I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina looked over the partial drawing of the Hunter's mark, everyone was a little wary around her, she could see that with how the vampires were watching her, and the way the Hunter's sister hovered. The version of the Hunter's mark she was being shown was intricate and seemed to be a tree revealing a story. The Nordic Runes were interesting, Davina recognized most of them because of the Mikaelsons, but it was also unusual, the grim reaper wasn't Norse, and neither were the names being revealed, despite the Runes.

She knew about Silas; she had grown up in Covens and knew what he was and what he meant. She knew about his lover, and his witch betrothed, and the betrayal he had enacted against his betrothed to be with his lover. Silas' story was the reason witches did not attempt immortality, it served as a warning, ending in tragedy and a curse. The intricacy of the of the design was interesting, it wasn't random clearly, it would probably finish to be a remarkably interesting design to tell the story of Silas' betrayal and the mission of the Hunter.

"Well," Matt huffed impatiently which had her head snapping up.

"It's a map, but you knew that. What you don't know is that this is also the source of your… purpose?" she said as she looked at Jeremy. "It is a purpose, right, the need to hunt and kill?"

"I… I guess," the kid admitted uncertainly. "Shane said that it was a conditioning of the magic for the mark; part of the protection spell that Hunters have, it would make it easier to kill vampires."

"He's not wrong there," Davina conceded. "But this mark, it's not a spell for good fortune or protection or even aid, it's a curse. These runes, right here," she pointed to the ones around the reaper. "These are to give you the strength of your enemies, what this means is the more vampires you kill the stronger you'll become, but this is Black Magic. It's an exchange of lives, the more you kill, the more you'll become like the monsters you hunt," she explained. "Eventually it will rip your humanity and identity away until you are a Hunter, completion of this mark I bet would compel you to seek out Silas to destroy him."

"This thing is a curse!?" the vampires came to loom over her.

"Yes," she answered. "After the death of Silas, this is probably going to kill him or it will disappear entirely," she explained.

"Can you remove it?" Bonnie asked nervously.

"No," Davina admitted. "I don't have the kind of power meant to remove a curse like this. This would take an entire, very large, very ancient coven or direct descendants of caster, and I have no idea who cast it."

"Um…Professor Shane said that it was my ancestor," Bonnie said.

"Your ancestor?"

"He said I'm a descendant of Qetsiyah, and Qetsiyah's bloodline cast the mark," Bonnie explained.

Davina nodded slowly and looked at the partial drawing of the tattoo. Tapping her fingers, she tried to think through the counter curses she knew which might be able to help Jeremy Gilbert and pulled out her phone. She didn't think as she dialed Kol and put him on speaker.

"Hello love, twice in one day, you're starting to make me feel special," he teased.

"Off the top of your head how do we contact a powerful dead witch we don't know where she's buried or consecrated?" she asked as she got up to pace.

"Well that depends, what do you need her for?"

"Drawing power or communication," she answered.

"You're going to need an artifact and a descendent of hers, then you'll need a connection to the Other Side, but you know that, love. You practice Ancestral Magic," he pointed out bluntly which was when she grimaced.

"How do I do it without connecting to the Ancestors? This is a witch of unknown temperament," she explained. "It wouldn't be good for her to connect with them, especially with how unknown she is."

"Ah, that's going to be a little trickier. Best bet is still an artifact and descendent, but you're going to need a massive conduit," he explained. "Like a coven, or…"

"How about an Original?" she asked as she dragged her fingers through her hair as she paced.

"Stop it, love, you're making me blush," he teased. "How old is the witch?"

"I'm going to guess, a couple thousand years old, though this curse is only a little under a thousand," she admitted.

"You might need more than just little ol' me to get it to work, which are you trying to connect to? A curse or the witch?"

"Well, that's the thing, I don't know," she admitted as she paced.

"What's the curse?"

