I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol arrived in New Orleans in the evening and found himself at the Plantation House for his first stop. He had had a long drive, and he needed blood before he went on a rampage; he'd be happy to go on a rampage, but he didn't want Nik finding him right now. Wonderful thing about this era was the blood bags, it was a way to hide his unquenchable thirst. He had been so busy the last few days though he hadn't noticed his hunger. Davina being on his side about this matter and helping him solve the Silas problem was…

It was a bloody first.

No one ever took his warnings about magical beings seriously, and now there was Davina Claire, not only listening to him, but working with him and trusting him. It was a first, he was baffled, and it made him uncertain how to react to her. He was still baffled at her quick turns to pick his brain about magic and what to do, he had never had any of his witches so quick to turn to him for answers or ideas. Yet she did, which made him more curious about when she was from that they were such good friends.

Perhaps after the Silas problem and before the Esther problem he would pry out more information about how they knew each other in her time. He'd also pull out his old journals for ideas about that little time trinket of hers.

Pouring himself another bag of blood with some bourbon before pulling out his phone and dialing Elijah's programmed number. Waiting and listening to the ringing he pondered just what in the Claire crypt he would need, and if he should check another stash for other objects.

"Brother," Elijah answered.

"Evening to you too, brother," he retorted.

"Given the hour I can assume this is not a social call," Elijah started.

"Hardly," Kol agreed. "I need to borrow you, a witch needs conduits for a spell to break a curse on the Gilbert kid," he explained as he walked out to the porch and leaned on the post.

"A witch?"

"Relax, she's a friend," he smiled at not tripping or choking on using that word and meaning it.

"And why would I help you?" Elijah asked wearily.

"Because you owe me. And if you make me track you down and dagger you to get this job done I will."

"I don't take to your threats Kol," Elijah proclaimed.

"It's not a bloody threat Elijah, because I can and I will, and I'm motivated to do so. So, you can either aid me willingly, which will save us both the time and headaches, or I can just make you," he warned.

"Kol," he started.

"I know you and Nik don't like listening to me, but this time you will before your idiotic little pets do irreversible damage to the living plane. For a change listen to me, because you are wading into dangerous territories of magic which are not yours or anyone in the family's area of expertise, except mine. I expect you to be in Mystic Falls by tomorrow evening or I will be coming after you. And unlike Nik, you know I won't stop until I have what I want," he stated as he hung up.

Thirty blood bags later he was in his car heading for the burial grounds of the French Quarter witches, he parked his car and slid out of the vehicle as he made his way to the entry. He didn't even pause as he passed through the sacred barrier, Mary-Alice had long since invited him in and he could wager this was where she was buried. Deftly navigating the crypts, he quickly found the one he needed, opening the vial he dabbed his finger in Davina's blood before lifting it to the crypt.

Little trick actually worked as he heard the magic lift, and move off the crypt, and the sealed door unlock, gingerly he pushed it open and the old oil lamps sprung to life again. The once vibrant workshop was now covered in dust and cobwebs, untouched since the day of his daggering in 1914, he could see that nary a soul had entered here. Kol made quick work of grabbing things he would need: cursed shackles, the bracelet of obedience, his golden dagger, the hand of glory, blood rider, and a few odds and ends for harder spells that were more difficult to come by. He also snatched a few blades he had, even a few extra compasses, then there were beads, and candles. So many bloody candles he felt he'd need an extra car for them alone. Davina would know what they were for though, and he knew she'd work with him. Then he went back for the trunks on notes he had of Travelers, Silas, and everything on the cure, including a few of his own grimoires he had worked on composing. Mary-Alice's handwriting was so neat and crisp in his grimoires that he felt a pang for the old witch before he shut them and started stuffing the stuff in his car.

Once the small car was packed to the brim and a trunk strapped securely to the roof, did he seal the crypt and leave to find the old herb shop he could get the fertility herbs from as well as necessary extras. The witch, Katie as her nametag read, had smiled charmingly but in confusion as he had silently, quickly and efficiently gone about collecting everything in portions he felt he would need.

"Is that all?" she chuckled as he came to the counter with a small crate filled with glass jars he had carefully labeled.

"For now, love," he smiled.

"I've never seen a vampire collect all these herbs before," she said as she rung him up.

"Not your typical vampire," he admitted as he pulled out the cash and paid for his supplies. "Keep the change," he commented as he grabbed his crate and walked out of the store. Carefully putting the crate in the passenger's seat, he started for Mystic Falls again. The annoying buzz of his phone had him pulling it out.

"Hello," he answered reflexively.

"Where are you!?" Nik snarled in his ear.

"Oh, out and about, running some errands," he admitted as he sipped on his blood in the soft drink container.

"Are you running with Marcel's little witch?" Nik asked.

"Depends, why?" he drawled out warily.

"She's the key to bringing Marcel home," Nik admitted playfully and in such a way that a chill raced down Kol's spine.

"You harm her, and Marcel will never forgive you," he stated firmly. Nik might not care about what Kol thought of him, but Kol knew Nik always cared about Marcel's opinion of him. Davina had claimed Marcel as her father figure, which would make her a weak point for Marcel, because Kol knew that was reciprocated, but it also made her a dangerous point for Marcel. He also didn't think his brother had any real idea of how powerful the little witch was.

"I don't want to harm her, just want to have a nice friendly chat," Nik said with a false lightness. Kol gritted his teeth to keep from lashing out.

"Nik, whatever you're thinking to do, don't," Kol reasoned blandly.

"I'm not thinking to do anything," Nik answered.

"Leave her be Nik," Kol warned.

