Bring Me To Life Chapter 4: Sinners and Saints, an originals fanfic

A/N: All sections written in italics are flashbacks.

Bring Me To Life

Sinners and Saints:

Elijah Mikaelson was said to be the oldest vampire in the history of the world but standing in the middle of the rickety old church attic with a teenage witch staring at him with a small knowing smile on her face made him feel like a newly changed fledgling and he swallowed roughly as he focused on the witch's pulsing carotid artery. He was having a hard time resisting the urge to let his bloodlust overtake him and sink his fangs into her throat until she was bled dry but he tried his hardest to ignore the parched feeling in his throat.

This happened to him every time that he woke up from being daggered by his younger brother Niklaus but he was at heart a gentleman and he would rather die a real death by a white oak stake then feed from a child.

"You're the one they call honourable." Davina stated more than asked him as she tilted her head to the side and studied his face that appeared to be in his late 20's with his high cheekbones, strong jawline, and straight nose that set off his hazel brown eyes. His skin was still slightly grey from his desiccated state and his designer suit was wrinkled from lying still in a coffin from months on end.

"Yes, that's what they call me." Elijah admitted with a small modest smile as he looked her right in the eye so that she knew he wasn't going to patronise her and straightened his suit jackets cufflink without taking his eyes off her. He slowly walked to the side of the room as he maintained eye contact and dragged a chair into the middle of the room before gracefully sitting down. "And yet, I followed my brother here to New Orleans to engage in a war. So, I ask you: does that sound honourable to you?"

"You don't look well." The young witch told him matter-of-factly as she smirked at him knowingly with a mischievous glint in her bluish eyes and Elijah was instantly reminded of the scratching dehydrated sensation in his throat from lack of blood over the last few months.

"Well, only this morning I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest, so I'd say I'm holding myself together quite well." He quipped with a slight smile on his lips as he tilted his head to the side and she nodded in agreement with a small smile as the Original leaned forward in his seat. "Davina, I believe that you and I have the power to end a war between witches and vampires before it truly begins. I, by keeping my brother in line; you, by behaving like your true self—not some tool for Marcel or the witches."

"And why should I trust you?" she asked him pointedly as she quirked an eyebrow at him in question and he tilted his to one side in consideration as he glanced around the room quickly before refocusing on her.

"Well, for one thing, in spite of a ravenous hunger, I have not tried to take your blood."

"Why not? I'm the only one here."

"Even in my present condition, I would not feed from a child." Elijah told her resolutely with a steely glint in his brown eyes as he straightened the lapel of his rumbled suit jacket and Davina narrowed her eyes at him in deliberation as she pursed her lips together in a tight line.

The young witch slowly strolled over to the desk at the side of the room without taking her bluish eyes off of the Original in the middle of the room and reached out to pick up a hat pin from the table top with one hand. She noticed that Elijah was watching her every move carefully as she walked back over to stand in front of him and carefully pricked her finger with the pin so that a tiny drop of blood collected on the end.

The veins surrounding his eyes darkened with bloodlust as they became more prominent and he swallowed harshly against his basic instincts as he glanced down at the blood. Elijah stared at the scarlet reed liquid greedily as he struggled to keep his bloodlust from completely overtaking him and his veins were rubbed together like sandpaper as the scent of fresh blood overwhelmed his superior vampire senses.

A single drop of blood clung to the end of the metal needle as Davina carefully lowered it down to the vampire's lip and Elijah looked up into her bluish eyes as the blood landed on his tongue. The taste of the blood was euphoric as it spread throughout his entire body and he blinked once in surprise as his complexion returned back to his normal skin tone.

"AB negative. My sister says it's the rarest blood type in the world." Davina informed him proudly with a small smile as her eyes lit up at the mention of her sister and Elijah returned her smile of understanding as she turned on her heel to head over to her easel at the side of the attic.

The Original stood up from his seat in the middle of the room as the young witch picked up a piece of charcoal and began sketching as he strolled over to the window before brushing aside the curtain to glance at the busy French Quarter street below.

Davina tried to ignore his presence for the moment as she neatly drew an outline of the vampire on the sketch paper in front of her and Elijah smiled at street below longingly before he let the curtain fall back into place as he glanced at the desk next to the window.

"Do you play?" he asked her curiously as he gently picked up a broken violin from the desk and began walking back over to the seat in the middle of the attic.

"That's... not mine." The young witch answered hesitantly as she looked over at him to see what he was talking about and sadness leaked into her voice as she stared at Tim's violin in his nimble hands. Elijah sat back down on the wooden chair as he hummed in acknowledgement to her comment and began tinkering with the wires of the violin carefully.

Loud footsteps echoed from outside the attic door and Elijah's head shot up in surprise as he froze in his movements before glancing over at Davina to see her looking at the door in shock.

Marcel entered the attic bedroom with a wide grin on his handsome face as his dark brown gaze instantly landed on the petite brunette standing near her easel and she smiled at him brightly as he approached her.

"Good news, Little D. I'm moving you out this pile of dust." The dark skinned vampire informed her as he stopped next to her and she spun her head around to look at him with wide bluish eyes as she hand froze.

"Are you serious? When?" she asked him excitedly as she bounced her feet a little with a wide grin and she turned her whole body to face him as she tilted her head to the side curiously.

" Tonight. I just need to lock in the arrangements. How's our Original?" he asked her as he walked a few steps closer to the coffin that Elijah's body was stored in and Davina felt her eyes widen with panic as she stepped forward because she didn't want Marcel to know that the Original wasn't in there.

"Uh, don't disturb the body! I have a spell in progress." She lied to him with an easy fake smile on her pretty lips and she buried the swell of guilt she felt at lying to him as she told herself it was for a good cause.