"The Hunter's Mark on Jeremy Gilbert," she answered. "It's a curse, it's not a protection spell."

"Mmm, what's it do, love?"

"It's designed to take the strength of his enemies, and in the process, if I'm reading this right, it strips away his humanity, until the final confrontation with Silas should happen, I think."

"You think?"

"I'm not working off a completed mark here and runic is not my strongest language," she admitted. "I'm just working off a fraction and the runes I have, this isn't a good mark, it's a dangerous curse."

"You're bloody joking," he asked flatly.

"I wish, so thoughts?" she asked.

"I'll call Elijah, he'd be the best help, you're going to need two conduits, we'll try to break the curse first, but if that doesn't work, we're going to need to make contact with the original witch," he admitted. "Oi! Get out of the way!" he yelled suddenly.

"Will you and Elijah be enough?"

"Between the two of us there's two thousand years, a little more, if we really need more, we can abduct Rebekah; I'd offer to abduct Finn as he was easier access, but he's kind of dead. We can't tell Rebekah, if we do that and she finds out what we're aiming to do, she won't help, she'll tell Klaus and then we'll be on the run from my brother until he kills us or daggers me for conspiring against him."

"Do you know another really old vampire?"

"The Trinity, but I vote we not contact them, love, they're incestuous and insane," he stated.

"Who else?"

"Lets just work off of me and Elijah, if we really need another Original, we'll figure out how to kidnap Bekah," he answered. "And I'd really rather not do that, because that's a fast way to end up in a box with a dagger."

"Alright, I'm going to need all your information on Silas," she admitted. "All of it."

"I should've taken the SUV then," he muttered sourly.

"Also, everything about the lore, fact or fiction that you've found," she sighed.

"I figured as much, which is why I should've brought the bigger car," he remarked dryly.

"Noted," she retorted.

"While I get this, you should get the artifact of the witch you're going to speak with, or connect with, and her descendant."

"I have her descendant," Davina asserted.

"Don't hold me in suspense, darling," he pressed.

"Me," Bonnie answered.

"Davina, love?" Kol replied. "She's joking, right?"

"Not if Shane's right," Davina confessed.

"You're bloody joking," he answered flatly.

"Nope, get the stuff on Silas, I'll prep for the spell with Shane, then we'll figure out the Hunter's Mark thing," she sighed as she rubbed her eyes.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. "Add it to the ever-growing list, anything else I should grab while I'm here?"

"Might as well grab all those ingredients for the other thing, we'll talk that over when you get back," Davina sighed. "And can you please grab more coffee?"

"Coffee?"

"Yes, coffee, Café Du Monde," she clarified.

"Noted, anything else we need while I'm here?"

"I can't think of anything else," she offered blandly.

"Good, I'll call you when I'm there," he hung up then and Davina sighed.

"Whoa," Jeremy muttered.

"Hold up here, what makes you think this is a curse!? And is it going to kill the kid!?" Damon snapped at her which had her turning at him.

"Every single rune used here, is Black Magic, I've have felt this magic from one other witch, and it will not end well, whatever it was meant to do it has been corrupted by now anyways, so what we can do is remove it," Davina confirmed.

"Won't it just go to some other unlucky bastard?" Damon snapped.

"Not if I do it right," she divulged. "But I'm going to need a history lesson on the Brotherhood of the Five as well as information currently locked in Professor Shane's head before I proceed."

"How do we know you aren't lying?" Elena demanded.

"You don't," Davina confessed looking at the group of kids who looked nervous and scared. "But I'm helping you because I can, so you can accept that, and accept the end results, or you can stupidly continue as you have been."

"Nothing stupid about us, sweetheart," Damon cockily declared.

