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drumroll please... dun... dun... dun...
Don't know why I did that because only two people guessed, but the potion was the one she used on the daggers in DWTH
New Orleans, 2011
After nineteen years the dreams had grown more vivid, and by that she meant she could hear voices. The accents were difficult to decipher in that crowded bar; there were many people from different parts of the world, but she had found that by focusing on the voice of the brunette entering the kitchen she could work it out.
She was the same woman from the stone room who glared at Elijah. She only ever said a few words, so it took three years and a shared memory with Phoebe to identify the accent.
She had gambled when she left San Francisco. There was no other way to describe her decision. She took a chance.
That was how she came to find herself in Rousseau's sitting at the bar sipping a vintage cocktail that reminded her of Gloria.
She was fairly certain she was sitting in the exact seat the girl would one day occupy.
"Do you need anything else?"
Lexa looked up from where she had been running her finger around the rim of her glass.
"Maybe," she offered a half smile and read the name tag, "Camille. That's a pretty name. Do you go by that or Cami?"
"Cami," the other blond laughed. "You're the first to ever ask."
"Well," she smirked, "like you I know the importance of nicknames. I'm Lexa," she extended her hand over the bar, "because Alexandria is such a mouthful."
Lexa laughed with Cami for a moment before crossing her arms on the bar.
"So, what 'might' you need, Lexa?" Cami started wiping down the counter with a rag.
"I'm new in town," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You could almost say I moved down with the clothes on my back," she fingered the bag in her lap. "I'm looking for an apartment. Preferably, somewhere in the Quarter."
"I don't know of anything," Cami shook her head, "but you could ask Sophie. She recently moved back to town and went through the whole finding a place to live thing. She might know of some places. I can introduce you if you like," she glanced at the clock behind the bar, "her shift ends in twenty minutes."
"That would be great," Lexa grinned. "Is it okay if I wait here, or do you need the stool?"
"You're fine there," Cami chuckled.
Lexa nodded her thanks before pulling out her chiming cell phone.
PHOEBE – Having any luck? You can always come back.
Lexa – I can't come back. You know that… people were starting to stare.
PHOEBE – You can come back. We'll find the name of the best plastic surgeon so when people do stare you can give them a name.
Lexa – Very funny… you are hilarious
PHOEBE – Aw come on sweetie that was a good plan. People stare you can claim plastic surgery.
Lexa – I'd rather not do that. Besides… I think I'm close… I know I'm close.
PHOEBE – Alright, just remember you are always welcome with us. You can come visit me in the nursing home and I'll call you my granddaughter.
Lexa – Thanks Pheebs
Lexa couldn't have described the joy that bubbled up in her body. It positively made her insides glow. She was certain she could have cut herself open and found her blood to be effervescent.
Sophie was the chef at Rousseau's. Sophie was a short brunette with anger issues. Sophie was the woman she had seen standing in front of Elijah.
"There are a lot of apartments in this building," Sophie came to a stop in front of a tall brick building on Bienville St. "Everything from one bedroom to three."
"One is all I need," Lexa smiled.
Sophie followed her inside the building and up a flight of stairs to view an apartment. Lexa was filling out the paperwork when she peeked up at Sophie through her lashes.
"So," she hummed, "what's the building's policy on pentagrams being drawn on the floor?"
"What?" Sophie choked.
"I guess you don't actually live in the building, so you wouldn't know," Lexa mused quietly.
"You're a witch?" Sophie arched an eyebrow. She tilted her head when Lexa nodded. "Where is your coven?"
"My coven consisted of my family," Lexa's good mood faded a bit; "they died a long time ago."
"I'm sorry," Sophie leaned against the kitchen counter and carefully laid a hand on Lexa's shoulder.
"Thanks," she swallowed. "It was a long time ago, but it still hits me sometimes that knowledge that they're gone."
A few days later Lexa was curled on the couch in her new apartment and flipping through Kol's old grimoire. She paused for a moment to trace the delicate petals of the daisy. Her fingers barely touched the flower that had all but crumbled away within the confines of the runes.
Slowly, carefully, she pressed the tip of her middle finger to the brown stem. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Phasmatos Tribum, plantus vivifey, plantus herbus."
The magic traveled the length of her arm and swirled around the decayed plant. When she opened her eyes again the daisy was whole; the white petals as pure as freshly fallen winter snow.
She inhaled the soft smell before turning her head towards the door where she could hear the soft strain of voices. She was on her feet when they knocked. She black leather pressed closed in her hands and the daisy between her fingers.
"Hi Sophie," Lexa tilted her head and smiled when she opened the door.
"Hey," Sophie smiled tightly. "Some of the coven heard about you. Sabine here wanted to meet you."
Lexa turned to the other woman in her door frame. She couldn't quite understand the chill that ran down her spine. It was just a feeling that persisted while they came in and joined her for a cup of tea; it made no sense though because she seemed so pleasant.
"Well," Agnes crossed her arms when Sabine and Sophie returned.
