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Chasing An Outcome
Chapter 11: Father to a Daughter
Rebekah had never been astounded to such a level like she was now. Hayley had begun to summarize what happened during her sleep. Besides the sound of Freya chanting a spell the room had been quiet.
Jackson was dead.
Cami was dead.
Lucien (the bloody stable boy) had become more powerful than her entire family combined. He'd killed Cami and her brother Finn, whom turned out wasn't as awful as initially thought. Apparently Lucien was on a mission to kill her entire family. He was even backed by some dead witches now. He'd managed to even run her family into hiding!
And Davina... Davina had been on the brink of being sacrificed by Freya in order to save her, Hayley, and Klaus. It turned out it had been a decision both Freya and Elijah had taken. The poor girl. She must've been so terrified in that instant. It turns out her father, her birth father, had been the one who rescued her; and it was Vincent whom brought her back.
Marcel had been there though. He'd seen all of it and was powerless then, to stop them. Now he was exactly what Lucien had become.
And he despised them.
"He wants nothing to do with us anymore. I'm sorry Rebekah... but there's no changing his decision."
Someone must have been squeezing her heart as she recalled Hayley's words. Marcel had been the one to cause the disarray in their home. He'd stormed in and would have eradicated all of them if it weren't for Davina. Despite having every right to want them dead she did not allow Marcel to kill them. Which he easily could have due to an incurable venom in his bite.
But there was no escaping reality. Marcel hated them, hated her. It was too much to bear! Her legs felt like they would crumble. She'd rather spend an eternity in that agonizing slumber, ignorant to everything, then be a part of this reality.
Kol was no different. She cast a look at him to see he had his back to them, almost a cruel metaphor of their relationship now. He too wanted nothing to do with 'this' family as he defined them; it wasn't even 'our' family anymore. Kol had even attacked them prior to Marcel's arrival. Although Kol didn't blame Klaus or Hayley he still wanted nothing to do with them.
"There's a war going on in the ancestral plane as we speak," Klaus said. "On the other side is Lucien along with his age old witches. Currently Marcellus, Vincent, Davina, and her father, Nathan, are also on the other side, fighting to end it all."
How could so much have happened? How could things have escalated like this?
Now Davina, Vincent, Marcel, and Nathan, were on a battleground trying to make things right. And with the way Lucien was now only Marcel was strong enough to take him. Meanwhile they were to sit here helplessly.
Of course that wouldn't stop Kol.
Because he was in love with Davina.
Didn't Freya and Elijah see that? How could they think she'd be living happily ever after knowing she'd robbed Davina of her life? It was the young witch who had resurrected Kol, not them, not this family. This family was too busy worrying about insignificant things such as prophecies and taking over the city.
This family should have killed Lucien the minute they met him, the way Kol had suggested. This family should have protected Cami and Jackson. This family should have never allowed things to reach such a point where sacrificing someone was a necessity.
Her hands tightened into fists.
"Rebekah."
It was Elijah.
"...I'm sorry."
A jolt ran along her spine. Not even processing her thoughts her hand lifted before swiftly coming down again.
The sound echoed loudly in the room. Even Freya had briefly ceased her spell to look in her direction.
Rebekah's hand ached from the sensation of slapping Elijah. Such a pain was miniscule compared to the one plaguing her heart.
"Don't you apologize to me Elijah! How dare you... how dare you! Did you even stop to think about what you were planning on doing to Davina!? To Marcel!?"
Elijah turned his head away. Having anticipated this reaction did nothing to lessen the hurt.
She shoved him roughly almost causing him to stumble to the ground. The tears were blurring her vision."Look me in the eyes you bastard! Davina brought Kol back! Our brother! Our God damn brother! Why didn't you stop Freya?" She pushed him again. "Did you honestly believe I'd be content to live knowing you killed the person who brought our brother back? The person who is a daughter to Marcel? Has the fact that Marcel saved Hope from Genevieve and her witches already up and left your thick skull!? Answer me oh great and wise Elijah! After all you know every bloody thing don't you!?"
"Rebekah," Klaus reached for her but she smacked his hand away cruelly.