"I'm looking at five kinds of stupid run by teenage hormones, and a vampire swaying on his feet and smells of liquor, I don't see the other one of your group, but if I were to hazard guesses then I'd guess he's your moral compass, and even then, you are revolving around this 'cure' being your motive. I know one of you in this group wants it, I'm guessing Elena," Davina stated swiftly. "I can't even begin to tell you what a monumentally bad idea it is to finish Jeremy's mark, or to try to take Silas' cure, but you probably won't listen to me, because I'm sixteen and you don't know me, but you probably haven't even done your research, beyond what you've been told, into Silas, and despite my stance, and Kol's; who's was more dangerous and violent than mine, you've proceeded with this hunt for the cure. This makes me think you're stupid, or ignorant, or just too willful to understand the dangers of forces you don't understand.

"However, before you all blindly play follow the leader to Silas' tomb, which would be very bad, again, I will be putting a stop to this before you do something monumentally stupid, like freeing Silas or dropping the Veil, or unleashing hell on earth, because I like breathing," she declared. "I'll talk to you guys tomorrow after I deal with Shane, once I have a better idea of what I'm dealing with then I'll know what sort of artifact is needed to get in touch with the witch who made the curse, or to channel the witch who made the curse. Either way, can't do anything until after I talk to Shane."

"What are you going to do to Shane?" Matt asked.

"I'm going to tear into his mind and get the answers I need," she replied. "I just needed a few things to help me with that."

"Won't that hurt him?" Matt asked.

"The magic he was teaching your friend, Bonnie, was a type of magic which would shred Bonnie's soul to cease to exist, I don't think you should care too much if what I do does or doesn't hurt him." She stated blandly.

"Whoa," Matt whispered.

"For what it's worth, if he doesn't fight, it won't hurt, if he does, then it will," she shrugged.

"Silas isn't our problem," Damon started.

"But he is now. Between that mark, and your hunt for the cure, you've made him your problem, and I'm going to hazard a guess you don't really want to deal with those consequences or are just too focused on those goal to see the coming consequences. I don't want to find out which so now it is my problem," she admitted.

"Who are you?" Damon muttered again.

"Davina Claire, New Orleans witch," she answered with a mock bow. "I'll be in touch about that curse," she said as she left them to think it over. It didn't take her long to walk to her cabin where she saw Hayley's Jeep out front.

"Hey," Hayley smiled as Davina jogged up the porch. "You look exhausted."

"It's been a long week," Davina sighed as she collapsed in the rocker beside Hayley.

"Marcel is out getting human food," Hayley informed her.

"That'll be good," she sighed as she rubbed her eyes to try to escape the exhaustion pressing on her mind from her busy days.

"How'd we meet?" Hayley asked.

Davina looked over at Hayley then.

"Marcel, I told him that you kind of freaked me out, and he explained that you're from the future and inhabiting your sixteen-year-old body right now," Hayley said. "Which now that I've said it out loud sounds really crazy."

"I think it's crazy and it's happening to me," Davina chuckled. "We met when I moved into the same house as you."

She remembered moving into the Planation House so vividly. She was so alone and pissed because of Marcel and his betrayal to her, she was so hurt too that she had holed herself up in her room. She was also terrified of Klaus at the time, especially after having lost her temper on him and summoning his hybrid form, she had heard every bone in his body cracking, and felt it as if it were her own; she was terrified he'd seek retribution. She was also scared of Elijah, not as much as Klaus, but she was still scared, she had drowned Elijah in his own blood. And Rebekah had intimidated Davina greatly; literally from the moment Davina had seen Rebekah had Rebekah intimidated her. Rebekah was so perfect, and pretty, and with her vicious tongue and wicked temper, she was intimidating, and an utter bitch.

"We lived together?" Hayley asked.

"Yeah, or we would've, the first time we officially met, we were living together. I had just… I was sixteen and I had just gotten out of a really bad situation. Your family took me in, gave me a safe place to be," Davina admitted. Despite everything the Mikaelsons had taken her in, and fed her, they had even seen to her clothing and entertainment and education in the short time they had assembled a space for her. "I was so angry, and my magic was out of control, I didn't trust anyone. But you were patient. You were very patient with me, despite everything, and you were bringing me food and helping me, I wasn't a prisoner, though the first time around I sure acted like it, I stayed locked up in my room. Irony is, I was the one locking the door."

