A/N: Thank you for all the name suggests, I saw quite a few I really like. They're being shortlisted but I won't reveal which I choose until they're born.
Also, I've noticed a lot of you have questions about some decisions I've made throughout the story. If you have any questions I'm going to pick a few and answer them at the bottom of the next chapter.
There is sort of a big gap in between last chapter and this one. No bigger than a month or so but it necessary.
Chapter 6: Bombsite.
The Dauphine Street Music Festival was already in full swing and Jasmine hadn't even finished getting ready. She enjoyed the parties in New Orleans much more than any she attended in Mystic Falls. Yes, there were some costume parties here, but otherwise, she could dress as herself. Like tonight, there was music, dancing and street food, no teens dressed as hippies. She was really looking forward to it. For more than just the jazz and gumbo.
It may have taken a few weeks, but after saving Marcel and counselling him here and there. Jasmine and Nik had finally earned his trust. So much so, that he had agreed to give Elijah back. Something that made all four official residents at the compound felt relieved
Marcel was starting to grow on her as was a common visitor at there home and Jasmine was convinced that had there been no existing circumstances, she would have really liked Marcel. Maybe after the Witch business was over they could reconcile. For Nik's sake, more than her own.
She was quite proud of her outfit. She wasn't much of a girly-girl, what with wearing Dudley's old clothes for over half of her childhood. There wasn't much you could do with some oversized t-shirts and some second-hand jeans. Even now she had money of her own and freedom to style herself, she tended to stick with the jeans and tee, but in her own size.
Tonight she was dressed in a short red summer dress, with some white converse to go with it. Being almost 5 months pregnant with twins, meant heels were a no go. She even had some makeup on and her hair ran down her back in loose curls. Not her usual attire but it was fitting.
Klaus and she were going on a 'date'. At least that was there cover. What they were really interested in was the information the lovely Camille had given to Nik.
Tonight, she was chaperoning a young girl by Marcel's request. A young girl, whom Jasmine and Klaus had a strong suspicion could be Davina. The infamous witch controlling weapon. Jasmine was hoping to get a better scope of the girl.
And with a bit of luck, cement the foundations to earning her trust.
-x-
Rousseau's was roaring with life. Live music and alcohol on tap. Jasmine couldn't help but want to join in, but her eyes were elsewhere. The brunette in white, watching the very talented boy on stage playing a fiddle. Her disillusionment charm was the only thing keeping anyone but Nik from noticing her, he, however, was nowhere to be seen. He was there, but he hid better than she ever could, without a few charms or a cloak. With her spell, she could only be seen by those she wanted to see her.
Jasmine couldn't help the small smile that edged it's way onto her face as she watched Marcel and Davina interact. She was way more to him than just a weapon. Anyone with two good eyes could tell that
But that only made her task harder. Physically and morally. At this moment she wished she had a pair of extendable ears. She couldn't hear a word that was being uttered, her only solace being that Nik could hear everything.
He was high up, watching over the party from a staircase at the back of Rousseau's.
A sly smirk plastered on his face as the little witch all but wrote her weaknesses across her forehead. He had a plan, but he was sure Jasmine wouldn't approve, but in true Mikaelson fashion, his families safety was more important than their feelings.
-x-
It all happened so quickly.
Jasmine had eyes on Davina and Cami then after a quick trip to the loo, thanks to the two babies bouncing on her bladder, they were gone. The boy playing the fiddle and Nik as well.
The later wasn't even answering his phone. So now, instead of being two steps ahead, she was three steps behind.
"Damn that bloody impulsive hybrid." She muttered under her breath before leaving the bar.
Whilst they had been studying Davina, who in her opinion was just a child with more power than the average witch, Rebekah had been searching the area that both locator spells had fizzled out. Jazz dialled her baby daddy's sisters number and unlike him, she answered almost instantly. She had a good idea where Nik would be.
"Jasmine, what do I owe the pleasure?" Rebekah asked in her usual bored tone.
"Did you manage to find where Marcel is hiding his witch?" She got straight to the point. She knew that Nik probably wasn't politely chatting with Davina.
"Nik didn't tell you?"
"No, he didn't and I'm going to hex him so bad when I find him. Davina and Cami have disappeared. Along with the boy, Davina has been watching all night. Something tells me he isn't offering Davina an olive branch."
"That doesn't sound like my brother. If anything he's using the poor boy as a bargaining chip." Rebekah sighed. "He'll be at the old church downtown. St Anne's. I'd get there quickly too. Davina doesn't take authority well."
"That's how you got yourself thrown out a window. Originals." Jazz joked. "You bite first and then ask questions later. Thanks, Bekah."
