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With thanks to Angel of Darkness Forever for betaing this chapter.

Calling the Cavalry

As Elena woke up from her sleep, she lay in her bed a moment longer, basking in that state when you are not asleep, yet not completely awake. Only a moment later a gasp escaped Elena's lips as she started to remember her dream. She met a young girl, Davina, who had already lived through things that no one that young should. Her case was even worse than Elena's, because at least her mother had tried to protect her, until Klaus had compelled her. Davina's mother stood by, letting some other witch from their coven try to slit her daughter's throat in the name of some kind of ritual. She had never heard of something so sick.

While they were speaking, Elena grew incredibly fond of the girl, feeling a great deal of protectiveness towards her too. With their similar experiences, they had developed an almost instant connection.

Before Caroline could manage to pry open her eyes, she heard Elena frantically going around their room. What was the hurry? Damon would have called if something happened and Caroline didn't hear any of their phones ringing.

"What are you doing up so early?" Caroline asked in a voice still slightly raspy from sleep. She sat up a little, her brows furrowing.

"Caroline, I need to go to New Orleans to take care of something." Elena said while she grabbed her passport, purse, and car keys, immediately heading towards their dorm room door. "I'll be back by tonight."

Caroline looked stunned in the direction of her best friend's exit. Now, this was weird. Before she could start to get anxious, she realized that if something happened to one of their friends, Elena would have told her immediately. So she took a calming breath and decided whatever it was could wait until Elena's return. Then she flopped back onto her pillow, intent on getting a few more hours of shut eye.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Elena was at Richmond International Airport waiting for her flight being called, so the passengers could start the boarding process. As it was, she had luck on her side. She was able to secure a seat at an early plane going to directly to New Orleans. If everything goes as planned she'd be landing a couple of minutes before noon.

In her dream, she'd agreed with Davina's plan that she would take a cab from the airport to Rousseau's and making the last leg of her journey by foot to avoid notice, because a cab parked in front of St. Anne's would definitely ring some alarm bells with whoever Marcel had stationed to watch over the church.

The flight arrived as scheduled, but Elena was quite irritated when they finally arrived. She had the displeasure of sitting between an overconfident douchebag who wanted to pick her up and made not so subtle hints of his intentions of taking Elena back to his hotel, and an old lady who wouldn't shut up about her cats.

First one side... "Hey, sexy, so I've got a hottub..."

That she wanted to drown him in.

And then the other. "So Brownie decides to shred the drapes..."

She couldn't blame the cat for that, but he shredded the wrong thing.

It didn't help the situation either that Elena hadn't fed before departing from her and Caroline's dorm. So by the time she exited the plane, she was in a fine mood.

Elena quickly went over to a cab parking before the exit of the airport and told the chauffeur to take her to the Rousseau's in the French Quarter. The driver tried to speak to her but Elena wasn't in the mood for polite chit-chat.

Finally they parked in front of the restaurant. Elena paid the man with quite a generous tip before exiting his car and making her way into the establishment. As she entered, she immediately searched for the blond woman, Camille. Davina told her to ask about directions to the church from the bartender. If Camille questioned her about her interests in the place she should evade the answer with some generalities. So, Elena did just that. Lucky for her, the bar was so busy that Camille didn't have time to ask anything before another customer called for her attention.

The streets were bustling with people and Elena tried to took in the colorful sights that were on display. The French Quarter was truly an amazing place to visit. She felt slightly regretful that she didn't have the time to look around.

Suddenly, she was halted by a black man cutting in front of her. Elena didn't pay much attention to the stranger, trying to walk around him without a second glance, when she felt him grab her left wrist. She turned around, only to notice a disturbing smile gracing the man's face.

"Well, I'd never have thought I'd be running into the infamous Katherine Pierce in the city built by her enemies' hands." Diego said in a cocky, mocking tone. He was sure that Marcel would be very pleased with them when they give him the doppelganger.

Elena only rolled her eyes at the self-satisfied man, who, upon closer inspection, she realized was was a vampire. She quickly observed the two with the black vampire and to her absolute delight they were vampires too.

"You have it wrong, I'm Elena Gilbert." Elena stressed her words like she would speak with a simpleton. She would have thought that every vampire knew that was another doppelganger because there was a hybrid.

Diego gave a disbelieving look, before he tightened his grip. "Lying won't help you, Katherine." He started to walk, but halted when he saw that the woman hadn't moved even an inch. "You will come with us or we will drag you."

Elena couldn't believe her ears. This idiot really thought that he could drag her anywhere with force when they were on a busy street in broad daylight. "Yeah, I don't think so."

But before Elena could shout for help, so she could slip away while the idiots were dealing with the passerbys, one of the other vampires moved and discretely snapped her neck. Diego quickly scooped the girl into his arms. They told everyone that the girl fainted because of low blood sugar and they would take her home. No one questioned their story.

-o-o-o-o-o-

It was already half past ten at night, the young witch got increasingly worried by every second as she paced in the middle of her room. Elena should have arrived hours ago. Something was not right.

