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Allie X - Kid Wonder

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Davina Pov

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AFTER GETTING OFF THE PHONE WITH MY BESTIE, I JAMMED OUT TO SOME GUNS AND ROSES WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

That gave me plenty of time to think about Luna's dream guy. I was ninety-eight percent sure I knew who he was.

My Dad had some guy Niklaus over a week or two ago. I was sure he wouldn't mind asking me a few questions.

I raced to my closet as I applied my deodorant, eager to start the day.

For the day, I chose to wear a simple graphic tee, a vibrant yellow jacket, and some ankle boots.

With my curling wand in one hand, and my phone in the other I began texting Luna and curling my hair simultaneously.

I had done this so many times...it was nothing new...

Didn't you're mom say she met some dude named Nik?

She replied a beat later.

Yes

Well, my dad had someone named Nik over, that could be a nickname for Niklaus

That's a possibility, I'm trying not to be too hopeful /

Aw, don't expect disappointment, one way or another, I'm gonna find this guy for you :P

After finishing curling my hair I stuck it in a high ponytail and began to apply my daily citrus-smelling moisturizer. Then my favorite pink lipstick, eyeliner, and powder blue eyeshadow.

Feeling pleased with my look I kissed the mirror, rubbed some rose oil on my pulse points, and skipped out of my room bumping into Marcel.

"Hey, Dad, where were you headed?"

He smiled, his dark eyes twinkling. "I was actually on my way to wake you up, V."

I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Well, there's no need for that. Why don't we head downstairs and get some bagels and cream cheese?"

He looked a teensy bit unsettled by my words.

"Am I in trouble again?"

I giggled shaking my head as I began making my way downstairs. "No, silly I just need to talk to you."

Marcel nodded, "Is this about guys again?"

I scrunched up my nose, remembering our past conversation on the subject.

Dad had given me the sex talk, a month earlier. It had been so embarrassing, Diego laughed at me and I had thrown my bowl of frosted shredded wheat at his face. Needless to say, he didn't really laugh at me anymore over it.

Once we were in the kitchen I waved at Mike who greeted me with a hug as always.

My heart sang and Marcel asked me to sit while he prepared our breakfast.

Here we go, I thought as I watched him sit down.

"Who's Niklaus? You know the guy that comes over and shakes up the Quarter witches..."

He froze, and I tilted my head to the side, curious as to why he would react that way.

"Me and Klaus are friends... he is a revered King to four Great Wolf Nations. I was romantically involved with his sister, Rebekah, once a long ago..."

I thanked him when he handed me the steaming cinnamon bagel with cream cheese spread over the top.

"Hmm...I've heard about Rebekah before why don't you tell me more about her brother."

He arched a brow as he bit into his bagel.

"Davina, honey, he is a bit too old for you..."

I pressed forward, determined to squeeze as much out of him as I could.

"How much older? And besides, you always say that age is just a number."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Klaus is one of the Old Ones... apart of the Original family- -"

I sighed, "Klaus and Rebekah were the first Hybrids. Kol became the first Heretic, leaving Elijah and Finn as vampires."

He smiled, "I'm glad you pay attention to my lectures."

"I always pay attention to you."

Sipping on my orange juice I tapped my foot in a frantic manner. "What does he look like?"

"He's got curly blonde hair, and blue eyes... wait why are you so interested?"

That's how Luna described her dreamguy, she really put emphasis on his eyes.

"Dad, I'm just curious."

He stared at me for a moment, before sighing. "Alright, you know that hot spot in town that just popped up?"

I smirked, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Cloud Nine."

"He owns it, and if you are so...curious...about him maybe go there for your answers. He's supposed to be in town again soon."

I nodded, finishing up my bagel with a grin.

I couldn't tell Luna yet, I wasn't 100% sure. I was just going to have to see for myself.

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I'm here :)

Squealing in excitement at Luna's text, I peered out the window and saw a maroon truck pull into the parking space below my window.

I swear I could smell his woody scent from here.

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he stepped out.

Hello, gorgeous...

