I do not own TVD or TO or Sabrina the Teenage Witch (I just saw an opportunity and had to take it.)
"You let her go?" Caroline shrieked.
"What was I supposed to do," Hayley held up her hands, "body block her? Should I have locked her in her room, or tied her down?"
"You could have talked her into staying put until one of us got back," Kol grumbled.
"It's not like people are out gunning for her head on a platter," Hayley rolled her eyes. "Relax, she probably checked out the first location and found nothing, so she went to the second one in the Bayou."
"Elijah's not in the Bayou," Kol sighed. "That's where I hid the daggers."
"You took the daggers?" Klaus turned on his brother.
"And placed them in a spot you won't find," he rolled his eyes. "Can we focus on the problem at hand, please? Elena is missing."
"I'm sure she's fine."
"Fine," Caroline scoffed. "Elena is carrying miracle children in a town where witches have no problem with the concept of blackmail. Add to that the fact that she's a doppelganger and she is screwed."
"What does being a doppelganger have to do with it?" Hayley cocked an eyebrow.
"How much do you know about them?" Klaus tilted his head. "Doppelgangers are mystically recurring."
"Their blood is a potent ingredient for any spell," Kol sighed.
"Someone finds out what she is and they will view her as everyone else has ever viewed her," Caroline paced the length of a bookshelf.
"How exactly do people view her?" Hayley looked from the furious blonde to the Original siblings.
"A pawn…"
"A tool…"
Caroline cut off the brothers with a glare.
"An object," she snapped. "Everyone views her as something to possess, control, or use." She gave Klaus a pointed look.
"I personally believe I gave her a lot of freedom," he cleared his throat.
"You had her under hybrid guard," Kol leaned against the wall, "told her she would have children, and used her blood to make your little army."
Hayley fell silent as Elena's earlier words echoed in her head: 'I'm nobody here… just a girl'. How many people had gone after her, gotten close to her, because of what she was?
"She'll be fine," she murmured, more to convince herself than anyone else.
Caroline reached for her ringing cell phone and pressed it to her ear.
"Talk to me Bonnie."
"I can't find her. It's like when I tried to find Elijah the first time."
"Did you use her blood?"
"Yeah, and the dagger as well, but I'm not getting anything from either of them. Whatever witch has Elijah is now hiding him from a magical rescue."
"Then I suppose it's a good thing Marcel has agreed to return Elijah to us," Klaus sighed.
Kol fixed him with a look.
"Do you see him here? Marcel's not giving him back, and now he's got Elena. If he's ever seen a picture of Katerina he will figure out what Elena is. He'll find some way to use her."
"Marcel learned many things from me," Klaus shook his head, "but his integrity came from Elijah. He gave his word that he would return Elijah to us, and I have faith that he will."
"Unless he's not the one in charge," Rebekah frowned. "According to Bonnie Elijah and Elena are both being cloaked."
"Maybe Davina the teenage witch isn't so willing to let him go," Caroline hung up the phone. "Bonnie's going to send me the map again. At the very least we can check the original spots she found."
Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. The first thing she saw was the gauzy material of a canopy, the kind that she would have seen gracing the bed of a princess in a story book. The second thing she saw was vaulted ceilings, unfinished with wood beams exposed in the flickering candlelight.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, but fell back when her head swam. She pressed her hands to her brow and rolled over as a wave of nausea raced through her. Her fingers curled around the bucket pressed into her hands just before she heaved.
When she was done being sick she dropped the bucket with a groan and sat up slowly.
"Here."
Elena opened her eyes and glared at the girl holding out a glass of water.
"You need to rehydrate," she pressed the glass into Elena's hand.
"You're Davina," she took the cup and sipped the cool water. The liquid soothed the burn in her throat, and helped to settle her stomach.
"You know my name?" Davina frowned. She had never seen the other brunette before in her life.
"A lot of people are looking for you," Elena put the glass on a nightstand. "What did you do to me?"
"A sleeping spell," Davina regarded her warily. "I was going to throw you out, but then…" she looked pointedly at Elena's abdomen. "What's your name?"
"Elena," she scooted back against the pillows; she didn't trust her legs to support her weight.
"What are you doing here, Elena?" Davina looked her up and down.
"You've got someone very important to me in this room," she crossed her arms.
"Yeah," Davina's eyes flickered to the closed coffin: "the father of your children." She saw Elena pale when she looked back.
"How do you know that?" Elena pressed her hands to her stomach protectively.
"I thought I hurt you when I pushed you," she looked over the pregnant brunette. "I wanted to make sure your babies were fine, they are by the way, but when I checked I felt what they are. It should have been impossible."
"I'm well aware of that," Elena swallowed. She frowned at Davina; the girl didn't look shocked at all. "So far nobody's been able to tell me how."
"That was before you ran into my room," Davina tilted her head. "Why did you do that?"
"I thought you were hurt," she slowly lowered her hands. If Davina had wanted to harm her she would have done it by now. "How long have I been here?"
"It's morning," Davina nodded to the windows. The tiniest slivers of daylight were filtering through the small cracks between the boards.
"Why don't you open a window?"
"I can't," Davina stood up and crossed her arms, "someone could see me and come after me."
Elena watched the way Davina hugged herself. It was a motion she knew well.
"You're scared," she stood slowly. "What could someone as powerful as you have to be afraid of? Why are you hiding?"
"As if you don't already know?" Davina shook her head.
"I don't," Elena frowned.
Davina met her earnest eyes and bit her bottom lip. She had been certain at first that Elena had come for her, but then she had realized her connection to the Original. Then when she had known her name she had thought the woman must be working with the witches in some sort of capacity, but there was nothing but honesty in her eyes.
"If you're lying to me…"
"I'm not," Elena took a small step towards her.
"The witches want to kill me, so they can finish their spell," Davina's jaw ticked. "I'm their blood sacrifice."
"I know what that's like," Elena whispered. "Klaus used me to break his curse. I should have died."
"You're still here," Davina's brows lowered.
"My uncle gave his life for mine," Elena blinked. She could still remember the funeral and laying roses on the graves of Jenna and John.
Her eyes darted to the casket. Elena's fingers itched to open the lid and pull the dagger from his chest, but she got the feeling that if she were to try Davina would put her out again. Her brows shut up suddenly as she turned back to look at the young witch and pressed her palm to her abdomen.
"You know how?"
I see two possibilities here: soulmates or doppelganger. Which should it be?