"Shut up! You're just as guilty! Why didn't you kill Lucien the moment he arrived!? Why didn't you tear Tristan's heart out along with his parasite of a sister the instant you knew they'd arrived!? If we'd only stopped for one second to ignore this bloody prophecy and do what we should have in the first place, then," Her tears were flowing freely without a care. "Perhaps Cami and Jackson wouldn't have had to be caught in this!"
Klaus fell silent. His sister's every word cutting him deeper and deeper.
"And do you know who it is cleaning up this family's mess!?" Rebekah shouted. "It's that girl you wanted to sacrifice! All we do is destroy everything! I'm so sick of it!" Her eyes sealed shut as the anger began shifting to despair. "You should have never woken me up. I can't... I can't take this."
Klaus pulled her towards him just as Rebekah released an anguished sob. His own heart breaking as her words ran over and over again in his head. Regret poured into every one of his veins. Images of Cami filtered his mind; he wondered how things would be if he'd just realized his feelings for her and ignored Aurora. Would they have been in a gondola by now? Or walking hand in hand down a field of flowers?
"Something's wrong," Freya abruptly said, catching their attention.
"What happened?" Hayley asked.
"The boundary between our side and theirs is normally off limits. But now the door is practically wide open... as if someone had been tampering with it."
"It must have been Davina!" Kol said. "I need to get in that place again."
"One more thing, with the boundary being broken like this it means any one of you can enter, regardless of not being a witch" Freya explained. "But I've used up almost all of my magic. Besides Kol I only have enough to take one more person."
"I'll go." Klaus immediately said.
Hayley frowned. "No, I will. Seeing you will only anger Marcel. Besides, I need to see Davina. I haven't gotten the chance to see her yet."
"Don't be foolish," He retorted. "I am far stronger than you. It makes more sense for Kol and I to go." Seeing that she was about to protest he placed his hands on her arms, squeezing slightly. "We don't have the luxury to argue now love. I swear I'll make sure you see her when this is all over. Please." He added softly.
She reluctantly nodded. "Make sure you all come back along with her. I won't forgive you if you don't Klaus."
He nodded. "Understood."
"The spell is ready," Freya said while holding her hand out. "As soon as you take my hand we'll instantly be on the other side."
Right as Klaus was about to grab it he felt himself being pushed to the side. He was stunned to see Rebekah standing by Freya. "What are you—"
"Forgive me Nik."
"Rebekah!" He shouted while reaching for her.
But she had already taken Freya's hand.
Unknown to the people on the other side, there was a group trying valiantly to prevent supernatural chaos.
"We shouldn't be too far off now," Vincent said. "Keep pushing forward!"
Nathan nodded. "Time to crash this party!"
"In front Vincent!" Davina shouted.
Vincent concentrated magic into his palm and directed the force towards the incoming pursuers. Successfully he dispersed the crowd enough for them to pass.
"This way you two!" Nathan added as he led them down another path. "They just don't quit! This is an annoying type of persistence."
"Incoming! Behind us now," Vincent pointed out after noticing they were being tailed.
"These guys are pretty fast for being dead."Davina said in a mixture of both awe and exasperation. Her heart began racing as she heard chanting. "Shit, this isn't good; they're preparing a spell!"
Vincent frowned. "That's an aneurysm spell."
"Davina, hold my hand and focus," Nathan replied. "I'm running low on energy so I'm going to channel you." He turned to Vincent. "Get behind me when I give you my signal Vincent!"
"Got it."
Quickly he whispered the incantation before coming to a stop. "Now Vincent!" His hand glowed white before he sent a shock wave towards the witches, rendering them immobile. "That won't hold them long, move!"
"That was a paralysis spell wasn't it," Vincent stated, impressed by the display. "Not bad."
"Yeah, although, if we hadn't used practically all our energy breaking the boundary connecting our world's, among other things, it would've been a whole lot stronger."
"Where did you learn that spell?" Davina asked. "That was amazing!"
"Your old man loved magic too once upon a time," He chuckled. "Read a few grimoires here and there during my witch faze, to which I'm thankful for now."