Today Jason Matvei Labonair was sporting an olive tee, which showcased his biceps. The blue jeans he was wearing were tight enough to allow me to see - -

Luna waved at me, and I waved back, tearing my eyes away from her very attractive father.

Her curls were gathered at the back of her head, though a few loose strands danced in the breeze. She wore a red chenille sweater paired with a jean skirt and sheer tights.

Luna made an impact everywhere she went. It made sense that she would innately radiate chic style no matter what she wore.

The two disappeared from my view, and I dashed out of my room and down the stairs. By the time I got there, Thierry and Diego were already greeting them at the door.

"How are you two doing on this fine morning?" Asked Thierry.

Luna responded, standing on her tippy toes. "Pretty good. How are you doing today?"

The two continued speaking about karaoke night at Rousseau's.

Diego and Jason were talking about the treaty renewal. Jason saw me at the foot of the stairs and nodded at me, a winsome smile on his face.

It was impossible to not be charmed by this man.

I melted to the floor, barely remembering to smile back. I was frozen, like a deer in headlights: caught in the path of his captivating kaleidoscopic green and gray eyes.

Feeling a hand on my back, I jumped. I untensed, realizing it had been Marcel.

Oh my god, what if Jason saw? If he did, it was clear he didn't find me being scared amusing because he wasn't laughing, unlike Diego.

Turning around, I lightly punched my Dad in the chest.

"Ouch. What was that for?" He asked with wide eyes.

"That was for scaring me."

Marcel chuckled and took my hand, leading us to the chatty group.

"Are you ready?" Jason asked Marcel, who was grinning.

Luna looked at me, a curious expression on her delicate features.

"What exactly are the two of you on about?"

Jason turned to me, "Remember that talk we had the night of the Carnival?"

I nodded. How could I forget?

"The Daddy-Daughter day?" I playfully whispered to him and he nodded, beaming.

Looking over at my best friend I saw her eyes had lit up. Today they were more green than gray. Luna really had her father's eyes...

"What's all this about? Have you two been scheming together?"

Her almond eyes darted to her Dad and me as she placed her hands on her hips. I don't know if she noticed but at the moment she was mirroring her father.

"You'll love it," I insisted taking her hand.

I watched as my best friend's shoulders untense and saw her lean her head back.

"Vina, I don't doubt that."

Jason and Marcel left the room, mentioning that they were arranging a few small things for Thursday's event.

I drug Luna away from Thierry and Diego's talk of the new Call Of Duty game...there were much more important topics to discuss like dreamguy...

"So, I talked to my Dad about that Nik guy and he being your dream dude is a pretty good possibility."

Instead of jumping for joy, my friend sank to the floor, holding her head in her hands.

The smile slid off my face.

"What's wrong?"

Luna groaned.

"There's just so much going on tomorrow...and Jilly and Hayley want to hang out Friday and sometime next week I have to summon a demon! Did I mention that Mom said we all needed a vacation?"

I patted her head, "Girl, you are always crazy busy but trust me when I say that I got you."

She stood, her curls bouncing from the quick, agile movement.

"You got me?"

I nodded, standing on the tips of my toes to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm your best friend...we're practically sisters so you don't ever have to ask me to stalk a guy for you."

She laughed nervously, "What do you mean stalk?"

I waved my hand around, "You know stake out his house - - "

Her perfect brows lifted, "You know where he lives?"

I winked at her as our Dad's footfalls came closer.

"No... at least not yet."

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The Audubon zoo has always been my favorite place to visit, the elephants fascinated me.

They were so intelligent and self-aware. When I was a small girl, I remember Marcel bringing me here, and I swear one of the waved their trunk at me.

It was a memory I treasured deeply...

I had memorized the gold-lined plaque that gave visitors information.

"Aw, I think it likes you," Luna said, nudging her shoulder with mine as she drank her water from a straw cup.

I held my hand out, and she passed it to me.

Marcel and Jason just shook their heads at us, but Luna and I shared everything... including drinks and food.

We've been doing it since before we could walk, why stop now?

