I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies
Caroline was sitting in the park when she saw Davina walk by rather swiftly, her nose buried in a book as she navigated her way towards the café.
"What do you think she's doing?" Elena asked coming to sit by Caroline.
"She seems to be doing magic research," Caroline admitted.
"But why?"
"I don't know, Bonnie says she's knowledgeable, and she's teaching Bonnie, so maybe she's looking for a cure or something?" Caroline shrugged.
"We should go compel her to tell us," Elena decided as she grabbed Caroline and dragged her after Davina. Caroline didn't fight Elena because this was the first time Elena wasn't moping about becoming a vampire or obsessing about her sire bond in a long time. Jeremy was still jumpy from his encounter with Kol at the Mystic Grill and hiding out at the lake house with Damon's training regimen. Matt was still Jeremy's sparring buddy, but he was getting annoyed with his Grill being the center point for all mass murders in Mystic Falls.
Davina was standing in line to get coffee.
"Hi Davina," Caroline grinned as Elena peered over Davina's shoulder at the book.
"Afternoon," Davina greeted as she looked at Elena. "It's in Runic."
"I knew that!" Elena snapped.
"Yeah." Davina shut her book with a heavy thud as she looked at both of them. "We are not starting whatever attempt at compelling and interrogating you baby vamps have in mind until I have coffee," she stated as she stepped up to the counter then and placed her order.
"She's so arrogant," Elena muttered.
"I think she's hilarious," Caroline snickered.
Davina grabbed her order and walked to a table with three seats, which was an invite to join her. Caroline skipped up and sat beside Davina who was sipping her coffee.
"What are you doing in Mystic Falls?" Elena demanded as she sat down.
"Keeping idiots alive, stopping immortal witches, destroying old or new enemies, saving your friend from obliterating her soul with Expression, not pissing off the ancestors, saving my family, and keeping Kol alive," she answered swiftly.
"Shane was teaching Bonnie," Elena snapped.
"Shane was turning your friend into an abomination," she asserted firmly as she leaned over on the table. "Do you know what kind of magic Expression is? Witches don't even call it magic. We call it Expression, and it destroys the user slowly, the more powerful the witch though who uses the quicker it destroys them so there is nothing left for heaven, hell, or the Other Side. That is what fate awaits Bonnie if she should continue on that course."
Caroline flinched a little at Davina's calm delivery and saw Elena paling at the answer.
"Your friend, Shane, whom you have blindly decided to trust, isn't just dangerous, he's insane. The only people who teach Expression are the insane or the wicked and I can't decide which he is, yet. I have given Bonnie access to her ancestors, because the ancestors will guide and teach her when she does not have a teacher."
"Why? Why help her?" Elena demanded.
"Because I can, and because she is a child who does not deserve that fate. Next question."
"You're working with an Original, I thought you wanted to kill them," Elena hissed.
"I never said which Original I was here for, and Kol's a family friend," Davina answered blandly.
"Are you trying to get the cure to cure your boyfriend?" Elena sneered.
"My boyfriend?" Davina looked confused then. "Last I checked I'm sixteen, and Marcel would kill me if I had a boyfriend."
"Kol," Elena hissed.
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," Davina waved off.
"He seems to like you though," Caroline giggled. Kol Mikaelson had been interested in Davina, that was clear, he treated her with care and respect, he also seemed to come after her. Unlike Klaus or Elijah though he didn't look at Davina like she was some sort of plaything or prey he was hunting, Elijah and Klaus both looked at everyone like they were prey, and Kol did to. He just didn't look at Davina like that.
"Yeah, because we're partners in crime," Davina dismissed. "And no, I'm not hunting the cure. What cure?"
"You don't know?" Elena asked.
"No," Davina admitted looking confused. "What cure?" she asked looking between Caroline and Elena.
"Um… Professor Shane claims Silas has the cure, to vampirism," Carolina admitted nervously.
"Silas? Silas has the cure?" Davina asked in disbelief.
"Kol didn't tell you?" Caroline asked. Kol and Davina had seemed thick as thieves from what Caroline had seen, she would've thought he'd have divulged that information to Davina at the very least.
"No, because it's a falsehood probably," Davina acknowledged.
"No, no it's not, Jeremy has the map!" Elena snapped.
"Whatever you think you know about Silas, discard it, right now," Davina snapped. "Silas is a powerful immortal cursed to bring the end of time and is an abomination to magic and nature, he's to destroy the veil and rise the dead," she stated. "Whatever cure you think Silas possesses I can guarantee it is not worth whatever cost it will take to get it."
"No, there's hope, there's a cure," Elena muttered.
"The only 'cure' I know of requires a lot of magic and a bloodline witch from the caster," she explained.
"Wait, there's an actual spell to undo this?" Elena asked.
"Yes," Davina admitted.
"Could you cast it!?" Elena asked eagerly.
"No," Davina snorted. "You need a Mikaelson witch, and I'm not a Mikaelson, I'm a Claire. And even then, it'll take a lot more power than a single witch, even in my current state I don't have enough power on my own to cast that spell. It would require linking with a bloodline, like the Bennetts or the covens of New Orleans, it's not easy, you need to channel the Other Side, and to do that you'll have to be communing with them to get them to cooperate and a lot of them won't."