-x-
"You two are absolutely adorable! Warms my heart, it really does." Nik made himself known, interrupting the young pair. He'd sent Cami back out to the festival. "But, I do need a word with the young lady. So, Tim- Go sit down. Count to one-hundred-thousand."
Nik smirked as Tim did as he said.
"Quietly, now, there's a good boy. I assume you know who I am?" Davina just glared at him. "Then, let's get right to it, shall we? Your current dilemma strikes me as a case of poor alliances. You're loyal to Marcel and yet he keeps you tucked away in an attic. Surely you prefer just a little bit more freedom. And yet Marcel keeps you a prisoner. "
"Marcel doesn't keep me, prisoner, he keeps me safe. He's my friend" She argues. There was a passion in her words as she fought to protect Marcel. This was going to be tougher than he thought.
"Well, I've no doubt he is. Marcel is a good man." he crouched down to meet Davina's eyes. "For a girl caught in a war between witches and vampires, I might be a better friend. I would keep you safe. And, I'd allow you your freedom. If Marcel could do that, why hasn't he done so already? And it does beg the question: If Marcel can't protect you, then what of those you care about?" Nik gestured to her friend. He had a different agenda to Jasmine. Different plan but same end game. He couldn't help but want control of the power this girl had. Control over the witches. He wouldn't remove their power. Only monitor it.
Jasmine, however. Was watching from the doorway, invisible and shielded from all those in the church. Her face set in anger as she watched Klaus antagonize the girl. She was becoming to realise that Nik had different ideas, if he'd had discussed it with her she could have told him that threatening her loved ones was never going to work. It only resulted in more resistance.
"If anyone tries to hurt anyone I care about, I'll kill them." Jasmine couldn't help but smile at Davina's words. She was a lot like Jasmine in many ways.
"Well, then. Sounds like you don't need Marcel at all." Nik tried, but he was a Slytherin at heart and mind. Davina didn't need Marcel. She was powerful enough on her own, but he was family. She wanted him there. "Perhaps you've suspected it all along. Your dear friend Marcel tricks you into doing his bidding, and all the while, you rot in an attic, alone, while young Timothy moves on with his life."
Davina was a hot head. She reminded Jasmine a lot of Ginny Weasley. Act first. Think later. Klaus' face began to turn red as Davina cast a silent spell.
"You feel that? That's your blood starting to boil." Davina taunted. Jazz grimaced at the sound of Klaus' blood sizzling, sweat dripping from his forehead. It wouldn't kill him but it must be painful. But she couldn't bring herself to stop it. Karma was a bitch.
She did however ready herself to step in when Nik sped over to Tim, putting the poor boy in a headlock.
"Such a shame to lose him, just as you found him again. And I really did admire your skill with that violin." He said faking sadness. Jasmine thought that maybe Davina had cast the same spell on her, she could almost hear her own blood sizzle at Klaus' actions.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" The young witch screamed.
"Oh, I hope I won't have to, sweetheart. But, then, that depends on you." He said.
"Arsehole," Jasmine uttered.
"Let him go now!" The building began to vibrate as Davina's power swarmed around them all.
"You should know, I don't do well with demands."
Davina couldn't hold back any longer using her sheer magic force to break Niks leg.
It only took a second for him to reset it and tighten his grip on Tim. The poor boy was turning bright red. Jasmine felt her stomach tighten. She couldn't watch this any longer.
"Please, let me go." He begged.
"Your choice, little witch. Swear allegiance to me alone and the boy lives. Stand against me-" Nik tried and failed.
Just as she was about to step in, all the candles behind the little Witch flared to life and Davina screamed. Unleashing a force that tore through the whole church.
Bibles in the pews exploded scattering the word of God in the air. All the windows in the church shattered, the glass raining down on them all.
Jasmine was thankful for her shield. It was an impressive show of magic but Jasmine could feel it. It was out of control.
Klaus and Tim flew towards her, landing at Jasmine's feet and even Davina was knocked back by her own spell. The only thing keeping Jasmine on her feet was her own spell.
All three were knocked unconscious. Jasmine stepped into the Church that now resembled a bombsight.
Frowning at the damage that her boyfriend had all but done himself. Davina was a ticking time bomb. Her power resembled that of an Obscurial. It seemed to flow with her emotions and exploded when she was in deep distress.
She cancelled her illusion charm, whilst reapplying a stronger shield on herself and Tim.
She levitated Tim away from Nik and towards Davina, placing herself in between them.
"Ennervate." She uttered and all three opened their eyes. Davina shot up as the realization of what she'd done clouded her mind.
"Tim!" She shouted and crawled over to the boy who was coming around. Nik had also sat up and was shocked to see Jasmine.
"How long have you been here?" He asked lowly and Jasmine kept her face straight as she answered.
"Long enough." Her tone was crisp and final. He knew she didn't want to hear it.