"I hope so," I murmured, watching as its large ears flapped.

Soon we moved on to the tall Giraffes, each blotched uniquely with brown spots.

"Are you girls having a nice time?" Marcel asked, and Luna and I nodded, cringing internally, as we fed the giraffes.

It was cool until you had to wipe their spit from your hand onto your shirt.

"Are you going to come down for the treaty renewal, Davina?"

Turning I met his green and gray eyes, for a moment I allowed myself to breathe...and calm down.

He was speaking to me.

Luna and Marcel had moved on to the zebras, so we were by ourselves.

I swallowed thickly, "Yeah, I've got nothing else to do."

He laughed, "Well, that's not necessarily true. Are you still going to take that DJ course?"

How did he know about that?

"I am, but it doesn't start until summer."

Sighing, I took out the rubber band and shook my hair. I was expecting him to be looking at me, but instead, he was looking at the giraffe.

"Are you ever going to sign a treaty with the witches?" I wondered aloud, and he turned to me and nodded his head.

"Luna suggested that at the last meeting. We'll vote on it Friday, and if it passes I will be meeting with Vincent Griffith next week. I wonder...did she get the idea from you?"

I blushed looking down as his eyes met mine. "No, but she always talks about there being an unbalance, and if the witches feel threatened - -"

"They'll attack as any starved animal would," he finished for me, and we began walking over to the zebras where Marcel and Luna were.

"I hope the vote goes through... I wouldn't want to witness war."

He patted me on the back, and I stifled a gasp.

"Don't worry about it," he wore an easy smile on his lips.

My hands began to shake, and my anxiety kicked up a notch.

How could he be smiling right now?

Jason seemed to read my mind. "You must think I'm crazy, but after all these years of being King, you get good at calculating probabilities. And the odds of the witches going against the wolves and the vampires are highly unlikely."

I smiled, alleviated by his words, "Right because that would be a stupid move. We outnumber them."

Jason's eyes softened as he laid a hand on my shoulder. "By thousands... Run along now. I have to talk to your Dad about tomorrow."

I turned away from him and practically skipped all the way to Luna.

"What were you talking to my father about?"

My fingers traced the ornate metal fence as I tried to get the dreamy look off my face.

"Probability. I was worried about a war with the witches but then he told me the odds of that are low."

She slung an arm around my shoulder, kissing the side of my head.

"Well, I'm glad you used worried in the past tense because they have enough sense to not do such a thing. It'd be suicide on their end. Did I tell you the encounter I had with Genevieve Aceveda?"

At the sound of that name, my nose on its own accord scrunched up as if something unpleasant was nearby.

"What did that snake want?"

Luna's green and gray kaleidoscopic eyes widened at my tone.

It was noted in my Grimoires. Claire and Aceveda witches did not get along. My family considered them our greatest enemy. I couldn't help but agree with the sentiment... Even though my grandparents' disdain for the Acevedas grew so strong I ended up being taken away and in the system. But that girl was as charming as a wicked viper nipping at your heels scouring for your weak spot. Luna saw Genevieve as sly and crafty but I saw just her as a nosy bi - -

"Why do you call her that?"

The tiger in the cage roared, lunging at the glass. He smacked against it, hard, Luna and I flinched.

This one was not a fan of captivity.

"Because it's what she is."

Luna sighed, "The other day Hayley and I biked to White Beard and she was working there. She had bruises, I offered her my help. Have you heard anything about her since? I went to White Beard the other day but she wasn't there."

I waved my hand through the air as the colorful leaves on the ground swirled beneath me under the gentle wind's guidance.

"Her boyfriend, Henry, beats her."

Beside me, Luna stiffened. But I rolled my eyes, don't feel sorry for her...

"Marcel tried to help her. Oh," I gave a laugh, but it sounded cold to my own ears. "He even invited her over. But she didn't want my Dad's help... she doesn't want anyone's help."

Luna hummed and said nothing more on the subject as we journeyed past the monkeys and to her favorite place...the aquarium...

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The luminous moon jellies cast light in the dark room.