"Why did you stop?" She persisted.
"Lots of reasons, mainly life; I was entering college and I didn't want to fool around anymore. Then... I fell in love, and well, you know the rest."
She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry Nathan."
"Don't sweat it Davina! I'm happy to have met you and your friends; I'm really honored to be your father too. Plus I'm helping you out; that means I was able to do something for you."
Her heart swelled. "I'm glad to have met you too."
"We've got company!" Vincent yelled, getting their attention. "Ahead of us!"
"They're blocking the entire front," Davina gritted her teeth in frustration. "This isn't good. We need another detour Nathan."
"Wait up you two," Vincent said and sent them a knowing glance. "Now is the perfect opportunity to separate. I'll take the dark object and buy you as much time as possible."
Nathan handed him the box. "Good luck."
"Vincent," Davina eyed him in concern. "Don't die."
He couldn't help but feel touched by her genuine worry for him. This whole ordeal had made him see Davina Claire in a new light. He was beginning to see her as a friend in the same way as he saw Camille; and not just her, her friends were important to him too. "I won't. I have an upper hand now because of you. I know how to get out. Now, go."
The trio separated with most of the ancestors chasing Vincent.
"Looks pretty clear now," Davina said as they came down an empty road. She crouched down, placing her hands on her knees and panting. "Oh my God, I think just ran a marathon."
"This is like something off a bad horror movie," Nathan grunted while he leant against the wall. "Am I glad I did a bit of track in high school."
"That was some thinking by the way. This was your plan after all Nathan." She said with a smirk, thinking back to when they were talking about making a plan.
"...But no way would the ancestors be deceived by a simple concealing spell."
"About that," Nathan murmured, a thoughtful hand coming to rest on his chin. "I think I might have an idea. Listen up, we know a concealing spell won't work, but what about thinking outside the box?"
Vincent furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you have in mind?"
"I'm talking about one of the oldest tricks in the book. It'll be something so unlikely and juvenile that they won't even bother to think we'd do."
He grinned and pulled the dark object. "I imagine they will be pretty peeved when they see their box of air, don't you?"
Davina laughed and shared a high five with him. "I'd bet on it. But let's move, we're not done yet."
"Right!"
Lucien frowned slightly. "Hmm... I'd love to continue this, but I'm afraid my services are needed elsewhere."
"What? Hey!" Marcel shouted as he Lucien vanished abruptly from his sight. "You think you can run from me you bastard!" The man wasn't so bright if he thought he could outrun him with vampire speed.
Why was Lucien suddenly running though? He was so eager on killing him a minute ago so, why? It didn't add up. Suddenly his blood ran cold as it sunk in. He must be going for Davina! Had Nathan's plan been found out? If so then they were in trouble. Lucien already had some sick intent on getting Davina after all.
Like hell! Like hell he'd allow Lucien to get his dirty hands on her! "Get your ass back here!"
His suspicions became all too true when his ears caught wind of her voice. They most likely figured their plan out. But Davina and Nathan were close, too close, that he was sure of. And Lucien already had a head start on him, damn it all!
The next thing he knew he was flung against a building, slamming painfully against it. Grunting he lifted his head to see a group of witches standing before him. He didn't have time for this! "Shit."
Jumping to his feet he skid passed them, using his hearing to pick out hostile sounds, he began evading anything that sounded like chanting, focusing entirely on Davina's voice.
... ... …. …. ... ... ... …. …. ... ... ... ….
Some shuffling noises had Davina pushing herself along with Nathan to the wall, ducking against it. "Sssh, did you hear that?"
"Huh? Hear what?"
"I'll fry them quick," Davina whispered and without skipping a beat, she stepped out the corner and fired a blast of magic. "Eat this!"
"Ack! Bloody hell!"
"Huh?" She said, recognizing the voice.
Across from her laid three bodies with one yelling a couple of choice words, obviously it being Kol.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She questioned, still a bit bewildered. "Are you trying to—" Words halted upon seeing the blond Original. "R-Rebekah?"
