.

"I…"

"All I request is that you do not die," Elijah cut him off. "When you let your passions rule you, in any form, you get sloppy, when you are sloppy you are reckless, and I would rather not have a dead brother."

"When do I get reckless?" Kol asked sarcastically.

"Do I begin when you were two years old or now? I could be here for the next century recounting your most famous reckless endeavors," Elijah pointed out blandly.

"I get the point, I won't be reckless," he assured his brother.

"Thank you, despite whatever you may think or believe, Kol, we do love you and care about your welfare," Elijah said softly.

"But you care more about Nik's redemption than you ever could about the reality of my situation," he said softly as he looked at the brandy.

"It's not about caring more for one brother or another, Kol," Elijah chided.

"Gods, if it were only that easy," he chuckled humorlessly.

"We have been a family for millennium, I would hate…"

"Don't," he breathed. "Just don't, Elijah," he warned tiredly. "It is what it is, Nik's never been right in the head after the Hunter's curse. And our parents didn't do us any favors either."

"I still do not desire you to leave our family," Elijah said.

"Elijah, I was never a part of 'Always and Forever', and we know that," he murmured.

"But you are," Elijah argued.

"I'll take care of Silas, but if I don't come back from the island, I'm going to need you to do me a favor."

"Anything."

"Keep Davina Claire safe, and trust her, Elijah. She can't explain everything now, but trust her, she's here to do good, and don't let Nik use her a plaything," he pleaded.

"I shall."

"Do that for me, and when I get back, I'll consider us square," he decided.

"It can't be that simple," Elijah chuckled.

"It is, you keep her safe, and you trust her, and I'll consider us square when I get back," he reaffirmed. "She's important Elijah, don't be fooled by her youth, she's important and she's here to save our arses. So please, trust her."

"I shall treat her as if she were family," Elijah replied.

"Ah bloody hell, I feel bad for her now," he snorted.

"What?"

"We're horrid at this family shit," he laughed.

"We're not that bad," Elijah chortled humorlessly.

"Thank you, I'll see you when Silas is dead," he promised as he hung up and looked back up at the stars.