Crowds of people rushed past us to look at the other colorful fish in the enclosure, but my friend and I were standing in front of the massive tank filled with jellyfish.

I found myself staring at Luna rather than the majestic creatures before me.

Call me weird if you want, but she was outlandishly pretty.

She looked stunning in the pale light. There were times when I thought she was a textbook princess. And this was one of them.

I felt a twinge of envy looking at her delicate, enchanting features: her high cheekbones were adored by all the land, her upturned nose was adorable, and with her green and gray eyes blanketed with thick and long lashes she could bat away bad luck with ease! Her full lips were the softest shade of pink, and when she spoke it sounded like she was singing. Her alluring silvery voice contrasted with her mother's smooth, honey-like voice, and her father's husky undertones.

I sighed, and her eyes flew open.

"What if this thing is all one-sided, and he could care less if I died in a ditch?"

"By he you mean dreamguy, right?"

She nodded, her curls swaying above her shoulders.

"I looked it up in my family's grimoire this morning, linked dreams are extremely rare but conceivable. If you dream of someone, it is considered an emotional closeness."

Her frown deepened, "I haven't even met him yet."

"I know," I held up my hands, "that's the weird part. But I'm theorizing that he wants you just as much as you want him."

A soft pink color spread across her face.

"What do you mean by want?"

I moved my eyebrows up and down, hoping she would get it but she didn't.

"The heart wants what it wants."

"Oh," she smiled.

"Do you ever remember what he says?"

She shook her head, and I grew disappointed. Damn, this stalking thing was not going to be easy.

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As we all settled into Jason's truck, I caught my best friend rolling her eyes.

Luna met her father's eyes in the mirror... they had a stare-off.

It was adorable how they shared the same eyes and how their noses scrunched up the same way.

Marcel glanced back at me and chuckled. I sent a smile his way.

Jason sighed heavily, "You're right."

The edges of Luna's lips lifted up, "Oh, I know I'm right. I just wanna hear you say it."

Her father dramatically placed his hand over his chest, "I swear not to speak of tomorrow for the rest of the day."

Shortly after his valiant assertion, they interlinked pinkies.

Once we began moving along, my Dad clapped his hands together.

"Alright, let's get some music going in here!"

Luna, Jason, and I cheered, and as Marcel's fingers twisted the dial Jazz blasted out from the truck's speakers. I swear my bottom was vibrating from the force of it.

Marcel changed the channel and the familiar sounds of cups blared around me.

Driving past all the different people and bright structures was swell. Everything was spiced with uniqueness from the inside out. The aroma of blended cajun spices and fried shellfish revolved around the truck, and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.

I hoped Jason drove fast. These leather seats were starting to look appetizing.

Luna had her hand out the window as she sang softly. I could never get used to hearing her sing, it was immensely appealing. I begged her to record her voice and put it on a cd for me, and she eventually did. On the nights I had trouble sleeping I would put it on. If she wanted to she could easily take over the music industry. With her clear and light, voice it didn't matter what lyrics she sang, she would be a total hit.

"I got my ticket for the long way 'round

The one with the prettiest of views."

Smiling I joined her on the next line. When she sang it was contagious...you just had to join even if you sounded terrible.

"It's got mountains, it's got rivers

It's got sights to give you shivers."

We laughed clutching our sides as her father and Marcel joined in.

They did it justice, especially Jason. His husky voice reminded me of smoke because it left something behind that you couldn't shake off.

"But it sure would be prettier with you

When I'm gone

When I'm gone

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my walk

You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."

We all sang the last lines of the song, I couldn't see any smiles though. Luna's silky ringlets were blocking my view, and her vanilla bean condition assaulted my senses.

But despite that, I was really enjoying this Daddy-Daughter day.

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Rosseau's house specialty, shrimp po'boys, were simply divine. The french bread was baked to perfection, as were the fried shrimp. The hot sauce and cajun seasoning gave it zing, and the slices of dill pickle gave it the acidity it needed.