For a brief moment she let her insecurities rule her thoughts. Maybe Elena changed her mind about coming for her and taking her away from New Orleans. But she firmly clamped down on those dark thoughts. The hours she spent with speaking with the young vampire in her dream cemented in her mind that Elena was a compassionate, good person. If she didn't keep her word, she had a good reason for it.

Davina decided to drink some chamomile tea to calm her nerves before she tried to go to the meditative state she used last night to communicate with Elena. Unfortunately, it took quite a long time to achieve a relaxed state of mind in her normally so comfortable bed.

The first thing Davina noticed was the pain throbbing through her mind, even though she was in a dream. What she found was utterly disconcerting; Elena's mind was a dark, blank space. The pain was an echo of the pain her new friend would experience while awake. To her horror, Davina realized that Elena wasn't asleep but unconscious. Because of this, she tried to navigate as gently as possible. The slightest mistake could propel Elena back into consciousness, doing more harm than good.

Finally, in the darkest corner of this vast place the young witch found her. "Elena?" Davina went nearer to her cautiously like she would to a small, wounded animal. This girl was so different from the one she had met the night before: huddled up, with her arms wrapped around herself, and terrified.

Elena flinched back into the corner even more when she heard someone's voice in her mind.

"Elena, please." Davina tried in a soothing tone. "It's Davina. You need to tell me where you are."

It took a little time for Elena to process what was said to her. She looked in the direction the soft, feminine voice came from. As she recognized the young girl in front of her, she saw the worry and pain on the other girl's face.

She remembered last night when the girl had invaded her dreams. They had ended up talking a lot, with her sharing things that few people, even her friends were aware of. She had felt a kinship to Davina when they talked to each other, like she hadn't felt with anyone else.

Her thoughts were abruptly halted by Davina asking something from her. She blinked slowly as she tried to focus on the girl in front of her.

"What happened to you? Where are you?" Davina desperately questioned as she knelt down beside the huddled form.

"Diego, one of Marcel's men, at least I think he was one of them, he kidnapped me from the street." Elena frowned as she tried to wrack her mind for any useful information so Davina could help her escape from her torturer's cruel crutches. "They don't believe me, that I'm not Katherine. They want me to tell them all the information Katherine gathered over the centuries, so they could defeat Klaus. Marcel thinks she must know something, because she managed to evade capture by Klaus's hands for all these years."

Elena sobbed quietly as she finished speaking. Tears were streaming down her face, and her eyes held the pain she felt even in here.

Davina's worry quickly changed to fury. She couldn't believe that Marcel would torture someone like Elena for hours. How was it possible that he didn't realize the girl was speaking the truth? Even the few second's Davina had seen of Katherine in Elijah's head was enough for her to know the difference. Surely someone as old as Marcel wouldn't be so blind as to mistake them for each other!

"Elena, I will help you escape." Davina promised. "I will get you out of there."

Elena didn't say anything, just looked at her with hopeful eyes. She wanted to be out of Marcel's tender care as fast as possible. The determined look on the young witch's face reassured her that she wouldn't have to endure this much longer.

With a gasp, Davina bolted up from her bed. She needed to help and find Elena. The only problem was she had no idea where Marcel could have taken her as Elena herself had no idea where she was. This was a spell based on that if you found the person you were looking for, you could have whatever information you wanted directly from their mind. This was not good, she would need help. But who could she turn to?

Davina slapped one of her hands to her head in irritation. Her first thought should have been Elijah. The Original must know a place or two where Marcel could have taken her. If worse came to worse, she would invade Elena's mind again and ask her to describe the place.

In a matter of seconds, Davina was out of her room, heading for the mansion where she knew the Originals were residing. It didn't take her long before she was going up the stairs to knock on the beautiful house's door.

Rebekah heard the impatient knocking. She was already very frustrated with Hayley's disappearance. How much time did her incompetent brothers need to track down and bring home one pregnant werewolf?

"I'm coming." Rebekah shouted for whoever was at their door. She reached the handle a highly displeased look on her face as she started to open the door. "You don't have to knock down the bloody…"

Rebekah suddenly cut off whatever she wanted to say when she saw the powerful, teenage witch.

"I need to speak with Elijah, immediately." Davina said imperiously.

"He is currently not at home, but I will be sure to tell him you stopped by." Rebekah said snidely, trying to shut the door on the infuriating brat's face. She was blasted back by a gust of wind a moment later as Davina strode into the foyer.

"Is he still searching for that Hayley girl?" Davina asked sternly, making Rebekah look at her in surprise. "So?"

"Yes, you insolent brat. He and Nik are still out in the wild looking for her." Rebekah grudgingly confirmed. She'd love to teach the witch a lesson, but she was awfully powerful and Rebekah wasn't overly fond of a repeat performance of being thrown through a window, thank you very much.

Davina turned on her heels to march out of the house when she was found the blond in front of her. She tilted her head to the side in question.

"If you want to track them down, then I'm going with you." Rebekah stated, a sneer on her face before she concealed all of her emotions behind a cool, impassive mask. "I have had enough of playing house guard while they take their sweet time."

Please don't let us be too late! Davina pleaded silently.

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