"Bet you do. Pack up, 'kay? Only what you wanna take. I'll buy ya anything else you need." Marcel told her warmly as he walked back over to stand in front of her with a smile and Davina nodded rapidly as she giggled enthusiastically until a thought occurred to her. She stopped bouncing on her feet as she frowned slightly at him and he gave her a questioning look as she bit her lower lip nervously.

"Um, I just got Imogen back. Am I still going to be able to see her?"

"You know Imogen. Girl won't go away without a fight." He reminded her teasingly as he smiled fondly at the mere mention of the older brunette witch and Davina's contagious smile returned as she nodded her head again at him. Marcel grinned at her brightly with such love in his dark brown eyes that Davina felt another wave of guilt at lying to him but she needed to know more and she was sure that Imogen would have agreed with her.

A few moments after Marcel had exited the attic door Elijah appeared from behind the closet in the corner of the room and looked at the young witch curiously as he walked back over to the chair in the middle of the attic.

"You didn't reveal that I was awake." Elijah stated the obvious as he tilted his head to the side inquisitively and Davina lifted her chin up a little in defiance as she placed a piece of charcoal down on the side of the easel.

"We're not done talking yet." The witch said nonchalantly as she walked over to the small alcove below the window and sat down gracefully as she looked at him with a carefully constructed expressionless mask.

"You and Marcel seem very close." He commented as he gently picked the broken violin up from the desk where he had placed it and then sat down on the seat in the middle of the attic as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"Marcel's my family." She told him adamantly as she twisted her head around to look out the small crack in the curtain where the small sliver of sunlight was coming into the room and she sighed softly as she placed her fingers in the warm light.

"And yet Marcel is someone who delights in harming the witches. Those people, I would think, you would consider family. This doesn't trouble you?" he asked her softly in concern as he frowned at her with genuine confusion in his melodic voice and Davina turned her head to look at him as she narrowed her bluish eyes dangerously.

"No. They deserve it."

"Why would you say that?"

"'Cause they're liars. All of them." Davina hissed angrily as she clenched her hands into fists at her side and Elijah frowned at her in confusion as he tilted his head to the side curiously. "Growing up my parents were always strict was me and my older sister, Imogen. It was worse for her because she always tried to keep their attention away from me and she was always the rebellious one. When Imogen turned 21, she and her best friend went on a road trip to experience life away from the coven."

Imogen Claire couldn't help but laugh out loud in delight as she watched her best friend Sophie Deveraux climb onto a bar stool drunkenly in her high heels with an empty bottle of tequila in her hands and clapped her hands together as quickly pushed her way through the crowded bar to stand next to the bar counter where Sophie was standing.

"This is how we party in Rio!" Sophie shouted loudly over the music as she lifted the hand holding the bottle of tequila into the air and everyone in the bar cheered wildly as she started drinking straight form the bottle.

"Woo! Drink up everybody!" Imogen cried out as she held out her hand to help the other brunette off of the bar counter and Sophie laughing loudly as she shook her head as though to say that she wasn't coming down. "Come on, I want to dance."

Sophie giggled uncontrollably as she sat down on the edge of the bar counter and swung her legs happily as she held the alcohol above her friend's head with a grin on her lips. Imogen laughed cheerfully as she opened her mouth wide while tilting her head back and Sophie snickered giddily as she poured the liquid into the other brunette's awaiting mouth. As Imogen swallowed the burning tequila in one gulp, Sophie leaned down to press her lips against hers and roughly cupped her cheek in her hand as she wound her hand in her friend's long brunette hair.

Imogen gasped slightly in surprise as Sophie's lips melded against hers but she quickly responded to the kiss as she was pulled closer to the counter by her hair and she swiped her tongue across her best friend's soft lips as she silently asked for entrance. The other girl opened her mouth sightly to allow their tongues to meld together in a fight for dominance as Imogen placed her hand on Sophie's upper thigh where it sat on the bar counter and Sophie moaned when she dug her nails gently into her skin.

The crowd around them cheered loudly as they pulled away from each other with matching grins and started giggling hysterically as they looked around at the leering audience surrounding them. Imogen snatched the bottle of tequila out of her friend's hand with a wink in her direction and Sophie laughed at her as she flounced into the middle of the dance floor with men trailing after her with love-struck expressions.

"While she was away and couldn't do anything to stop them, my mother enrolled me in the Harvest. They made me and my friends do this Harvest ritual. They said our participation would bring our family strength, health... that we'd forever be celebrated as saviours of the community. But all they really wanted was more power. So, I left before they could get it." Davina explained to him with a hard glint in her bluish eyes as pressed her lips in a tight line and took a deep breath to calm her scattered nerves before narrowing her eyes at him. "Now, they're running out of time, because after the Harvest, comes the Reaping. And if they don't complete the Harvest, there won't be a Reaping. Soon, all the witches in the Quarter will start to lose their power. Eventually, they will cease to be witches altogether."

"So what does it take to complete this ritual?"

"I have to die."

Elijah couldn't help the shocked expression from crossing his face as he stared at her in horror because the story the young witch was telling him wasn't anything like the one he had been led to believe and he was stunned by the revelation she had inadvertently dropped on him. He cleared his thought slightly as he looked down at the violin in his hands so that he didn't have to look into the innocent bluish eyes of Davina and he heard her stand up from her seat as he fiddled with the strings of the instrument.

"So, enlighten me. What did you mean when you said you had to die?" he asked her in a soft voice as he looked up at her and she glanced over her shoulder at him with a slight smile as she got her suitcase from the closet near the side of the room.