"She's definitely hiding something," Sabine straightened her jacket.
"Like what," Agnes tilted her head.
"She's immortal," Sabine shrugged.
"A witch can prolong their life with the use of herbs," Sophie swallowed.
"Yeah, but they still age," Sabine shook her head. "She hasn't aged."
"I'm close," she stared at the ceiling, "I know I am."
Her breathing was shallow when she closed her eyes and turned her head. Opening her eyes she saw the same grey skin she'd been seeing for centuries.
"Now if only you'd wake up."
Lexa sighed and pushed herself onto her elbow. Her fingertips gently traced his cheekbone.
"I know you will soon though," she remembered the image of Sophie, "she's not much older in my vision. Unless she starts using herbs then I know I'll see you soon, but for now," she stood from the bed, "I'm going to try and summon a few more visions."
"I love you," she bent over the edge of the bed and kissed his cheek before taking a deep breath and pulling open the door.
The lingering pressure made him raise his fingers to his tingling cheek.
Through the slits of his eyes he saw a flash of the pale hand pulling the door closed before the edges of the bedroom faded to black. The last thing he saw before the darkness took over was a vase of daisies.
"Good morning," Rebekah looked up from her book when he stirred. "Elijah and I had to go out of our way to talk Nik into taking out the dagger." She stood and pressed a bag into his hands. "Here, times have changed."
"Is this," he grimaced at the hoarse quality of his voice, "blood in a bag?"
"Yup," she perched on the edge of the bed and rolled her eyes when he tore into the edge with his teeth. "Once you've replenished I'll show you an easier way to open them."
"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" Rebekah flashed in front of him.
"I'm leaving, Rebekah," Kol moved to go around her. He glared when she blocked his path again.
"You can't just go," she frowned, "we just got you back."
"And unlike you I know when to disembark a sinking ship," he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "I need to be away for a while. I want to live on my own without the threat of a dagger hanging over my head."
Kol's eyes flickered from his sister to a slim brunette when she stepped into the courtyard. His eyes narrowed and ran over her slim frame.
"I would have knocked," she swallowed nervously, "but the gates were open."
"Its fine," Rebekah grumbled. "Maybe you can help me talk some sense into my idiot brother."
"I'm assuming that's the idiot brother I don't know," Elena smiled up at him.
"You must be the latest doppelganger," Kol inclined his head, "the one with the nerve to make a deal with Nik."
"That's me," she nodded. "I'm Elena."
"Kol Mikaelson," he lifted her hand to his lips.
"Do behave yourself Kol," Klaus called from the top of the stairs. "Elena has a tumultuous enough love life as it is; she doesn't need you thrown in the mix."
"Not my intention," Kol released her hand. "I'm just on my way out. Perhaps I'll see you again Elena."
"She has been keeping her word," Klaus smirked while crossing the courtyard.
"I told you I would," she smiled tightly, "once every six months."
Kol watched Elena follow his hybrid brother into the library. He had been shocked when he woke and learned Klaus had broken his curse; he had been even more surprised to learn the doppelganger had somehow survived and was necessary for the creation of hybrids.
"Don't go," Rebekah caught his arm when he reached the door, "please."
"You didn't fight this hard to keep Elijah from leaving the house," Kol pulled his arm free.
"Elijah will be back in a few days," Rebekah rolled her eyes. "You have a tendency to vanish for decades at a time."
"Rebekah I need some time," he insisted when they stepped out into the street. He huffed when she blocked his car with her body; he could have just run her over and gone on his way, but there was a rather large crowd in the street. "How about a deal? Will that get you out of my way?"
"Depends on the deal," Rebekah arched an eyebrow.
"How about the one…" he waved his finger, "… Elena has with Nik? I'll come back in six months."
"If you don't," Rebekah leveled him with a threatening stare, "I'm going to get a witch to track you down."
"I'll see you in December, Rebekah," he turned over the ignition.
He was halfway through Texas before he stopped to think about where he was going.
Dreams really sucked.
That was all she could think when she fell asleep in her bed surrounded by flowers and woke in her aunt's garden.
The moon illuminated the layer of snow that blanketed the herbs. Winter was in full swing.
She didn't know what it meant when she didn't start out in the bedroom; it had been a hundred years, nearly, since she had skipped straight to the subconscious.
Was he awake? Were her visions wrong? Was he finally dead?
She jumped to her feet before she could lose herself to the dark thoughts. Her bare feet skimmed the ground as she followed her ears towards the chaos in the fields.
She reached out with her hands and trailed her fingers over the rough bark of a tree and the frosted grass that reached her waist. Glancing over her shoulder she gasped when she saw the grass and flowers springing up under the footprints she had left in the snow.
She turned away from the early signs of spring and slowly entered the field. She found signs that the flowers had been trampled under heavy hooves and caught a glimpse of a large animal on the edges of the field before the sun rose and the scene disappeared in a vision of white.
Not long now... it might feel long, but not long now.