A/N:

Hello! New update for you has arrived! This chapter is a bit of a filler, but it's better than none. It's also essential for the story line, and gives insight into who Davina really supports. I hope you enjoy, and happy reading!

-Erin

Chapter 42: Find The Missing Link

Marcel POV

"How well is Davina's magic coming along?" I asked Corrie, trying to get an update on the young witches progress. Her second lesson with Corrie had just concluded, and Corrie had entered my office with here signature sly grin on her face. It was almost sadistic in context.

"She is progressing well. The girl is more powerful than any young witch that I've ever encountered. You were correct when you decided that she needed lessons, Marcellus." Corrie responded, and I gave her a questioning look.

"Davina may be a powerful and talented young woman, but I can tell you now that's she's reckless. She knows the basics and fundamentals of traditional magic, but her spell casting is impulsive."

"It's only been her and her thoughts for the past year, locked away in that room. It's my fault; I should've gotten her training sooner. I regret that choice." I defended Davina, and Corrie nodded again. That sly look still occupied her face.

"I ask this with the highest thought, Marcellus. Why haven't you used that glorious little witch as an asset? Her power is unmatched; use that to your advantage." Corrie instructed me, and I immediately shot her down.

"No. I promised Davina that I would never use her for her powers. She is family, Corrie. I've told you that time and time again."

Corrie gave me a exasperated sigh, and went to sit down in one of the chairs that resided in front of my desk. She played with her curls, obviously bored with my persistence.

"Niklaus Mikaelson has already attacked this place once. You lost fifteen followers, or family members as you affectionately call them. Without a plan, you're weak. A coward. Marcellus, your reign of power will soon be over if you do not get your damn act together." Corrie chastised me with a speech. For a petite woman, she held a lot of power and authority within herself.

"You work for me, Correntine. I don't take directions or disrespect from my employees or my family. I advise you to silence yourself while you're ahead." I instructed Corrie, who proceeded to laugh.

"I may be 'employed' by you, but I don't have to follow your rules. I've said it once now, and I will say it again. Marcellus, you are weak. You have to take the necessary risks if you want to win this war." Corrie responded.

"Fine! What are your ideas?" I asked the witch with anger. I was getting annoyed with Corrie's personality. She was testing limits that were angering me.

"We need intel from Klaus's side. Send someone in, a spy of some sort. When I sent Arin into Mystic Falls for information, I got enough to float a boat. If we can get on the inside, we can relay enough information to win." Corrie suggested the idea that we had argued about many times before. Klaus would know an imposter in a second.

"We've been over this! Your idea is idiotic, and I am not risking the death of one of my own. So if you truly believe that this will help us win, then you can send one of your own coven members to spy." I was beginning to get angry. Discussing the same idea to solve an issue is pointless.

"I will find someone who is willing to face the danger. We can forge a false identity, give them a convincing backstory. If Niklaus does discover the truth, they must be willing to accept their fate." Corrie decided. I nodded slowly at her decision, thinking it over carefully.

"Who will you send?"

"Most likely Fontana Grey. She's been a loyal follower and friend for many years. I know that she would give her life in the name of the coven. To her, sacrificing her life for the the cause is a prideful death." Corrie explained. If her followers were that dedicated, I had more power on my side than I had previously thought.

"What should her assumed name be?" I asked, snatching a legal pad from the corner of my desk so that I could write it down.

"Something. We'll discuss details later. Now on to the other plan we had discussed earlier. If we are able to retrieve the needed item, could we perform the ritual?" Corrie asked me, and I thought for a moment before nodding.

"Could your witch spy retrieve what we need? Klaus keeps a close guard on things that mean something to him." I asked, and Corrie nodding solemnly.

"Fontana will make it happen. And once we have the needed ingredients, we can make it happen. We will have a powerful weapon to use against the Mikaelson family. Once we run them out of New Orleans, and get rid of the werewolf girl and the twins, the city will be yours again."

I was prideful in that fact. The satisfaction of ruining Klaus Mikaelson's life as he did my own would be as fulfilling as they come. My actions would make New Orleans my domain once more.

"We will need Davina's help with the ritual, Marcellus. My power alone will not be able to complete the spell. I will need her assistance." Corrie forewarned me, and I sighed. But it was the truth. I wouldn't be exposing Davina, just using her assistance.

"Okay."

"Okay. Have you finished battle plans? We need to decide patrols in case of another attack." Corrie suggested, and I pulled out a notebook that contained my notes for guardsman.

"Let's get started."

DAVINA POV

I knew that I shouldn't have been spying on Corrie and Marcel's conversation. It was rude and obnoxious, but something seemed wrong with their partnership. I was nervous of being caught, so I hid outside the hall under a credenza.

I was not interested in fighting in Marcel's war for vengeance. In fact, I found it quite immature and childish. Even though I didn't know the full story about what went down between the Mikaelson family and Marcel, I was tired of being used as a pawn in their game.

The twins that I had seen in my premonition had been savoirs. A pair of blonde hair, blue eyed children meant to help others. One boy and one girl, inseparable as they grew older. Killing them, and their werewolf mother, was completely wrong. Marcel was wrong.

Then the thought hit me. There was a way to alert the other side of Marcel's ridiculous plan. I would be a traitor, but I was standing up for what was right.

Caroline had a bracelet that allowed me to communicate with her telepathically. If I could broadcast Marcel and Corrie's conversation to Caroline, she could get intel on what they were planning. If I helped her, maybe she could help save Hayley and the twins. Klaus trusted her, and would take her words in consideration. I may not know the Original Hybrid myself, and his reputation did proceed him, but his children did not deserve to die. They were innocents in this mess.

Slowly, I tried to recall the incantation that would allow me to telepathically communicate and show imagery to Caroline. It came back to me almost instantly.

"Sana mente sit imago et trans et fontes aperti et cogitationis indicium." I chanted the words in a hushed whisper, praying Marcel and Corrie didn't hear me.

And hoping that Caroline could save the day, because those twins were sure as hell going to need it.