"That was what the Harvest was. They said they'd put us four girls in a state of, like, peaceful limbo as part of the offering. And then later, at the Reaping, we'd awaken and be reborn. I never got as far as the limbo part, which means the Harvest isn't complete. That's why the witches are so freaked out. The Reaping is just around the corner, and if they don't finish it before then, it's over. All I have to do is wait it out." Davina informed him as she walked over to the bed with the suitcase in her hands and placed it down on the top of the bed as she unzipped the lid easily.

"And then what?" he asked her politely as she moved over to the closet to grab a handful of shirts on coat hangers and stopped in the middle of the room to quirked an eyebrow at him with a small smirk on her lips.

"They're punished, and I'm free." She said to him with a malicious glint in her eyes that made him internally cringe at how much it reminded him of his late younger brother Kol and he nodded once as she walked her back over to her suitcase.

"From Marcel?"

"Of magic. All our power will drain away. I'll be normal." The witch admitted in a small voice as though she was speaking to herself rather than him and she looked over at him with a small smile as tears started to build in her bluish eyes.

"Is that what you want? To be normal?" Elijah asked her sympathetically as he tilted his head to the side in pity and he could see her blinking back tears as she turned away from him so that he didn't see her apparent weakness.

"I just don't wanna be what I am. I can't control it sometimes. Magic. I... hurt people. Even when I don't mean to." She confessed to him as she felt hot tears fill her eyes and she cleared her throat as she zipped up her suitcase with her shaky hand now that it was full of the clothes she wanted to take with her to her new location.

Elijah looked at the young girl in front of him as he tilted his head back and for the first time since he woke up in the old attic he took a real look at the teenage girl beneath the powerful witch surface because he could see her about to break under all the pressure that had been cast upon her. Something inside him was telling him that he needed to take her mind off

"Why don't you tell me about your friends. You must miss them."

"There's Tim. He doesn't know about any of this witch stuff. He's normal." Davina told him with a wistful smile on her lips as she sunk down onto the edge of the bed next to her suitcase and she risked a quick glance at the violin in his hand before looking back into his intense brown eyes. thinking about the one person in the world that she cared about losing during the Harvest made her eyes water as she swallowed roughly and cleared her throat delicately as she lifted her head boldly. "My best friend, Monique. She was a part of the Harvest too. She's lucky. We're the only ones who had someone to speak out for them. The only people who ever spoke out against the Harvest were my sister and Monique's aunt."

"And who is that?" Elijah asked her as his forehead furrowed in confusion and leaned forward in the seat as he listened intently to her answer in case there was a chance at making a new ally out of one of the witches.

"Sophie Deveraux." The young witch admitted with a sigh as she glanced down at the ground in hilt because she knew that it was because of her that Imogen was no longer speaking to her best friend and she knew that it was hurting her sister even if she didn't admit it to anyone. "No one but Sophie and Imogen ever questioned the Harvest. Not even my own mother. So neither did I. We thought it was such an honour, we had such faith. We were so stupid."

"So how did it begin?" he asked as he pushed aside the shock of finding out the truth about Sophie because she had been the one to track him down and link herself to Hayley in an effort to control him and his family for their own benefit.

"We were led out like princesses. My mother was so proud. Bastiana, one of the Elders, called upon the four elements to bind our past and future magic together. Earth, to connect us to our ancestors. Water, to heal the community. Wind, to carry us to our ancestors and back. Fire, to purify. After all our preparation, we knew exactly what to expect. For weeks they told us that the magic in the knife they used to cut our palms would put us to sleep, and that later at the Reaping, we would all be resurrected. They said we'd awaken, and all be together and more powerful than ever. And it was just like we rehearsed it. All that was left was a little cut on our palms for the blood sacrifice. Even after Sophie and Imogen tried to stop it, we didn't suspect anything."

The stars were shining bright overhead as four beautiful teenage girls wearing long white flowing white dresses were lead into Lafayette Cemetery by the New Orleans witch coven elders and they approached the group of other coven members that were standing in a loose semi-circle around four birdbaths with a clear liquid.

The four girls stood proudly in front of their coven as an aging witch with red hair made her way up to the centre of the semi-circle and the air surrounding the assembled mass of witches crackled with energy as she used magic to light the clear liquid on flames.

"Our magic fades as our ties to our ancestors weaken over time. We beseech them, accept this offering as a sign of our faith." The aging witch pronounced in a steady voice as her gaze swept over the people in front of her and she inclined her head upwards as everyone stared at her in reverence.

Slowly the four young witches standing in the middle of the crowd of people knelt down onto their knees as the flames grew higher and the red haired elder stepped forward to tap each girl gently on the forehead as she offered them each a nod of approval. When she reached the girl at the end of the row she gestured for the girl to stand up and the beautiful blonde smiled nervously as she rose to her feet.

"No!" a young female voice called out pleadingly from behind the group of gathered witches and everyone turned to see a pair of brunette women in their early twenties running towards the semi-circle as fast as they could. "Stop! Bastiana, stop!"

"You have to stop, Bastiana, please don't do this!" the other brunette woman begged desperately as they approached the edges of the circle and began pushing their way to the front of the group but were quickly restrained by two male members of the coven before they could intervene with the ritual taking place.

Imogen screamed uselessly against the hand that was covering her mouth as she struggled to get out of the male warlocks grasp but he just held her tighter and tears streamed unabashed down her cheeks as she stared at her little sister helplessly.

"To be born, you must sacrifice. Do you have faith?" Bastiana asked the young blonde girl as though there had been no interruption and the girl looked nervously over at her mother before turning back to the elder. The blonde nodded her head in response as she obediently held out her hand for the blood sacrifice like she had been told to in practice the day before and Bastiana grasped a large knife in her hand before slitting the girls throat in one swift motion.

