I don't own VD or TO. All rights to those go out to the amazing people that made them. I own my OC and the changes I've made.

This is sadly a shorter chapter, but it lets everyone see her loving and joking side. She likes to keep life light. Why take things serious?

I finished the draft of Chapter 28, so now it's just editing and finding motivation to continue it all. It sucks how finals are coming up so my free time will mostly be spent studying. Sorry. I'll still try to keep editing and posting as often as possible.

Much love, -Nicole

Chapter 12

They made it downstairs early for breakfast. She wore grey sweat pants and a tight white tank top; his outfit matched. They walked into the dinning hall they shared with their inner circle and she sat down to the right of the head of the table.

Marcel walked to the tray table against the wall and fixed their cups of coffee. His stirring was interrupted by a choking sound. It came from his right hand man.

"Are you alright?" He asked. He knew the vampire was not truly in danger, but it was still uncomfortable to see him making such a display.

Thierry nodded before making eye contact with Sara who burst into a fit of laughter. They were the only ones in the room at the moment and it was probably a good thing. Marcel eyed her warily, he had the feeling she was up to something. "What?" He asked cautiously.

"When did you guys, um, finish up?" Thierry asked him, keeping his eyes on his food.

Sara's laughter only increased. "Not that that's really important, but a few hours ago, we needed sleep, why?"

The man looked positively mortified. "Um, well, cause, um, your back." He finally spat out.

Sara snuck up behind him, as he was still standing beside his chair and took a picture on her phone. She passed it off to him, and couldn't help but sit on the floor laughing at his expression. He passed between confusion, shock, embarrassment, and annoyance, before his eyes finally turned to her.

The picture showed, deep dark scratch marks littering his skin. They should have disappeared in minutes, because they hadn't and were clearly visible around and through his undershirt he knew that this was one of her little witchy jokes. Seeing the amusement in her eyes and the embarrassment on their friend, he joined her in a fit of laughter. Thierry finally broke and laughed with them.

When they all calmed down, and were seated, he placed his hand over hers. The look in his yes was somewhat serious, but only just enough that she knew to listen to wherever he was going with this. "Slightly possessive were we today, Angel?" He continued before se answered. "Now, please remove them. We are going to see Davina and the girl doesn't need to see that."

Sara rose and stood beside him. She nodded and whispered the counter spell seductively in his ear as her hand passed lightly down his back. She pulled away and went back to her seat. "I can't believe you didn't notice me doing that last night." She smiled at him. "I must be fantastic in bed." She winked at their friend as a few other inner circle members joined them.

They all finished eating and retreated to get ready for the day. Not long after entering their rooms, Marcel and Sarafina were ready to go. They both wore jeans. Sarafina wore a cream blouse and a red blazer with knee-high brown leather boots. Marcel wore black leather boots and a tight white v-neck t-shirt, that hugged his firm chest. They left the compound on foot towards Davina. The walk was nice and gave them time to catch up. They talked about the challenges he'd had in New Orleans, and about her challenges. They also spoke of Mystic Falls, and everything that'd happened there, to which Marcel laughed stating one day he'd have to see that town.

They walked into the church and up to the attic or loft, she didn't really know what to call it. He signalled for her to wait outside while he went in first. It became increasingly difficult with every passing moment as she quite literally felt the young girls power rolling over her in waves. She'd sensed the power arriving in town, but she simply took it as a combination of having been away too long and her recent use of magic making her more sensitive. Sara realized now that that wasn't the case. She was just sensing this girl's power.

She faintly heard Marcel tell her that he'd brought a friend to meet her, then foot steps, and the door opened. He waved her through and was slightly shocked at what she saw, a beautiful young girl. "Blessed be, Davina." She used the typical greeting witches used with each other.

Davina stood there shocked for a minute and had no idea what to say. "D, it's okay." Marcel told her.

"I know that witches have not done right by you, but I promise you, I am nothing like the antiquated witches of the quarter." Sara took a step towards the girl. "Marcel and I have been friends for a long time. He thought that you could use a friend and another witch to talk to." She was slowly walking forward while speaking. She took the young girls hand. Their skin vibrated with each other's power. "Do you feel that? That's your power sensing mine. You know, you can trust me."

"Who are you?" The young witch didn't know what to make of this woman that seemed 20 or so years old. She knew there was something different, older, more powerful about this woman.

"I'm Sarafina. I'm a friend. I won't be in New Orleans, but you can always call me, with anything. Even if you just want to chat, you can call me. If you need me, I'll come back here." She looked Davina in the eyes as she spoke. It shook her to know that someone cared for her, especially after her own mother was complacent in her murder.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Davina asked her. The woman felt different than any witch she met. She doubted that if her powers hadn't been so great she wouldn't have even noticed the slight hint of vampire and werewolf in the raven haired woman's aura.

Sara placed her hand on the girl's cheek. "Because I know how hard it is to be alone, in the dark about my powers, unimportant to your family. And no one deserves that. Plus, Marcel likes you and he doesn't like anyone," they both chuckled, "so that means I'll give you a chance."

There were tears in the young girl's eyes. "Thank you." She chocked out.

Marcel came over and hugged them both. "My girls." He laughed.

They all talked a bit, mostly about life stuff. Sara wanted to know more about what the young woman could do, but understood that pushing her wouldn't be a good idea. The girl would be slow to trust. Rightfully so, as her own mother would have allowed her to be sacrificed. She was quite open in all things hoping this would help Davina trust her, and plus Marcel already knew everything she told him. Their time together was interrupted by a phone call from Damon.

"Hey Day, what's up?"

"So, Alaric has an evil alter ego hell bent on killing vampires and vampire sympathizers. He's already killed some humans. Is there anything witchy you can do?"

"One sec."

Marcel looked up at her and a silent conversation passed between them. "Hey D, I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to go, something came up."

Davina hugged Marcel, and to Sara's surprise hugged her as well. They quickly left the loft and headed out through the church.

"Sara, who's that?"

"My secret lover Dad. Don't worry, I can mix something that will help him keep his dark side at bay, but he has to drink it twice a day. It's gonna taste like crap. Why aren't you asking Bonnie?"

"Witchy, Momma and the boy decided to go on a little trip. Family bonding or some crap. Elena asked. They had some idea with binding or something. I don't know. I'll make someone call you about it."

"Okay. I'll get on it."

"Okay, see you when you get home."

"Dad, I'm not coming home yet. I'll send someone to drop it off."

"What why?"

"Because I'm on a sexcation. Really Damon, it doesn't matter. But I have to go, bye." She hung up before he had the chance to answer.

These chapters may be fillers, but I seriously love her life away from her family. I think the Salvatores are way too caught up in Elena; in both the show and this story. That was one of the things I couldn't handle while watching.

Some more fun in the Quarter with some witchyness, coming up.

I hope you're enjoying this story. Much love. -Nicole