They said my name is Davina Claire, she thought as she looked through her bedroom window that afforded her a small view of the French Quarter. But I don't remember anything at all…I don't remember being this girl named Davina Claire.
"You looked different...more mature..." Monique, the other Harvest Girl, had commented the moment she - Davina - woke up from the coma.
Meanwhile, the redheaded witch - Genevieve - explained everything that happened and who she was supposed to be.
At first, Davina was confused but after she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a foreign face, she was downright lost and... shocked?
"You were sacrificed to complete the Harvest ritual and save New Orleans from total destruction when you almost lost control of the power that was inside of you. However, you failed to wake up once you were resurrected. It's been months since then and many thought you were a lost cause until today…We are truly glad to see you back Davina...and now that you are here, you will be able to help us with our cause..." Genevieve - the Elder, and Leader of the French Quarter Coven - had told her.
"Our cause? What do you mean by that?" She had asked afterward.
"Everything will be explained to you once you are back in our Coven's headquarters, where you can continue your recovery. At the moment, we will have to talk to your physician for a possible discharge today..." the Elder Witch Genevieve had said to her.
That was three days ago.
And within those three days, she soon learned that Davina Claire had done something terribly wrong to earn the hatred of her entire Coven and other Covens in New Orleans. It seemed that this Davina Claire had aided the Vampire Leader - Marcel Gerard - in subduing the witches' magic.
She also learned that Davina had not known about what occurred in the Harvest Ritual and had only felt vengeance after she realized that she was to be some kind of sacrificial lamb to allow the New Orleans witches a continued access to ancestral magic.
Apart from that, she also discovered that her actions had made her a complete pariah even after she was sacrificed to save the city. Despite her role in negating a possible catastrophic event in New Orleans, Davina Claire was considered persona non grata in her own Coven.
She learned all of this the moment she arrived at the place where some of the young witches were living.
Whether it was her awakening powers or not, she was able to catch glimpses of other people's thoughts and couldn't help but note the open hostility directed at her from her own Coven.
What's more troubling was the feeling of puzzlement and soon envy she could sense from the other young witches of her age after they noticed the changes in her.
It seemed that the seventeen year old her - the Davina Claire - had filled out in all the right places. Although she had only grown no more than two inches taller the last time she was alive.
Also, to her increasing chagrin, even her old clothes wouldn't fit her anymore. It was now far too tight around the chest and her hips area.
In the eyes of the others, Davina Claire had the body of a woman, but everyone still thought of her as nothing more than a teenager with a tendency for trouble.
Apart from that, other people had also noted her foreign accent, which she decided to keep because she no longer cared what the other witches thought of her.
They already thought badly of her. So speaking in a strange accent and sometimes in a different language didn't really matter at all. Even though some people started to look at her strangely.
"I don't understand why you need to speak like that Davina," Abigail had told her the other day when Davina had spoken to the girl. "If you are trying to impress us or make it appear that you gained some knowledge during your death, it's not going to work. All of us already know that the Ancestors were against your decision in siding with the Vampires and allowing yourself to become a tool for Marcel. The Ancestors hate you. Don't believe otherwise."
Despite the cold treatment and the feelings of animosity from the others, Davina chose to ignore them and spent most of her time on her own, especially after the Coven found out that she could not use ancestral magic at all.
"It seems that your connection to the Ancestors have been cut. I will consult with them if this is temporary or not…" Genevieve had informed her when Davina had failed to perform any type of ancestral magic under Genevieve's instruction.
For the past three days, Davina had tried to follow what the other Harvest Girls did, but she didn't have any access to the ancestral well.
However, within the safety of her room, she learned that she had access to a different type of magic.
A type of magic that she was afraid to show to her Coven.
Not yet anyway.
She was not certain how they would react to a type of magic that she could call up instinctively and so easily if compared to ancestral magic.
Although it grated on Davina's nerves to pretend that she was powerless and hopeless in front of the other witches, especially her former friend Monique Deveraux, who loved to taunt her when Davina was unsuccessful in using ancestral magic.
Hence, she had not uttered a protest when Genevieve advised her to stay behind while the rest of their Coven would attend the Faction Party at the Abattoir later that night.
"I think it would be unwise for you to join the Faction Party, Davina. Most especially when you do not recall your past altercation with the Mikaelson family. The same family who had hurt the people you cared about and even killed the boy you were infatuated with. I am certain that any of the Mikaelsons' will take advantage of your temporary amnesia when they learn this soon. So I suggest that you sit this one out and stay inside your room." Genevieve had ordered her.
An order that she did not plan on following.
In fact, as she stood there watching the sun make a descent across the skies, she was just ready to flex her real power and see what else she could do with it.
Because if she had the power to alter the fabric of reality as she suspected, Davina Claire would use it to gatecrash a party without anyone realizing she was there.
There was a subconscious part of herself that knew how to harness her power and she would use this knowledge to learn and adapt to the new environment she found herself in.
Davina did not trust Genevieve, Monique or other witches in her Coven.
How could she? When she was finally able to learn the dark secrets they kept closer to their hearts?
Monique wanted Genevieve and her dead. Genevieve was sleeping with the hybrid who had been hellbent on using Davina for his own gain and would have killed Davina himself if she turned against him.
All of this she had managed to pluck from their minds with just a wave of her hands or flick of her fingers.
She was still relearning the true nature of her power. Yet it only took her a few hours to hide the telltale scarlet glow of her powers and hide what she had been doing from the rest of her Coven.
No one would know what she was truly capable of until Davina was ready to reveal herself to the Supernatural community in New Orleans.
Perhaps she would have the chance to do that in the Faction Party that Genevieve didn't want her to attend.