"Everyone involved in the ritual knew that this would happen." The Original spat out like the words had left a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth as he tried to ignore the outrage to felt on the girl's behalf and leaned back on his chair as his hand automatically tightened on the instrument in his hand.

"Except the four of us. They weren't putting us to sleep, they were slaughtering us! I begged for someone to help. My own mother turned away from me. Sophie screamed and screamed for her sister, anyone, to do something. Imogen tried to get to me. I can remember her screaming at top of her lungs and being held back by one of the coven members. They screamed for someone to do something." She told him in a harsh voice with narrowed her eyes angrily at the memory as she gazed distantly past his shoulder and he frowned at her in sympathy as she snapped back to reality by looking him in the eye once more. "But no one did."

Time seemed to stop as everyone watched the body fall to the ground before the three remaining girls' began screaming in terror as they backed away from the knife wielding elder and three male warlocks quickly restrained them so they couldn't escape the fate that awaited them.

Sophie cried silently as she tried to break free of the strong arms pinning her down and she watched powerlessly as the next young witch was pushed forward by the man holding her. Bastiana slashed the girl's throat with an emotionless expression despite her sobs of protest and the dead corpse fell to the ground in a heap.

"No, no!" Davina shouted loudly in objection as tears poured down her cheeks unapologetically and she glanced over at her mother at the front of the group but saw that she was just staring straight ahead. The young witch frowned in slightly confusion as to why her own mother wasn't trying to help her and then looked over at her older sister who was sobbing as she tried uselessly to get out of the arms of the warlock restraining her.

"Monique Deveraux." Bastiana announced blankly as she held out her hand for the next girl and Sophie screamed loudly against the hand holding her as her niece was forced forward to be the next sacrificed. She slammed her elbow backwards into the warlock's stomach as she stomped on his foot and he let out a loud grunt of pain as stumbled back in surprise at the sudden assault. His hand fell from her mouth as she rushed forward out of his grasp before he could grab her again and she looked over at Jane-Anne with a frown as she ran towards her niece.

"What is wrong with you!?" Sophie shouted at her sister when she saw that she was doing nothing to stop the upcoming sacrifice and Jane-Anne looked worried at what was about to come but didn't move a muscle to help.

"Monique, run away! Run away!" Davina yelled at her best friend as she struggled against the man holding her and Monique whimpered in fright as she stared at Bastiana with wide eyes.

"And yet you survived. Therefore, someone or something intervened." Elijah stated carefully as he narrowed his eyes at the young witch in front of him and fiddled with the violin in his hand as he tried to keep himself separated from the situation.

"Yes. Someone finally did." Davina agreed as she gave a firm nod of her head with a tiny smile on her lips and Elijah pressed his lips into a tight line as he tilted his head to the side with outrage still shining in his brown eyes. "The vampire's interrupted the ritual. It was so loud. Everyone was screaming and all I could think about was getting to safety. Getting to Imogen. Every girl who died released her power on to the next. When I was the last one, I suddenly had all of it, all the power that was supposed to be released back into the earth to appease our ancestors."

All the witches froze in shock as a shrill whistle echoed without the cemetery and they all turned to the back of the semi-circle to see a group of vampire's dropping down from the tops of mausoleums. A murmur of terror spread through the gathered witches as the vampire's infiltrated the old cemetery and Sophie gasped out loud at the sight of a dark skinned vampire leading the charge.

"Marcel." Sophie uttered to herself as she stared at the self-proclaimed king of New Orleans and watched in awe as the vampire began viciously killing the witches.

Imogen felt the swell of magic in her stomach as an electric current washed over her skin and she used the expanding magical energy to propel the man holding her backwards so that his grasp on her broke. As soon as she was free of his touch she rushed forward set on getting Davina away from both the witches and the vampires so that she wouldn't be in danger and paused when she saw a vampire standing behind Bastiana with his fangs lodged in her throat.

The vampire dropped the elders corpse onto the ground with a smirk on his lips and the mystical knife she had been holding fell down next to her as he rushed off help the other vampire's kill the remaining witches of the coven. Agnes rushed up the steps of the podium in a hurry as she crouched down to pick up the knife at her old friends side and stood back up straight as she grabbed Monique's arm before slashing her throat.

"No, Monique! No! Let go of me!" Davina screamed hysterically as the blood spurted everywhere and she stared down at her best friend's corpse as she felt the hands holding her tighten around her. "Stop it! Stop it! Let go of me! Stop it!"

Davina screamed in frustration as she struggled against the man restraining her and she flung her head backwards so that it collided with the man's nose. He groaned in pain as he let go of her and she used his distraction to run off of the podium as fast as she could before he recovered enough to grab her again.

Imogen looked up to see her little sister running towards her with tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably and her heart broke into a million pieces as she rushed forward to meet Davina in the middle.

"I got you. I got you, babe." Imogen promised in a whisper as she wrapped her arms tightly around the younger girls shoulders and Davina buried her head into her sister's shoulder as she cried with reckless abandoned for the loss of her friends. "No one's going to hurt you. I promise, Pixie. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Imogen." A familiar voice warned her emotionlessly from in front of the duo and they both look to see a middle aged woman with greying brunette hair glaring at them from a few feet away. Imogen glowered at the woman as she blindly pushed Davina behind her protectively and tried to block the younger girl's view of the woman.

"This is one promise I intend to keep, mother."

"You should have stayed away. Davina is better off without you in her life." Victoria Claire spat at her eldest daughter venomously as she took a step closer and Davina gripped her sister's arm as she stared in horror at her mother because she couldn't believe that the woman who gave life to them was saying such horrible things.