"And we got close?"

"In time," she admitted. "I looked to you to be like a big sister, you're so fearless and badass, I wanted to try to be like you," she admitted with a weak chuckle.

"What happened to that?"

"Nothing," Davina answered. "We grew, life happened, we drifted apart. My husband and I also weren't physically close to you or our family, we were travelling at the time, so we didn't see each other that much."

"Your husband?"

"I'm a sixteen-year-old now, but when I was living my life, I was happily married," she smiled.

"How'd you get stuck in this body?"

"Dunno. I was dying one minute, and then the next I woke up, sixteen, the day after the worst day in my life, in that church attic Marcel had stashed me in initially. I hated that attic so much," she snorted.

"You know, until you showed up at my trailer, I was alone, then you said that and you just turned my world upside down," Hayley confessed with a dry chuckle. "I always wondered what it would've been like to have a little sister, or sibling in general."

"Well, we can start by braiding each other's hair, you can yell at me for stealing your clothes, I can admit you have terrible, terrible tastes in men, and we can argue," Davina offered.

"Sounds like fun," Hayley chuckled.

"You do, by the way, have terrible tastes in men," Davina pressed.

"Shut up, I'm not the one following an Original around," Hayley snorted.

"Kol is my best friend!" Davina laughed.

"Really?" Hayley's brows rose.

"The very best of friends I could ever ask for, and my partner in crime," she mused.

"So your husband… did he?" Hayley asked.

"No," Davina replied softly. "He didn't, last I saw he was comforting our niece who had witnessed my death," she murmured.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," she answered sadly.

"I'm sorry," Hayley touched Davina's arm then.

"I miss him," Davina whispered. "I know he's here, but he's not, he's not mine, and I miss him," she confessed with a sniffle.

"You can always get him again," Hayley offered.

Davina snorted at that thought. "I think I'll get him no matter what," she declared wetly. "But he's not mine right now," she murmured. "And that hurts, a lot more than I can say."

"Have you thought about reaching out to… to just see him?" Hayley asked.

"Yeah," Davina wistfully sighed.

"And?"

"It'll have to wait," she replied. "I have things to do, ancestors to thwart, destinies to rewrite, enemies to capture or destroy."

"On a warpath?" Hayley asked.

"Big time, I'm not letting my family repeat the future that's set," she stated firmly.

"Well, anything you need help with," Hayley said. "I'm here to help," Hayley promised.

"Thanks."

"Right now, as big sister, I must insist we do a fun movie night, paint toenails and annoy Marcel, while eating junk food," Hayley decided.

"I'd like that," Davina chuckled wetly as she wiped her eyes of the tears.

"I am not watching any chick flick," Hayley warned.

"How about cheesy 80s movies?" Davina offered. "We can laugh at the special effects, and hairstyles."

"If we're doing that, I vote Princess Bride," Hayley chuckled.

"I vote Labyrinth!"

"Double feature is needed. What color should we paint Marcel's nails?"

"Ooo, Mardi Gras green!" Davina chuckled.

"I like the way you think," Hayley chuckled as they got up to go in the cabin.

"You know I never got to do this the first time around," Davina said weakly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, between the Coven, and everything, I never got to be a teenager," she admitted. "I didn't even get to have a normal first crush."

"What happened to your first crush?"

"He was killed because I was a witch," she admitted miserably. That wouldn't be happening this time. Tim was going to live his nice, boring life, and he would forget about Davina Claire.

"I'm so sorry," Hayley hugged her shoulders. "My first crush was a rugged, outdoorsy kind, he kissed me, he turned out to be gay, was just dating me as a cover for his parents."

"You seriously need better tastes in men!"