There were good vibes all around until a member of the human council came up to the table. As always, Jim Freemon was quick to stare at Luna and me in a subtle preying way.

For once, I was thankful I wasn't wearing a low-cut top.

I shivered, sensing bad vibes from this politician.

Was it me, or did Marcel's fists ball up under the table?

"Howdy, folks! How are my southern belles?"

Luckily Luna answered for me. I was taken aback by him taking a seat next to our table and staring at my chest like it was bejeweled with precious stones.

"We are fine," she gave a little cough, and Mr. Freemon leaned forward. "Excuse me," her green eyes narrowed. and I swear I saw them flash to gold.

"We were fine."

That crooked smile slipped off his face, and I giggled, covering my hand over my mouth as Marcel and Jason attempted to do damage control.

He was a part of the human council after all, but he was a creep.

After Jim Freemon disappeared as quickly as he came Jason questioned Luna.

"Why were you rude?"

My best friend sipped on her coke and took a tiny bite out of her loaded sandwich.

"He was staring at Vina and I's chests, I figured being rude was the most polite thing I could do."

Jason's lips curled up, revealing his teeth, but he wasn't smiling.

His eyes searched for the man who stared blatantly at us, but Jim Freemon was long gone.

Marcel patted his friend on the back, trying to silence the beast that was clearly ready to come clawing out.

"One day, that man is gonna get what's coming to him. Now, let's talk about something else."

Luna joined Marcel, leaning forward and folding her arms on the table.

"We should definitely hang out at Cloud Nine after lunch and then head home."

I frowned, "Why so soon?"

She held up her phone, and I read the text Jackson sent her.

I am in major need of your help. How do you put up banners again?

"What is it?" Jason wondered aloud and Luna laughed.

"Jackson can't figure out how to hang a banner."

Marcel shook his head, "I can send a couple of vamps over if you'd like- - "

I narrowed my eyes at my dad.

"We aren't supposed to be talking about tomorrow, remember?"

They all sighed and muttered something about reflexes.

"We're sorry."

I laughed at Jason's puppy face look. "You are all forgiven but have you all heard of the Nirvana concert taking place next week?"

"We should all go," Luna suggested, pulling her head out of her phone.

Jackson was probably blowing her up.

"I like the sound of that," Marcel said, and my nose scrunched up.

"You told me you didn't like their music."

He shrugged, picking up one of his fries and tossing it into his mouth. "It's not about what I like, it's about being together."

I smiled warmly at that...and we all enjoyed the rest of our lunch unbothered.

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Walking into Cloud Nine was a breath of fresh air.

People of all shapes and sizes congregated around bright and monochromatic besmeared canvases. Some oil, others watercolor, but it didn't matter what type of paint was used because they were all distinctive and beautiful in their own way.

We were welcomed with curious eyes and even some hugs from the openly joyous. Most stayed in their respective areas, though, engagement was evident on their faces.

I relaxed, sensing that this was a place free of judgment.

In places like these, you could create what you wanted.

The environment was literally celestial: the marble floors glistened, an elaborate rug lay in the center of the large space, the walls were festooned with archaic relics and numerous artworks, the furniture was velvet and shaded royal blue, and on the ceiling was this magnificently painted night sky that glimmered down.

I really felt as if I was on Cloud Nine.

Marcel and Jason having already been here before, greeted those they knew cordially, while Luna admired everything she saw, grinning from ear to ear.

When I asked her if she liked it she shivered as if she got the chills.

"There's something about this place... I can't put my finger on it."

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she gazed upwards, clearly enchanted by the glorious ceiling.

She was distracted... here was my chance...

I snuck away from my best friend, and bumped into a woman with long, flowing purple hair.

"Have you seen Niklaus around?"

I hope I didn't butcher his name, I thought, but the woman didn't seem to think so.

Her hand touched my shoulder as she smiled. "He actually just got here, he's out back."

"Thank you..."

"Dasiy," the girl said before her eyes went to Luna.

"Oh my god, the princess is here!"

Daisy jogged off towards Luna, and I bit my lip, feeling a little sorry for Luna but I was hunting down her dream guy.