"What little life you have planned for her!" Imogen shouted angrily as she dragged the younger girl back a step as their mother advanced and Victoria held her hand out in front of her body with a smirk on her lips as she felt her magical energy swelling in the pit of her stomach.

Imogen screamed out in pain as her entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire and her muscles tensed as her legs gave out before she fell to her knees on the ground. Her blood was boiling as she cringed against the feeling of someone slamming a needle repeatedly into her skull and she whimpered as she struggled to open her eyes to glare at the woman she called mother. "Davina, run!"

"No! No, no. Please, Imogen." Davina begged her sister with fresh tears running down her cheeks as she gaped at her sister's sprawled figure and dropped down on to her knees next to her as she ran a hand through her brunette hair.

"Run, Davina! Run!" the older girl ordered sternly as she gritted her teeth in agony and Davina glanced up at their mother who was looking down at Imogen with emotionless eyes before standing up on her trembling legs with a determined expression.

Imogen clenched her teeth together as she pushed herself up onto her feet slowly under the pressure of her mother's magic and glared through narrowed bluish eyes at her mother as she used her remaining strength to inflate the magic that was waiting for her to utilize. Her legs wobbled slightly when she took a step closer to her woman harming her and smirked at the surprised expression on the older woman's face as she raised her hand out in front of her body.

Victoria's face contorted in pain as she was bombarded with a wave of intense agony and she struggled to keep a hold of her magic as her knees buckled underneath her. She involuntarily hissed as she fell to her knees on the ground and any control over her magic was loss as her chest tightened with the loss of oxygen.

Imogen's pulled her hand into a fist as she planted the mental image of her mother choking on air in her mind and she blinked back tears as she stared into Victoria's impassive eyes.

"What's happening?" Davina whispered in shock as she watched with wide eyes and her mother's face began to turn a shade of blue as she struggled to breath.

"I always keep my promises. No one will hurt Davina." Imogen said firmly to her mother as she glared heatedly at the woman who had made her life a living hell for the 22 years in had been alive and she abruptly turned her fist to the left as Victoria's neck snapped in the same direction with an audible crack.

The two sisters stared at the corpse of their mother in front of them as Victoria's lifeless eyes gazed back at them and Davina whimpered slightly as she grasped Imogen's hand in hers for comfort. "We have to go, Pixie. Come on."

Imogen squeezed the younger girls hand once reassuringly as she began leading her away from the still fighting witches and vampire's with the sole purpose of getting Davina to safety.

Marcel watched the young brunette witches that looked so similar that they must have been sisters with a thoughtful expression as they started running away from the massacre taking place and he couldn't help but be impressed with the fire that they both possessed. The older of the girls practically dragged the other girl by the hand as they dodged around the vampire's attacking various witches without batting an eyelash and he shook his head in wonder with a small smile on his handsome face. He saw a blonde warlock step into the girls' path as they jerked to a stop and a growl escaped Marcel as a protective ache spread through his chest.

"Going somewhere, sweet pea?" a familiar male voice asked tauntingly from in front of the two sisters as they came to a stop and Imogen visibly flinched at the sound of his voice as she glanced up at the handsome blonde haired man in his late twenties when he blocked their path with a smirk.

"Johnathan…" Imogen murmured in distaste as she pushed Davina behind her protectively and glared at her ex-boyfriend with hatred shining in her bluish eyes as he took a step closer to the pair.

"You know you're no match for me, Imogen. Just hand over the girl and be on your way." Johnathon ordered sternly as he held out his hand as though she was just going to comply with his wishes and narrowed his green eyes at her as she shook her head at the request.

"Over my dead body." she hissed at him menacingly as she tightened her hold on her sister wrist as though to reassure herself that she was really there and he smiled back at her with a sinister look in his eyes as he stepped closer to her.

"That could be arranged."

Before he could make a move against her in any way, a fast moving blur grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him backwards as they lodged their teeth into his throat. Jonathon screamed out in horror as he closed his eyes in pain and Imogen stared at him with a shocked expression as a sick sense of relief filled her stomach now that he wouldn't be around to hurt her anymore or anyone else in the future.

Marcel carelessly threw the body of the warlock to the ground once all the blood was gone as he wiped his mouth with one hand and glowered at the corpse at his feet for a second before risking a glance up at the sisters almost nervously.

The dark skinned vampire standing over Johnathon's deceased body looked up with a small frown playing at the edges of his blood smeared lips and Imogen immediately recognised him as the vampire king Marcel who Sophie had been fooling around with the last few months.

"Thank you." Imogen said to him sincerely as she pulled Davina closer to her side protectively and Marcel looked up in surprise at her words as she stared at him with such honestly in her eyes that he had to believe her. He nodded at her once as he glanced down at the body at his feet in disgust and Davina gasped in shock when a loud scream echoed through the cemetery. The younger witch immediately stepped closer to the vampire because she had the feeling that he was more trustworthy than the witches at the moment and Imogen gently held her hand as she looked around the cemetery for any threats.

"I got you." Marcel assured them both softly as he wrapped an arm around the younger brunette's waist and she gripped onto his jacket tightly as she cried silently while her sister squeezed her hand lovingly.

Sophie sobbed recklessly as she held her nieces body on her lap and rocked back and forth on her knees as she soothed Monique's black hair back from her face. A golden light began glowing from her teenager's hand as Sophie looked up in surprise at the sudden brightness and she frowned in confusion as the light seemed to travel down her arm to her hand.

The light leaked out of Monique's skin as Davina held out her hand on the other side of the cemetery and the light seemed to dance across the space in between them before going into the brunette's outstretched hand while Sophie, Marcel and Imogen stared in amazement.