Davina's cries got her attention. Jasmine hadn't noticed when she had moved him but Tim was injured. He had shards of glass stuck in his abdomen.
"Tim!" Davina cried. "Oh no, no, please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Jasmine started towards the girl and Klaus was behind her. She stopped suddenly and glared at him.
"This is your fault."
"I can heal him." He pleaded.
"You have done enough." She seethed. She was also angry at herself. All she had done all day was observe, when she could have stepped in.
Tim gasped in pain, wheezing. The shard must have pierced his lung. She had spent enough time in the hospital wing to known certain afflictions when she saw them.
As she got closer Davina's head lifted to see who was coming closer. When she saw Jasmine her eyes widened.
"Stay away from him!" She pleaded and Jasmine frowned sadly.
"Nobody is going to hurt him, Davina. Or you. Let me help. Please?" She begged and Davina looked torn. She knew who Jasmine was but she was helpless as Tim lay dying in her arms.
"Please help." As tears fell from her eyes.
Jasmine nodded and knelt next to Tim who now had his head lay on Davina's lap.
"Hold his hand, Davina," Jasmine instructed And the young witch nodded before doing as instructed. "Now Tim, this is going to hurt but as soon as this glass it out I'll have you as good as new. Okay?"
The young boy nodded.
Jasmine ripped off the band-aid and pulled out the shard of glass, causing the boy to cry out. There was blood everywhere but Jasmine had seen worse. That's why she knew the basics of healing. Whilst on the run she had made it her business to learn as much as she could, but when it came to it, it wasn't enough to save her loved ones.
Davina was still crying and Tim was losing blood fast.
"Don't worry, Tim. The worst part is over." She smiled. She held her hands over Tim and lowered them down onto his torso over the wound, apply a slight amount of pressure. She closed her eyes and chanted a healing spell in her head. After a moment Tim's breathing began to slow to a normal pace and the wounds on his chest began to close up.
"He's lost a lot of blood." Jazz said out loud her brows knitting together. In a flash, she was gone and Davina looked distraught, but she didn't have time to ponder when the witch re-appeared. Jasmine had been to raid her personal potion stores in Mystic Falls. She lifted Tim's chin and tipped the potion into his mouth. The boy pulled a face but with her insistence, he swallowed and almost instantly the effect was noticeable. Tim sat up and looked around himself. Jasmine couldn't decide what to do.
Nik knew what he had to do.
He walked over and knelt by the boy before compelling him. "Leave and forget all that happened here tonight. You and Davina had a nice catch-up and then you both went home."
Tim's eyes glazed over but he did as he was told.
Davina sank into herself crying. It took only a glare for Jasmine to let Klaus know he should leave and he did.
"Davina?" Jasmine stayed on the floor with the young girl.
"I almost killed him." She sobbed and Jasmine felt her hormones go into overload, tears welling in her eyes for the poor girl.
"That was not your fault!" She told her honestly, standing and helping the girl to her feet with her. Jasmine had her hands on both of Davina's arms, holding her upright. "You should see what my magic does when someone pisses me off."
Davina seemed to snap back to reality, "I don't trust other Witches."
"Why? Did they hurt you?!" Jasmine asked anger coursing through her.
"I- your magic." Davina was confused. "It feels different." For the first time since Jasmine had made herself known Davina seemed to actually look at her. Or more accurately, her stomach. "You're pregnant?"
"Guilty as charged." Jasmine smiled. "Ever since I found out I've had this overwhelming feeling of happiness. Emotions effect magic. Especially when you have more magic than five witches. That's what happened here tonight, Davina. Klaus antagonized you in a way he knew would affect you. I can show you some little tricks that have helped me if you like?"
Davina nodded and Jasmine smiled, she turned to look at all the destruction around her. "Over the past year or so I've seen what magic can do. Bad as well as good. I've found that the good overshadows the bad." Jasmine felt her magic radiate across her skin. "I've found that if you have more magic than you need, the best thing to do is release it." She pushed her magic into the room. Focusing on a spell she learnt in school. Repairo.
Every shard of glass and every page from the bibles began to rise and quake. Davina watched in amazement as all the windows and books returned to their original state, fixing themselves right in front of her eyes. Not only that, but Jasmine's magic gave off a warm sort of glow. A feeling of comfort. It was completely different from the first time she felt it.
"There. As good as new." Jasmine sighed happily.
"When I first felt your magic. It was dark. Death like. Now it feels-"
"lighter?" Jazz filled in the blank, before turning back to Davina. "When I first got to New Orleans. I was angry. Witches here sort to conspire against me and my babies for their own gain. I wanted answers and I wasn't afraid to throw a few people around for them. That's why, when you first felt my magic, it wasn't so friendly."
"It also feels different. You're not 'my' sort of witch are you?" Davina asked, though she still had a slight sniffle.