"Oh sweetheart," Rebekah murmured and embraced Davina tightly. "I... I don't even know what to say."
To say she was baffled would be the understatement of a lifetime. Her eyes darted towards Nathan who shrugged; he was equally as confused. "H-How am I seeing you? I thought you were... you know? Asleep?"
"I was brought back," Rebekah sniffled as everything she'd been told weighed down on her. "But it isn't about me. You... You've been through so much and dealt with so much because of my family, haven't you? I am so, so sorry for that Davina. I knew once I learned everything that had occurred that I needed to find you. This shouldn't have happened. None of this."
Davina blinked briefly as she registered what was going on. Rebekah was somehow awakened and was hugging and apologizing to her. What in the world were the odds of that happening? The arms around her shifted making her snap out of her musings.
She gently pushed out of the embrace. "You shouldn't have come, none of you. I made that clear already to your family Rebekah."
Kol had opted on not speaking to let his sister have her moment but enough was enough. "I told you I wasn't leaving your side anymore! Get that through your head already!"
"There's nothing you can do here!" She retorted. "You are all so damn aggravating! All your doing is putting yourselves in unnecessary risks. I told—" Davina ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "We're wasting time here! Nathan we need to move, now."
"Uh, right," He obliged, feeling pretty awkward in this situation.
"You're her father," Rebekah stated, glancing at the man before her in awe. "Why you can't be a day over twenty. You're so youthful looking and full of life."
Nathan chuckled sheepishly. "Oh, you really think so? I'm not that young unfortunately, but thanks!"
Davina facepalmed. "For goodness sake."
Rebekah finally became all too aware of some missing details. "Where is Marcel?"
"He's fighting Lucien," Davina replied. "That's why I can't stop now. We can't let him and Vincent's efforts go in vain. Josh is also trying his best. My friends are counting on us to prevent Lucien from getting his way. And I plan on keeping my word on ending all this."
"Then I'm going with you," Kol declared with no signs of letting up. "We can argue and waste time or we can keep moving."
Davina glared at him. "Don't get in the way and do as I say. This is serious." She sighed moments later. "And I'm sorry for blasting you earlier. My adrenaline was out of control with all the ducking and dodging we've been doing. Plus I don't have vampire hearing so I thought it was one of the witches."
"Aah that's fine love," He smirked. "It wouldn't be the first time you've pushed me back."
She could only smile. "You are something else Kol."
"So, where's the dark object?" Freya asked nervously. She wasn't exactly the most popular person with this group. It was as if she was walking on eggshells, not that she blamed them or anything.
Nathan pulled the object out. "I have it here."
"Incredible," Kol murmured upon inspecting it. "If only I had this little thing when I was here."
"Sounds nice in theory," Nathan replied. "But only a witch can activate it."
"I suppose that sums up my luck." He sighed.
"Is that little thing really supposed to stop Lucien?" Rebekah asked.
"Not quite stop Lucien but stop the ancestors," Nathan explained, pausing to think. "Which will then indirectly cause him to be killed. He's channeling the ancestors, using them. That's how he got his power. Once they're out the picture so will he."
"Wouldn't this affect Marcel?" She added. "He drank that serum too didn't he?"
"Yeah, in theory his power would be sapped out along with Lucien's. But, you see," Nathan smirked. "Davina, Vincent, and I, took precautionary measures before we came here."
"Precautionary measures?" Freya repeated.
"Before entering here we severed the link tying Marcel with them, so that he couldn't be influenced once he entered here. Neither will he be separated from his power once we've fried these guys."
"That's partly why we're exhausted, the other reason being due to the fighting," Davina added. "If I'm honest I can hardly feel my legs."
"Likewise," Nathan agreed. "But we have a mission to get done."
"You're risking your life to do what's right," Rebekah murmured, resenting how her and her family couldn't have found a similar resolve. They truly were poison. It pained her to accept the possibility that Marcel would not allow any of them into his life or Davina's. It was Kol her heart broke for. She was used to lost love, but him? This was the first time he'd ever been undeniably in love with someone. Kol didn't deserve to suffer the brunt of their actions.