"Oh, my god." Imogen whispered in realisation as she covered her mouth with one hand and glanced over at her best friend's shocked expression before pursing her lips determinedly. Sophie would do everything in her power to complete the ritual now that she had some form of proof so that Monique could be resurrected and Imogen wasn't going to just hand Davina over to be slaughter as part of some stupid ritual. She turned to the dark skinned vampire next to her as she pulled Davina tighter against her side and Marcel looked down at her with a frown on his handsome as Imogen gripped his hand in hers. "Take her."

"What?" Davina asked in shock as she turned to face her sister with wide eyes and Imogen glanced at her quickly before turning back to Marcel with a pleading look on her face.

"You need to keep her safe from the witches. If they kill her as part of the Harvest they'll have more power and I know that you don't want that. Protect Davina."

Marcel stared at the gorgeous brunette standing in front of him with pleading bluish eyes as she held his hand in both of hers and he felt a fluttering in his chest as he looked over at the younger girl tenderly before he nodded in agreement.

"I'll protect her." He promised them both softly as he looked back over at Imogen with intense dark brown eyes and Imogen blinked back tears as she nodded at him before turning to her younger sister. Marcel stepped back a little to give them a sort of privacy but stayed close enough that he could grab them easily if he needed to get them out of danger.

"Imogen…" Davina whispered helplessly as her lower lip trembled slightly and she blinked back more tears threatened to fall as she wrapped her arms around her sister's waist.

"I love you, Pixie." Imogen uttered into her sister brunette hair as she embraced the younger girl warmly and she sighed heavily as she pulled back while pressing a kiss to Davina's temple.

"We gotta go." Marcel interrupted the pair regretfully as he stepped forward and Imogen offered him a small smile as she gave her sister a gentle push in his direction. Davina looked at her sister longingly as she allowed the handsome vampire to wrap his arms around her and Imogen gave her a reassuring smile as she blinked back tears.

"So... the Harvest was actually working?" he asked her curiously with a frown playing on his lips as he leaned back in his seat and Davina quirked an eyebrow at him as she clasped her hands in front of her to stop them from lashing out at the frightening memory.

"Something was working. And I knew that I was supposed to be killed so the Harvest could be completed and we would all be resurrected. But, they lied to us about how they were killing us. How do I know they weren't lying to us about coming back?" she asked him rhetorically as she gazed off into the distance for a moment before turning her back to him with a small smile on her lips and she swallowed back the bile in her throat as she blinked away the fresh tears in her bluish eyes. "But mostly, I just didn't want to die. So, I let him save me. Marcel saved my life."

Davina held his gaze almost defiantly as she drew tiny circles on her thigh to distract herself from the guilt she still felt in her stomach at lying to Marcel and made herself look away from his powerful brown eyes that were studying her with such compassion. She didn't want anyone's pity over her situation because no matter what happened to her in the past or in the future Davina had been learned how to be strong and resilient.

"You may return this now to its rightful owner. It's restored." Elijah told her as he held up the newly restored violin in his hands and Davina gracefully stood up from the end of the bed as she frowned sadly at the instrument in his hand.

"I don't even know if I'll see him again." The young witch murmured woefully as she carefully took the wooden violin from his hands and sighed unhappily as she thought of the last time she had seen the owner of the instrument.

Davina felt a spark of electricity in her stomach as she shuddered under the intense shock that flooded her body and suddenly the whole room began shaking slightly as though there was an earthquake taking place. Both of the people occupying the room looked around wildly with worried expressions as the closed suitcase shook straight off the bed and Davina whimpered slightly in anxiety as she closed her eyes tightly while trying to push back the magical energy that was overflowing throughout her body. The window shutters burst open abruptly as the shaking stopped and Davina sighed in relief as her shoulder slumped under the pressure she was carrying on her shoulders.

Elijah's shocked expression turned to one of compassion as he looked over at the teenage witch across the room and saw the terrified look on her pretty face as she exhaled loudly in relief.

"Davina, this power that you contain, drawn from your fallen friends—it's too much for you. You need control, which requires study and practice. Now, my mother was a very powerful witch. She left behind her grimoires, a legacy of books filled with spells. These books contain all of the tools that you might need to control your magic. If you free me from here, I can share them with you. However, if you leave now with Marcel, we'll never see each other again, and I cannot find you, and I can't help you." He told her genuinely as he took a few steps closer to her with a sincere pleading in his brown eyes and Davina turned her head to look at him in shock as she blinked at him in surprise because even Marcel didn't tried to help her learn how to control her powers.

"The witches manipulated me. You know how that ended." She said to him quietly with an unmistakable warning in her voice as she stared at him with an almost desperate look in her bluish eyes and he shook his head slightly as he held up a hand in surrender.

"This is not manipulation. This is one thing in exchange for another. I'm offering you a deal."

Imogen was stood outside St Ann's church in the bright sun shine as she waited impatiently for Marcel to meet her because he had called an hour earlier to ask her to show up at the church so that they could relocate Davina to a new safe house. She glanced at the watch on her right wrist as she sighed to herself and leaned against the brick wall of the church as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Come on, pretty girl. We gotta go." Marcel announced suddenly from in front of her as she jumped in surprise at his abrupt entrance and nodded at him as he grabbed her hand before pulling her into the empty church. He quickly lead her down the middle of the aisle as she struggled to keep up with his brisk pace but didn't say anything because she knew that time was of the essence and she didn't want to be the reason Davina wasn't safe.