"No, I'm a core witch. We get our magic from within, not nature or ancestors." Jasmine explained. "I'm not going to lie to you Davina, my goal tonight, it was to observe you and gather intel. The witches of your old coven have linked me with Sophie Devereaux, it the promise to end her life if Klaus and I don't stop Marcel from stopping their magic but I think there is more to this."
Davina looked perplexed and torn.
"You don't have to tell me. You're a young girl caught up in this and it isn't fair, but know this you do not need to fear me. Not even Klaus. I'm going to neuter that son of a bitch for even thinking of harming a child." Davina chuckled and Jasmine smiled before taking the young girls hands. "When I was your age I had faced the darkest of wizards over five times. I know how you feel and I am going to help you. Control this magic, find a way to make sure everyone gets what they want, but most importantly I am not going to take you away from Marcel. I can see the love you have for him. I don't know why or how, but he is your family. Family doesn't start with blood and it doesn't end there either. I learnt that the hard way."
Davina smiled, "Thank you, Jasmine. I want to help you too."
"And I'm sure you will, I will be in touch. Don't you worry sweet girl." Jasmine smiled, before giving her a gentle hug. Whatever was going on in this town wasn't so two dimensional. She was starting to think that maybe there was a good reason the witches magic had been restricted. She'd never agree, but she could sense it. Davina was terrified. She saw so much of herself in Davina.
"Davina?!" Marcel shouted, rushing into the church. "Where have you-" He stopped dead when he saw Jasmine embracing his ward. "What's going on, what happened?" He rushes over. Tim's blood was still on Davina's dress.
Davina released Jasmine and rushed to hug Marcel.
"Are you hurt?!" He demanded, looking at her.
"No, Jasmine helped me. My magic got a little out of control and she helped me with it." Davina smiled at the Witch and Marcel's trepidation evaporated.
"Well, thank you, Jazz." he nodded sincerely.
"Is there anything we can do for you?" Davina asked and Jasmine smiled.
"There is one thing. Two actually." She chuckled.
"Anything." Marcel wrapped his arm around Davina. "After this little Madam is In bed."
"It's not much, but my family is a little- Well a lot out of control without Elijah." She smiled sadly. "It would mean the world if I could take him home."
Marcel glanced at Davina, "Well-"
"Of course." She interrupted. "I'll go sort him out." Davina smiled before letting do not Marcel and heading up to the Attic.
Marcel shrugged and smiled, "Shall we?" He offered and Jazz nodded. On Thursday up to Davina's room, she broke the silence.
"She needs help, Marcel. Her magic. It's haywire." She explained. "She could stub her toe and bring down every building in New Orleans."
Marcel looked concerned, "Can you help her?"
"I hope I can. She's a special girl. She just needs some guidance."
"Then please, I'll do whatever it takes." He said in a flat tone, but his desperation was evident.
"You don't need to do anything. I want to help her. This city is all sorts of screwed, Marcel." She told him truthfully. "No offence." Smirking she held up her hands. "What I can't seem to figure out is why such a sweet thing seems to be at the centre of it all."
Marcel sighed. "Neither can I."
-x-
About half an hour later, after promising Davina she'd be back tomorrow with a spell, she took Elijah and herself home.
Date night had been a flop and she was internally deciding where to put her new hybrid fur carpet, but Jazz felt like her Davina mission was successful.
When she appeared in the foyer, Elijah and his box at her side, she removed the dagger and went to find the other residents of the house.
Rebekah, Sophie and Klaus were all sat in the living area. Pensive looks plastered on their faces.
"Bekah, Elijah is in the Foyer." She said shortly. "He's probably going to need some blood."
Rebekah smiled and sped off.
She then turned her attention to Sophie, "I don't know what the witches in your coven did to that poor girl, or why she is so terrified of any other magic-wielding being, but I will find out, Soph and if it's as bad as I think the Witches in this quarter will wish it was only their magic being stopped and not the blood flow to their hearts." She said with a sharp edge of finality to her words. "Could you please leave us. I need a word with my partner."
Sophie nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.
Klaus sighed and stood from his seat, "Jasmine-"
"Don't Nik. You know exactly what you did wrong. I'm not going to explain it to you. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be sleeping in a guest room tonight and if I even sense you thinking about coming anywhere near me till I cool down, I'll conjure a hellhound and make it eat you."
With that, she left the room and headed to be.
She would spoil tonight victory by reprimanding a grown man. Instead, she was going to sleep and tomorrow she and Davina would unlink Sophie from the lives of her babies.
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Well, there you go. Jasmine has met Davina and Klaus is in the dog house. My next chapter should be up on time. Until then, as always, let me know your wishes for this story.
Hope you all enjoyed.
Kat xox