As per usual I do not own TVD or TO. If I did certain pairings would most definitely be canon.
Elena stepped out of the car after parking along the curb and pocketed the keys. By her estimate she was half a dozen streets from the Abattoir where the swanky gala was taking place. She could hear the distant strains of music.
She thought she might have heard screams and fireworks somewhere behind her, but she ignored it and unfolded the paper in her hand.
She marked her place on the map and located the area that had been circled. She thought she was going to have to check several buildings and stores, but there was only one building occupying the area.
The red bricks of the church loomed over her head in the light from the streetlamps. She approached slowly and stepped up. Rebekah had mentioned shutters on the windows of Davina's room, and there were shutters on the windows of the attic.
She had only planned to confirm the location and then wait for Kol to come and help, but her feet suddenly seemed to have a mind of their own. Rationalizing that he wouldn't be far behind she allowed herself to push open the doors.
Her breath caught in her throat when she stepped in the sanctuary. Papers, glass, and candles littered the floor. Turning to the right she saw the faintest traces of blood spattering the walls. The sight made her throat close up with sobs.
Choking them down, she took a deep breath and kept walking up the center aisle. She had gotten a look at the basic architecture of the building and knew the stairs to the attic had to be somewhere near the sanctuary.
Part of her was expecting Kol to find her before she found the stairs, but ten minutes later when her fingers curled around the rail he still wasn't there.
At the very top of the stairs there was a narrow hall that led to a single door. It was ajar so she approached slowly.
She'd had every intention of waiting outside and calling Kol to find out what was taking so long, but the sound of a pained cry and someone falling sent her running into the room.
She caught the young girl under the arms before she could keel over.
Elena gasped when her body was propelled across the room. Her spine collided with the curved lid of a mahogany casket hard enough to rattle her teeth. Instinctively her hands fell to her abdomen.
The girl who she took to be Davina froze. Her hand was outstretched as if to physically toss Elena around the room a little bit before throwing her out, but her eyes were on the swell of her stomach.
Elena blinked against the sudden onslaught of drowsiness. Her limbs began to relax, and despite her efforts to keep her eyes open the fluttered shut.
Davina hurried forward and caught the brunette lowering her onto the floor alongside the coffin. Her hands flattened on either side of the woman's swollen stomach as she felt frantically with her magic.
Her relieved sigh filled the cluttered attic bedroom. The bump hadn't harmed the woman's child.
Davina frowned when she felt a second child and something else: magic. There was something different about the children in the brunette's womb; it was familiar, like something she had felt before. It took her a moment to place the power she felt swirling around, but when she did her eyes snapped up to the closed lid of the coffin.
"That's not…"
She bit her bottom lip and opened the lid with a wave of her fingers. She traced the prominent veins on his grey skin with her eyes before placing the tips of her fingers on his cheek. Davina pressed the palm of her other hand back to the brunette's abdomen and closed her eyes.
"… possible…" she muttered under her breath.
The tips of her fingers pressed into the satin lining of the casket. Her eyes were locked on his grey face and only looked up when the door opened.
"You're okay," she jumped to her feet and ran. Her arms locked around his neck in a tight hug. "I was so worried."
"Thank you," Marcel said. He let her go and held her shoulders. "Whatever you did, I felt it, and it helped me."
Her expression darkened.
"It was the old ones wasn't it?"
"Actually," Marcel shook his head with a small laugh, "Klaus is the one that saved me tonight. I'm gonna make things right with us, starting by giving his brother back."
"What?" Davina frowned. She shook her head. "No!"
He gave her a look.
"Davina…"
"No," she shook her head harder. "You said they were dangerous. I won't give him back until I know how to kill them."
I won't give them back until I find out what happened.
Her tone of voice brokered no argument. She wouldn't give him up yet.
When Marcel was gone she blew out a candle and turned to the previously empty bed. Tilting her head she watched the even breaths as the woman's chest rose and fell.
Her initial plan had been to remove the woman's memory of finding the attic and get Marcel to take her away, but she couldn't do that. He had just shown her that he wanted to return Elijah.
She was going to need both of them to find out how the forming children had come to be.
Klaus paused in the doorway before walking into the study where Hayley was typing on a laptop. Several old books covered the surface of the desk.
"I thought you might like to know that Elijah will be returning to us."
"Congratulations," she didn't look away from the screen, "I guess being diabolical has its perks."
"At times," Klaus smirked. He tilted his head and watched her stony expression. He could understand Elena's state of mind, but Hayley remained a mystery. "You hardly know him, and yet you miss him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?"
Hayley paused and blinked at the keyboard. She hesitated before glancing at him.
"He was kind to me."
He watched her for a moment before turning to leave. He paused when her voice rose once more, but he didn't turn back.
"I learned something today," she smiled at his back, "I think it's a girl."
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile when he left the room.
"You look cheery," Kol commented when he stepped inside.
"Who'd you kill?" Caroline tilted her head. As a vampire it often took longer for her to tire, but after a day full of air travel she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep until noon.
"I'm not that happy, love," he chuckled. "Where have you been?"
"Mystic Falls," she sighed, "and most recently an airplane that refused to take off."
"Sorry, darling," Kol shrugged, "I can't account for air traffic."
Kol walked around them and into the study to frown at the old books on the desk.
"Hey," he came to stand in front of her.
"Hey," Hayley looked up. A line appeared between her brows as she looked around him as if expecting someone else. "Where's Elena?"
"Shouldn't you be telling me that?" He smirked. His amusement fell when he realized she wasn't joking. "Hayley?"
"I messaged you," she straightened up. "Bonnie called with a possible location. Elena went to check it out."
He pulled his phone from his pocket and found no missed messages. He searched and searched but couldn't find the message.
"Where?"
He was gone when she told him the street.
He came to a stop along the empty street and inhaled deeply. There was no sign of her, no trace of her lavender shampoo. He walked the length of the block twice looking for a sign of her or the car she had taken to get there.
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