She could thank me later, I thought smiling to myself.

Glimpsing at the three ebony doors: the two bathrooms and the other door with the employees-only sign. I knew that there was only one option for me...

Here we go.

My hand reached for the knob, and I whipped around to make sure no one was looking before I let myself in.

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I followed the wide hallway down to another door that had a plush sofa.

Even though the door was closed, I could hear a man's rich voice.

Tilting my head to the side, I eagerly listened catching his silky utterance.

"You know, it's funny how often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat."

My eyes widened as I heard another voice in the room. It was a woman.

"It is amusing, but you couldn't have directed that at me, Nik. I just dropped by to say hello."

The man, Nik, scoffed. Butterflies started fluttering around in my stomach the longer I stood there listening.

"Adah, you are the mother of my child and my dearest friend in this malformed world. I would never speak to you that way, but my bloody brother is testing my patience!"

I cringed away from his yelling. Nik's voice alone was inviting, but when he raised it, I was reminded of an angry King who was unhappy with his subjects.

"Calm down! There is no need to yell, darling - - wait, is this about that girl?"

I heard a long-winded sigh from the man, and it sounded as if he sat down.

"Maybe the Original Hybrid has finally lost his mind."

The Original... oh my god...

"Oh, Niklaus, you and I both know you aren't. Elijah would agree. It is why he is so pushy with you. He just wants you... well, we all want you to be happy. Ruling alone can feel desolate at times. And if this girl is the key, then we shall move heaven and hell to get to her."

Niklaus...could she mean the Niklaus...the same one my dad was talking about...the same one Luna was dreaming about...

"Adah, I truly appreciate you being here for me. No one else - -"

He paused, sighing heavily, "No one else besides you and Elijah knows, and I'd like it to remain that way. Rebekah already thinks I'm deranged."

I quietly walked down the hallway, and my hands reached for the doorknob. I had to leave before this Adah person or Niklaus came out.

The last thing I heard was Adah say, "Nik, you did kill her last boyfriend. What did you expect?"

I breathed a sigh of relief as I shut the door behind me. I was not expecting Luna to swoop down on me, her green and gray eyes narrowed,

"Where have you been? Daisy has been under my left armpit for twenty minutes."

"I was in the bathroom, do you have a pad I could borrow?"

Luna reached into her purse and discreetly passed me what I'd asked for.

"My Dad and Marcel are ready to go, but don't worry I'll stall them."

She took my hands in hers and gently squeezed.

Luna was so kind.

I let myself into the ladies room and felt a twinge of regret for leaving her with her biggest fan Daisy.

The door opened and I saw a pretty set of green heels appear from under the stall.

I finished with my business and exited the stall at the same time the woman did.

As I washed my hands, I looked over at my side, curious as to who I was sharing this space with.

Her cheekbones were sharp and could have rivaled Luna's. Her long brown plaited hair contrasted with her fair skin that shimmered ever so slightly in the light. The woman's maroon lips were lifted up into a smirk.

She had caught me looking.

Oh, boy, was this awkward.

"I'm Adah, what is your name?"

"Davina."

"Ahh, a pretty name fit for a pretty girl."

I blushed at Adah's statement, having a hard time believing that this was the woman Niklaus had been speaking to moments earlier.

"Thanks."

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and left the restroom wanting to do nothing more than go home and digest all this new information.

How was I going to tell my best friend all of this?

I was also sure that the girl they were speaking of was in fact Luna, but how could I prove it? My spying attempt had been risky... hopefully, the odds were in my favor...

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Dictionary: A grimoire - is a textbook of magic, typically including instructions on how to create magical objects like talismans and amulets, how to perform magical spells, charms, and divination, and how to summon or invoke supernatural entities such as angels, spirits, deities, and demons.

A/N: So, I know that Rebekah was not a Hybrid in the shows but I wanted to try something different! Writing in Davina's POV was so fun I really enjoyed it :) The next chapter will be called, Midnight Rain, and Luna will be meeting a certain Mikaelson