"There it is." Davina stated as the cemetery came into view. Relief washed over her. "We did it Nathan, we're here."
Nathan nodded feeling just as relieved. "Yeah. Now let's set this thing up and watch the sparks fly."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that lad."
The falsely cheery voice immediately gave it away.
"I see you've bought guests. It isn't nice to enter a place uninvited you know."
"It's you," Nathan growled. "What did you do to Marcel!? Where is he?"
"You could say he's been taken care of."
Davina narrowed her eyes. "There's no way someone like you beat him! What are you trying to pull?"
"Your unyielding devotion to him is such a nuisance, as much as his," He spat. "You simply cannot accept the idea of one you dying. How I'll enjoy crushing your little bond. I'll kill—"
Nathan caught him off guard as he was speaking and blasted him back. "Damn he talks so much. So much that he gets so absorbed in his monologues."
They made it passed the cemetery where Freya cast a sealing spell. "That won't hold him for forever."
"It'll be long enough; I'm starting this," Nathan said as he pulled out the dark object. "Rompriez le lien—" His words stopped midway and he went into a coughing fit.
Davina was quickly at his side, hand on his chest as he continued coughing. "Nathan what's wrong?"
"Think I reached my limit here Davina," He strained out as blood fell from the side of his mouth. "I can't summon any magic."
Davina lowered him to a sitting position, concern etched in her eyes. "Just rest here Nathan; I'll give it a shot." She stood by the dark object. "Okay, here goes. Rompriez le—" Her breathing suddenly became heavy and her vision blurred. "Shit... I- I have no energy."
"Davina!" Kol caught her before she completely lost her balance. Worry washed over him. "You've gone and drained yourself love. If you use anymore of your strength you could kill yourself."
"Damn it!" Davina said in frustration, slamming a fist against the wall. "This can't be happening! The key to severing our connection is right there!" She turned to Freya, acknowledging her presence for the first time since she'd stumbled on them. "What about you? You should have energy."
Freya turned away and shook her head. "No, I've used up most of my strength as well. I hardly have any left."
Davina gritted her teeth. "Oh I'm sorry almost killing me took so much out of you!"
Freya flinched but said nothing.
Davina's gaze darted back to Nathan who was getting back on his feet. "Channel me Nathan, try it."
"It's no use," He replied. His heart broke as he watched the desperation in her form. "You and I don't have enough strength left."
"So this is it!?" She shouted, tears of anguish and anger pooling in her eyes. She buried her head in her hands and cried out. "We've come so far... we've come so far for what? What was the point of this!? Marcel fought so hard, Vincent fought so hard, and Cami... Cami died! While we can't do one damn spell!"
Kol brought her into his embrace. He narrowed his eyes when he felt her body trembling against his; he hated nothing more than seeing her in pain.
"There is something else," Nathan exclaimed firmly, grabbing their attention. "It's a gamble but our only chance."
Kol frowned, having a bad feeling. "What is it?"
"Davina, I need you to transfer whatever energy you have left in you to me," He paused to glare at Freya. "I need yours as well. Either you cooperate or we simply take it."
"There's no need. I'll give you what I have left."
"Good," He said before extending his hands out. "Grab onto me and transfer your energy. Make sure you have enough left to at least stand."
Once it was done he placed his hands on Davina's shoulders, smiling softly. "Thank you for accepting me into your life Davina. Thank you for introducing me to the people you love and for simply being my daughter, thank you. Our time was short but I want you to know that I cherished every second of it."
A sinking feeling swam in the pit of her stomach like an unwanted guest. "I don't understand... why are you telling me these things Nathan? Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"
His grip tightened slightly. "I'm going to use up every bit of magic I have left to activate this spell."
Panic filled her body. "You can't! Kol said that if—"
"I know," He cut her off, refusing absolutely any tears to fall or even present themselves in the corners of his eyes. "I don't think I'll be coming back with you."
Author's Notes
To make up for the lateness I made this chapter a bit longer than I usually do. I figured I owed you guys that much. Finale is right around the corner now! Also, hope you enjoyed the holidays. :)