Disclaimer: Hold on, let me check... Nope. Don't own The Originals or Saving Hope.

Chapter 6

Vincent walked into the old Mikaelson compound. The place had been abandoned after the events of that day 5 years ago, Marcel not even bothering with having anyone clean it up or get rid of all the weeds. Part of him was slightly distracted. He'd called Maxine just now to check on Adam, but she had told him he hadn't come home last night. After he dealt with this, he needed to call Marcel and see what the hell was going on. Four people stood in the middle of the room.

"Where's Vincent?" he heard Haley ask.

"Right here," he called as he walked in. "Kept my word. Now the only question is are you going to keep yours? As soon as I heal your kid, you've got to leave this city."

"Well we're not going to stay are we? Your city has lost all its charm," Klaus taunted. It was true. Whilst this city has been their home for the longest time and this was where his family was happiest, it was also where they had lost the most in the past 8 years, where they had experienced almost more losses and heartbreaks than they could handle. He had no intention of staying here longer than they absolutely had to.

"What he means," Haley said, shooting him a look, "is that we're very grateful, just help her and we'll leave."

"Just give us what we need, and we will do so happily," Elijah added.

Vincent started chanting as he stood beside Hope, how was sleeping. As he finished, she woke up.

"Mom?" she asked, confused.

"That's it," Vincent stated. "Your girl's purified. She'll be fine."

"Thank you," Klaus said sincerely. Vincent shook his head.

"The only thanks I needed from any of you is to see you all leaving this city for good."

"Go see your daddy," Haley whispered from beside Hope. She started walking over, only to stop as a dead crow landed at her feet. More of them started falling and Hope looked around nervously as they were all falling in a circle around her.

"What is this?" Klaus said, more confused than angry though the anger was still there, as he watched his daughter.

"I don't know," Vincent replied, also watching.

"Can you hear that?" Hope asked. "It's whispering. Saying a name. Over and over. 'Kre Nah Han. Kre Nah Han."

"Vincent what... What is that?"

"It's a nearly forgotten dialect. Creole. It means the Hollow. The Hollow is coming."

-TO/SH-

Joel took off his bag. Luke was with Zach and Melanda at his place while he was here. He had found this place about a year after moving here, a literal nexus of magic. This would be the place that could finish healing his mind if whatever was coming was as bad as Vincent seemed to think. He lay back and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was in a graveyard.

"You can't be here," said a female voice from behind him. He turned to see a young girl, around 18 with brunette hair and pretty blue eyes. "Vampires can't be here." Joel opened his mouth. "But you're not a vampire, are you? You're not Elijah."

"Kind of what I've been telling everyone for 4 years," he said, rolling his eyes. The teen smirked.

"Probably shouldn't have moved to New Orleans is you didn't want to be mistaken for anyone. Especially not here. Your appearance could get you killed. Kind of surprised it hasn't already having been living here for 4 years."

"Had a few close calls once or twice," he said. He looked at her curiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Davina," she said after a few seconds.

"Davina... I think I've heard of you. You died 5 years ago."

"I did. Why did you move from New Zealand?"

"School," he answered. At her curious look be elaborated. "I'm an orthopaedic surgeon. Started off in New Zealand, went to Harvard Medical to continue my learning. That was years ago now. Moved to New Orleans from Canada." She nodded in understanding.

"What are you doing here?"

"Someone attacked me to get to my son. They broke my magic. Where I am in the physical plain is a nexus of magic. It's going to fix me so I can protect those I love, my son most of all."

"I think I can help with that," Davina said. Joel looked at her. "This is the ancestral plain. The nexus is most likely a weak point between the living world and this one. I'm helping you, but I also have a warning. The people who attacked you. They work for someone called the Hollow. She's old and powerful, more powerful than anyone has ever seen. The Ancestors have been holding her back for around 2000 years through the link to the living world. When that link was severed, she broke free."

"What does she want?"

"What does every villain want? Control, destruction, the usual. She needs to be stopped. You can't just protect your son. It's everyone that she's after. And they won't be enough. They'll need your help."

"Of course I'll help," he said, confused. "Why wouldn't I?"

Davina held out her hand and Joel took it. She started chanting and he gasped as warmth flooded through him. Light nearly blinded him and he closed his eyes. The light finally faded and he opened eyes. He was back in the meadow. He took in a deep in and closed his eyes again, reaching out with his mind again, testing the limits. A smile slowly stole over his face as he opened his eyes again. Back to normal.

-TO/SH-

Vincent stood in the church in front of the witch community. He'd found Marcel on the route the ambulance was supposed to take unconscious earlier and woke him up. He hasn't remembered anything and was now with the Tremé witches to convince them to help.

"I know what we're up against. It's a faction of witches, our people, Who are making human sacrifices to a spirit called the Hollow. Now, this thing, it's dark, it's angry, and it's very very powerful." Elijah, who had walked through the door about half way through his speech unnoticed, spoke up now.

"And it is a force my family and I are here to erase. Now, kindly excuse us, please. Mr Griffith and I have much to discuss."

"OK, uh, give me a minute," he said and dismissed the witches. The two met in the middle of the church as the witches filled out, Maxine stopping him for a second to talk before he got to him.

"Now that we've suspended with the needless hysteria," Elijah started before Vincent cut in.

"I got a lot on my plate, Elijah, without whatever trouble you're trying to bring my way."

"You needed me," Elijah stated, both bemused and matter of fact. "And fortunately, I have a long history of removing anything undesirable from New Orleans."

"I'm probably one of those things on your list," Vincent retorted. "So I think it's best for me to work alone."

"Oh it's not an offer," Elijah said. "Children's lives are at risk." Vincent stared at him angrily.

"So now you care about children's lives being at risk?!" he shouted. "What about Davina Claire, Elijah, huh?!"

"So, you can only see me as some kind of merciless butcher?"

"Yes, I do."

"I'll be whoever you like, Vincent Griffith, I'll be the devil himself, but make no mistake, I would violate everything sacred under the sun in the name of saving my niece. And right now, according to you, you are having two evils. Wouldn't it be better if once of them were on your side?" They started at each other for a few seconds before Vincent answered.

"We do things my way."

"Beautiful. Your way it is."

-TO/SH-

Elijah followed Vincent into a room with ashes in a vase in the middle of a table.

"And who might this be?"

"These are the ashes of a witch who lost his way," Vincent started. "And they might be the way to help us find others. This thing, The um, The Hollow, it has a very unique magical signature. I felt it on this witch the other day when Marcel and I took him out, so if I can trace that energy back to its source..."

"You can find the rest of these fanatics," Elijah finished for him, before studying him. "So, this thing haunted my niece... Has it spoken to you?"

"It's more like a, um, a broadcast," he explained. "I managed to shut it out. Other people have a harder time with that."

"Like your wife?" Vincent turned to look at him.

"You know, there's a difference between what we project and what we have inside our hearts, what we try to hide inside of our hearts, right? Now that thing, it took what's darkest and twisted inside of me and turned it against me. It used it against my wife and it took everything that I've ever loved from me."

"So then, you have every reason to want to remove it from this earth."

"Yeah. But let's say we run into this thing today, Elijah. It's going to take everything that you want to keep buried, and it's going to use that and make you do exactly what it wants you to. And that's what makes you a liability to the very niece we're both trying to protect."

OK, so this is the second story I've updated today, very proud of myself. And it's not during late hours of the night or early hours of the morning. Extra proud of myself.

Now that my pride has been expressed, I would like for opinion. Should I keep Joel with no pairing, bring Alex back with Davina, or have someone completely different with him?