Marcel tightened his hold on Imogen's hand as he lead her up the narrow staircase that lead to the attic of the church and said a silently pray that they weren't too late to move the younger witch to a save house. He pushed open the door to the attic with a smile so that he wouldn't alarm Davina but inside he was a worried mess and he didn't want her to get overwhelmed if she thought that he or Imogen were in danger from the Originals because he knew that her magic was slightly unbalanced from the extra Harvest energy.

"Imogen, Marcel." Davina greeted them excitedly as she zipped up the suitcase on her bed with a smile and Imogen grinned back at her as she walked over to give her younger sister a tight hug in greeting since she hadn't been able to in the last eight months.

"Okay, now's our shot. You ready to blow this joint?" Marcel asked her as he grinned warmly at the two brunettes' in front of him and Davina nodded rapidly in answer as Imogen allowed her to move out of the embrace.

"Can't wait." She replied with a smile as she slipped her arm through Imogen's familiarly and Marcel chuckled at her as he walked across the room to grab her suitcase from the bed.

"We'll leave Elijah behind as a parting gift. Might buy me a little forgiveness for pulling one over on his siblings." He said to himself with a slight frown as he glanced over at the coffin on the other side of the room before heading for the door to the attic and Imogen squeezed her sister's arm reassuringly as they followed the dark skinned vampire.

Davina paused in the doorway of the attic as she turned back to face the room that she had been living in for the last eight months and looked around at the small safe haven that had kept her hidden from the witches.

"Come on, Pixie." Imogen murmured quietly as she kissed the younger girl's temple lovingly and Davina smiled softly at the familiar gesture from her sister as she nodded her head once in agreement.

The two sisters met up with Marcel at the bottom of the staircase as he looked up at them with a small smile playing on his lips and they smiled back at him as he gestured with his hand for them to go in front of him. Imogen tightened her hold on the younger girl's hand as she ushered her forward behind the dark skinned vampire and Davina bit her lip nervously as she glanced up at her sister's beautiful face indecisively for a moment before coming to a verdict.

Davina came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the aisle as she plastered a frown on to face and Imogen was pulled to a stop next to her with an anxious expression as she placed a hand on the younger girls shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Marcel asked her in a worried voice as he walked up behind them with a frown etched onto his handsome face and Imogen looked over at him with a confused frown as she shook her head in answer to his question.

"What's happening?" Imogen asked her sister softly as she brushed the younger girl's brunette hair out of her eyes just as the whole church began to shake slightly and they all looked around the room wildly with matching panicked expressions.

"I don't know. Something's wrong." Davina answered her quietly in a whisper as she shook her head slowly and she let out a small gasp as her body tensed under her sister's hold. Marcel ran to her other side as she whimpered slightly and her hands began to tremble as she held them up in front of her with a frightened look on her face. "Marcel. There's something dangerous out there. Take me back!"

"Davina!" Imogen cried out in panic as the younger girl's bluish eyes rolled back into her head and was about to collapse onto the church floor but Marcel quickly caught her in his arms.

"Damn it." The vampire growled under his breath as he picked Davina up in his muscular arms before walking towards the stairs and Imogen quickly trailed after them so that she could be with her younger sister when she needed her.

Marcel gently laid the young witch down on her bed in the attic as she shifted in her sleep and he smiled fondly at her innocent expression as he brushed a strand of brunette hair out of her face. Her eyes flickered like she was dreaming as he tucked the blankets under her shoulders and slowly backed away from the side of the bed as she rolled over onto her side with a soft murmur.

"You're good with her." Imogen whispered from behind him as he stood up straight and he turned around to see her leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest as she smiled at the sleeping girl on the bed.

"She's too much like her sister. Stubborn." He told her teasingly as he walked towards her with a small smile on his handsome face and she smiled at him sarcastically as she pushed herself off of the doorframe.

"I'm going to stay here, if that's okay."

"Sure. Just be careful. I'll have a guy outside the church as a precaution." Marcel said to her softly as he stopped next to her with a knowing smile playing on his lips and she quirked an eyebrow at the smug look in his dark brown eyes. "Don't try and duck them."

"Oh, no one likes a gloater." She replied in mock outrage as she glowered at him and he winked at her with a charming grin as he strolled out the door of the attic.

Imogen chuckled softly at his retreating back as she bit down lightly on her lower lip and shook her head at her own mixed up priorities as she walked over to the side of Davina's bed in the middle of the attic bedroom. She crouched down next to the bed as she tilted her head to the side and smiled softly at the pure innocence radiating off of the sleeping girl even though she knew that underneath the childlike demeanour was the heart of a warrior princess just waiting to break free.

Davina felt someone gently sweeping her hair off of her face as she pretended to sleep and she slowly opened her eyes to see Imogen kneeling next to the bed with a small smile on her pretty face.

"Hi." The younger witch murmured sleepily with a smile on her lips as she lifted her head off of the pillow and Imogen quirked an eyebrow at her sister with a hard edge in her bluish eyes as her gaze searched Davina face for something.

"You really need to stop scaring the life out of me, kid. I'm going to have wrinkles by twenty five, grey hair by thirty and a heart attack at thirty five." Imogen scolded her gently as she rocked back on her heels and slowly stood up from her crouch as Davina blushed sheepishly.

"I'm sorry but I needed to stay here." Davina informed her apologetically as she sat up in the bed and glanced over at her sister's confused expression as she sighed slightly. She knew that Imogen was going to have an opinion on what had transpired today between the Original and herself but she didn't want to face the disapproval on her sister's face if she didn't agree and she took a deep breath as she looked around the attic. "Elijah?"

A confused expression was etched into Imogen's face as she stared incomprehensibly at her younger sister for a moment before she looked around the room for any sign of the only living Original she hadn't met yet and wondered why Davina had been conversing with the powerful vampire.