"Then we're taking that cure from Silas," Elena decided again. "Jeremy's started the map."
"Okay, slow down," Davina snapped. "What map?"
Caroline bit her lip nervously as she looked at Davina and Elena. Elena looked angry and scared now, while Caroline could feel her friend's apprehension. Davina just looked curious and concerned as she looked between them.
"Let me be very clear," Davina decided, sitting up straight as she placed her coffee in front of her and her expression hardened. "I have no qualms about tearing the answers from your minds if I have to, you're both baby vampires and it is just as easy for me to break a compulsion as it is for me to enter an untrained mind to get the information I want. But like breaking a compulsion it will hurt you a whole hell of a lot more than it could ever hurt me, so it's better to answer me now."
Klaus Mikaelson was not a man who liked to feel the fool, he did not like being toyed with or tormented. And he did not like feeling like he was out of the loop as they say. Elijah was off, gods knew where, Kol had managed to find himself a witch, said witch was connected to Marcellus, and Rebekah was no longer speaking to him with their dual surprise of Marcellus being alive and well apparently.
Still, Klaus had missed Marcellus greatly, his death had wounded Klaus deeper than any other loss he had suffered. Even the death of Finn paled in comparison to the loss of Marcellus. It was as painful as Henrik's death really, it was a crippling blow to Klaus, and he had thought he would never again gaze upon the one he thought of as a son. Now Marcellus was here, and apparently pissed at the Mikaelsons, which hurt, but Klaus couldn't grasp that his child was alive, he was in awe of that fact.
Which had brought him to the cabin he knew Marcellus had bought. It was a small cabin, two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, on the river, no neighbors for miles, detached garage with a woodshed. Klaus knew the property well; he hadn't been able to resist looking in on Marcel.
It was quiet when he pulled up to the cabin, a Jeep was parked out front as well as a massive, old Ford Truck and a sleek Audi. Klaus looked around the drive as he slowly got out of his car. Scenting the air, he could sense that Marcellus was on the other side of the house, chopping wood, from what his ears gathered. Shutting the door quietly he cautiously made his way around the house and stopped to stare at the boy.
Marcellus might be a man, but Klaus could still see the little boy he had been, dressed up and smiling proudly at fixing his cravat all on his own. Marcellus turned suddenly.
"Go away," Marcellus snapped.
"Not until we speak," Klaus stated determinedly. He had craved to speak to his boy since the destruction of New Orleans, he had been devastated being unable to find Marcellus anywhere in the ruins of his home.
"We have nothing to talk about," Marcellus snapped.
"Marcellus," he started.
"It's Marcel!" the young man roared.
"Marcel," he tried again. "I come in peace," he said and held his hands out in a gesture of peace.
"I doubt that," Marcellus sneered.
"Please," he pleaded softly.
"What's there to talk about!?" Marcellus demanded. "How you drove me away from Rebekah? How you hate my kid, and yeah, Davina's my kid, she's my family, and I will die for her!? Or how your happy homicidal maniac brother is somehow my kid's best friend? Or how you ruined every bit of happiness I ever had? Or do you want to talk about Mikael!?"
"I was pleased with you and Rebekah," he started.
"You sure as hell have a funny way of showing that," he sneered. "You know I love her, not loved, love her, still, but you and she tore out my heart and stomped on it until it was nothing. You daggered her to keep us apart!"
"I did that for her own good, she's too reckless in love," he defended. "And it was a test, how worthy she is for you."
"Mmm, an impossible test, no one's good enough in your eyes Klaus," he retorted.
"That is not true!" he protested.
"It is!" Marcel roared. "No one is good enough in the eyes of the mighty Klaus Mikaelson!"
"You were good enough," Klaus said softly. "You were perfect, you were mine," he stated as he stared at his son.
"Fat lot of good that does me," he countered.
"Marcel, I came to talk," he said softly.
"Well, I don't want to talk to you!" Marcel snapped. "You and Bekah can go on doing whatever you were doing before I came here. It looks like I have to put up with Kol for now because of Davina but when whatever she's doing is over, you can take him back. I don't want any of you near me or my girl."
"What are Kol and Davina doing!?" he demanded.
"No fucking clue," he laughed humorlessly. "Go away, Klaus, lets go back to being dead to each other," he waved off as he stormed into the house and slammed the door shut behind him.
Those words cut him deeper than he expected as he stared at the backdoor of the cabin, he wanted to will his boy back out. He didn't care if Marcellus hated him, he just wanted to see his boy once more. Perhaps he should confront the little witch about his son, he could compel her to tell him about Marcel again.
"Hello love," Kol answered the phone as Davina stood outside, waiting to be invited to join, while Caroline and Elena walked towards the lake house where Jeremy Gilbert was apparently hiding out.
"You want to tell me what a hunter's mark is? The thing on the Gilbert kid's arm, the kid I just undid the compulsion you put on that idiot vampire for," she said dryly.
"It's the Brotherhood of the Five, darling, it's a map to Silas' tomb," he explained.