"I'm pleased you stayed." A melodic male voice said from behind her as she stood protectively in front of her little sister and Imogen slowly turned away to see the extremely handsome man in his late twenties with intense hazel brown eyes, short brown hair, high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a straight nose.

Elijah tilted his head to the side slightly as he regarded the young woman standing protectively in front of Davina and he knew instinctively that this must have been the older sister the young witch had mention during the day. She was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties with wavy brunette hair just past her shoulders, she had blue-green eyes with darkened eye lashes, rosy cheeks, full lips and a lightly tanned skin like her sister.

"Elijah Mikaelson. The only Original I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting." The young woman said conversationally with a slight edge in her voice as she stayed in between the Original and the younger witch and Elijah smirked a little at her as he placed his hands in his pants pockets. "I'm Imogen Claire."

"I see my siblings have made quite the impression. It's a pleasure, Miss Claire." Elijah greeted her politely as he stepped forward to grab her hand gently and brought it to his lips to press a searing kiss to the top of her hand.

Imogen ignored the fluttering in her stomach as she kept her bluish gaze locked on his brown eyes and pressed her lips into a straight line to stop a shy smile from creeping across her lips at his old-fashioned greeting. Something inside her was urging her to step forward into his arms but another part of her was screaming at her to run for the hills and she wasn't completely sure which part of her was correct.

Davina stood up from the bed as she glanced between the Original and her sister with a suspicious look in her bluish eyes and slipped her hand into Imogen's to give herself some more courage as she faced the brown eyes vampire.

"You'll keep your promise about your mother's spell book?" Davina asked him doubtfully as she narrowed her eyes at him and Imogen felt her eyes widen in surprise as she glanced between the two of them.

"The Original witch? You're giving her the Original witch's grimore?" Imogen asked him in shock as she squeezed her sister's hand supportively and Davina looked at her in surprise because she hadn't realised that it was so famous.

"I will." Elijah told the two sister's with a soft smile as he saw their matching blue eyes light up with the mention of learning something new and he watched in interest as Davina grinned happily up at her older sister while Imogen squeezed her hand affectionately. This was how siblings were meant to behaviour in his opinion and he couldn't help but feel jealous that his family was no longer close like the two witches in front of him. "You know, difficulties aside, I value my family above everything. I am sorry that yours failed you both."

"We have each other. That will always be enough." The older brunette informed him passionately as she wrapped her arm around her sister's waist tenderly and Davina nodded in agreement as she rested her head on Imogen's shoulder.

"Your brother Klaus handed you to Marcel in a box, yet you still don't give up on him?" Davina asked him curiously as a small frown puckered at her lips and he sighed slightly in resign as he tore his gaze away from the girls.

"Well, I've given up on giving up. It's an affliction. I will fight for my family until my last breath." Elijah assured them quietly in defeat as he swept his eyes around the attic room and Imogen hummed in acknowledgement to his declaration.

"And I'll fight the witches until mind. I'll fight against anyone who threatens my family." Imogen professed fervently as she locked gazes with him and he could see the absolute certainty in her bluish eyes as he lost himself in the complexity of her gaze because for someone so young she seemed to have a wisdom that many nothing reached.

"If you'll excuse me, I really must be going to see my family." Elijah said to the two girls calmly as he fixed his suit jackets cufflinks and Davina nodded in understanding as she offered him a small smile before untangling herself from her sister's embrace.

"I have to be going anyway. I'll walk down with you." Imogen told him with a pointed look in his direction as she wrapped her arms around her sister tightly and Elijah quirked an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything as he moved to stand by the attic door while they finished saying goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Davina asked imploringly as she slipped her hands into her sister's with a small smile on her lips and Imogen smiled at her warmly as she squeezed her hands reassuringly.

"I promise, Pixie. I love you."

"Okay. I love you too." The younger witch murmured as she wrapped her arms around her sister's thin waist and buried her head into her shoulder as she breathed in her familiar scent.

Imogen sent her sister one more small smile before walking out of the attic door with Elijah following after her with a bemused expression on his handsome face and she tried to ignore the feeling of butterflies in her stomach because she knew that he was looking at her.

"Davina is my whole life." Imogen stated abruptly as she turned around to face him with a honest expression on her gorgeous face and Elijah quirked an eyebrow at her as she stepped forward so that there was only a few inches of space between them. "If anything were to happen to her, I honestly don't know what I would do with myself. You're an older sibling so you know what it's like. You have to worry about two people but my whole focus is solely on Davina."

"You're commitment is admirable." Elijah told her honestly as he looked into her bluish eyes that were flashing with fierce loyalty for her sister and he couldn't help but be impressed by her selflessness and devotion.

"No, it's not. It's just what it is. The sky is blue, the grass is green and Imogen loves Davina." The witch declared softly with such love in her voice that it nearly made him take a step back out of pure shock and he tilted his head to the side as he studied her earnest expression.

Elijah caught sight of a black mark on her right wrist as she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her hair and he frowned slightly as he reached forward to grasp her thin wrist in his hand. Imogen froze in shock as her eyes widened and Elijah gently ran his thumb over the words that were inked from her wrist to her elbow on her delicate skin as she shivered under his touch.

Walked Through Hell With A Smile

"'Walked through hell with a smile'? I take it there's a meaning behind this?" He asked her quietly as he traced the words with his finger gently and Imogen gently pulled her arm out of his reach as she gazed into his brown eyes with a soft smile.

"There's a meaning behind everything, Elijah." Imogen replied easily with a small smile as she turned on her heel and began walking down the stairs that lead to the church as Elijah looked after her with a thoughtful expression on his handsome face.