"Mmm," she hummed. "What's the Brotherhood of the Five?"
"We'll have the history lesson when I return, Nik knows more about them than I do, so does Elijah, darling."
"Why is that?" Davina asked curiously. Kol and his freaky witch encyclopedic brain seemed to know all things supernatural, even the most obscure extinct things. She remembered once on their honeymoon when she had started a drinking game with him called True or False, about the supernatural stuff which had devolved into an in-depth discussion about so many things in the supernatural world that she wouldn't have even thought real, or fake.
"It was the first time I was daggered, love, took Elijah twenty years to track me down and pull me out of the box I stashed me in; the Brotherhood of Five took me down, it was an unexpected surprise. At the time I was daggered I was living with a group of witches, apparently, my witch friends took offense to my daggering and saved me by hiding my body. Which convenient for me because it kept me alive, not convenient for my brothers to find me. That was about the time Nik was cursed from the Hunter's Mark, apparently killing those Hunters had driven him insane, it's also what made him this paranoid."
"What curse?" she asked.
"Apparently killing a Hunter from the Brotherhood of the Five will make a haunting for the vampire killer, no clue what it'll do to a witch or human though, darling. I thought they were extinct until the Gilbert kid came about, and Nik started trying to make his mark grow. We, Bekah, Elijah and I spent thirty years keeping Nik alive, it wasn't easy, the curse tore at his mind and brought out his worst traits, after the curse finally stopped, the warped version of my brother is what remained, love."
"What broke the curse?" Davina asked.
"No clue, love," he admitted. "I was too busy helping Elijah keep the bastard alive to actually study the curse, and by the time it all stopped, it didn't matter."
"Will this map lead them to a cure?"
"In theory, but in practice, I doubt it, darling. Silas was a cursed immortal, you know the stories," he acknowledged. "If there is a cure, it's meant to be shoved down his throat before his head is taken off his neck and his heart pulled out and the body dismembered and burned before scattering the ashes across the four corners of the earth."
"True, but I need to check, apparently Elena Gilbert is hoping to get her hands on the cure to stop being a vampire," Davina informed him.
"Did she say that, darling?"
"No, but I can make educated guesses with the information I have on hand," she informed him.
"They just want the cure," Kol asked in confusion.
"Apparently," she confessed.
"Not possible," Kol asserted firmly. "Whatever cure there is, it will be for Silas, to turn him mortal so he can be killed."
"Had you heard of the cure?"
"In rumors and whispers, but the moment it was connected to Silas I stopped looking and tried to destroy everything about Silas so others would stop looking, love."
"Admirable," she conceded. "Do you have notes or anything about Silas, something I could use?"
"Yes, it's in the Claire crypt."
"Why'd you store it there!?"
"Because, love, it was the only place my family couldn't get to."
"Just for clarity's sake, when you were torturing Shane, the first time, what cure did you think he was talking about?"
"Vampirism was created by magic, I'm not so foolish as to think it can't be undone, my mother created a spell to undo it, but we didn't let her enact it because she was going to kill us all," Kol rationalized. "When Bekah asked me to get information about 'the cure' I thought it was a spell of some sort requiring doppelgängers and what not, I didn't know about Silas until Shane mentioned it! Honest, love, no one told me about the Silas aspect until Shane said as much."
"I believe you," she promised. "Get the notes on Silas, and the stuff for the spell, we'll do it tomorrow, right now, I'm going to go talk to a Hunter and figure out what sort of map this is."
"We should also speak to Nik," Kol sighed.
"Why?"
"He kept the Brotherhood of the Five's swords, since the Brotherhood were supernatural beings, I'd wager the swords are probably dormant dark objects, with your power levels you'll probably sense something we can't see or know, love," he reasoned.
"Ok, I'll deal with the Hunter today, you get the objects, after we get answers from Shane then we'll get to your brother and his magical swords, and after that we'll go kill Silas."
"Simple enough."
"Simple enough, stay safe in New Orleans, Kol," she sighed.
"Relax, darling," he chuckled.
"I won't, you have my blood, and my coven is after my head, please be careful."
"No one will find you, love, I'll be back before you know it and they'll be none the wiser, after Silas though you're going to tell me about your coven."
"After Silas I'm dealing with Esther and Mikael," she countered.
"I'll see you soon, darling," he said.
"See you soon, Kol." She hung up then and looked at the lake house.
The tall, gangly kid stood beside Elena looking at her with a curious expression, Caroline smiled warmly, and Bonnie pulled up in her car then. Damon glared at the sight of her, while the boy Matt stood there looking at her with an unreadable expression. Time to get to work, she thought as she shoved her phone in her back pocket and walked up the steps of the porch.
"Jeremy Gilbert?" Davina guessed from her one meeting of the kid; names were not her forte if she was honest. "Davina Claire, I'm here to help you out."
"You attacked my sister at the Grill."
"After she threatened to snap my neck," Davina pointed out. "And I'm not here to hurt you, or your sister, I'm trying to help. Want to tell me about this Brotherhood of the Five Hunter's mark you have?"
"Um…" he gulped as she stared up at him expectantly.