"I…"

"Tomorrow she'll be at the house, after we do our work you may speak with her, but nothing else, if you do anything to her, I will tear your throat out and spread your entrails around the house and set them on fire," he stated cheerfully. "Don't test me, because this is bigger than whatever megalomaniac scheme you've concocted, if you harm the witch, in anyway, if you so much as look at her funny, it will be the last thing you do before I make your life a living hell," he said as he hung up and dialed Davina's number.

"Hello," she answered with a giggle.

"Nik's after you," he stated.

"What?"

"Stay in your house, tell Marcel, put up the protection wards on the property, I'll be there in the early afternoon, don't leave the house," he stated.

"Kol, slow down," Davina ordered sharply as she sobered up.

"I don't know what Nik's scheming, but he wants a connection to Marcel again, I wouldn't put it past him to try to snatch you and use you as bait to get to Marcel," he explained.

"Mmm, if he comes near me, I'll drop him," Davina stated.

"Don't hesitate, love."

"I won't," she replied. "Did you get everything?" she asked.

"And a few extras," he admitted. "I have everything on Silas and his followers, as well as everything I thought we might need for spells now and in the future as well as a fun few toys," he chuckled. "You prepped for Shane's mind?" he asked.

"I've looked the spell over, and been reciting the incantation, what language is this?"

"Tibetan," he answered.

"Oh," she murmured.

"I Romanized it back in 1897," he explained.

"Well, it being Romanized helps."

"Mary thought so too," he agreed. "Look love, I'll be by tomorrow, do not let your guard down, and tell Marcel."

"Did you get a hold of Elijah?"

"Yes, and he'll either be there or we'll go get him," he stated.

"We?"

"We," he responded. "Up for a little adventure, darling, if he doesn't come?"

"Always, been a while since I've done that kind of adventure," she mused.

"I have to go, talk to you tomorrow, love."

"Thanks for the warning Kol," Davina said as she hung up.

Kol took a deep breath as he pressed on with driving faster, the sooner they got this done, the sooner Silas wasn't a threat on the world, the sooner he'd be able to relax.

Davina looked around the house after she hung up the phone, which broke Marcel's and Hayley's laughter up.

"What is it, D?" Marcel asked as he looked at her curiously.

"Klaus is scheming reconnection with you and Kol has warned me I'm in the crosshairs," she explained. "I need to put up the wards," she said as she grabbed her jack, a candle, and a bit of salt to prepare the protection spells around the property. She wasn't too keen on crossing Klaus right now, so she agreed with Kol's decision to put up protection.

"Wait! D!" Marcel chased after her.

"It'll be fine," she promised.

"When Klaus wants something D," Marcel started.

"I know," she sighed. "Done it before, which is why I'll put up the protection, and we'll all sleep easier. I'll be fine, I know how to handle Klaus," she promised, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Marcel's cheek before she ran out of the cabin to set up the wards.

She was in the driveway when she set the candle down and knelt to spread the salt around it as she pulled the knife, pricking her finger as she bled on the candle before she marked her own brow and then traced her bloodied fingers in forming a pentagram in a circle.

Klaus appeared before her which had her tilting her head back, her candle unlit and the Original smiled rather cunningly at her.

"Hello darling," he greeted with a silky-smooth voice. "I would like for us to take a walk."

"Sorry, but I'm not going with you," she responded as she sat there.

"You think you have a choice," he started.

"No," she answered. "I know we'll have to talk, but I'm not going with you," she confessed and flicked her fingers which had the fire on the candle leaping to action just as the fire leapt from it and raced in a wide arch around the property before disappearing, leaving the candle lit in the road.

His face contorted into rage as she stood.

"You want to make nice with Marcel, don't threaten me or his family," she warned as she carefully picked up the candle.

"I'm not your enemy Klaus," she said softly. Carefully walking back to the cabin, she put the candle on the kitchen island and sat on the stool as she rubbed her brow, wiping off the blood.

"D?" Marcel came over to her and touched her shoulder lightly.

"I'm fine, but you should talk to Klaus before he does something unforgivable," she admitted softly. "That candle will burn all night, as long as it burns, we're protected, don't leave the property, you won't be able to get back on until the candle's extinguished."

"I'll go check the perimeter," Marcel decided as he left the cabin then.

"You and Kol," Hayley said suddenly as if it were some revelation. "That's who was your husband," she deduced.

Davina stared at the older woman in shock.

"Kol. You were married to Kol." She deduced calmly, in a soft voice.

"I never said who my husband was," Davina said softly.

"No, but it makes sense," Hayley figured gently.

"How?"

"He didn't come back," Hayley said softly. "But you sought him out, and you can't have him, and you trust him. Not even a minute after he calls to warn you are you putting up protection wards, you didn't even question if he was right or wrong, you acted. I'm sorry," Hayley whispered. "He was who you loved, and who you trusted most, you act like that still. I'm so sorry."

"I miss him," she murmured as the tears welled up. "I miss him," she trembled, and she found herself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms as Hayley hugged her. "I miss him so much," she admitted with a teary whisper.

"It's alright," Hayley promised. "It's going to be alright," she promised softly. Davina's breath hitched as she held tightly onto Hayley and tried not to lose control of the powers within her or her heart.

Marcel stalked out of the house and saw Klaus standing at the edge of the property looking frustrated and unhappy.

"Let me make this clear," Marcel snapped as he paused and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You come near her, you harm her, I will never forgive you. You threaten her, you upset her, I will unleash tenfold of whatever you could do to me. And don't think I can't do it," he warned.

"It's time we had a little chat."

"No."

"Marcel," he started.

"No. I don't want to talk to you, I cannot stress that enough, I don't want you near me, I don't want to see you, I don't want to reconnect!" Marcel snapped.

"We're family," Klaus stated.

"Davina's family too!" Marcel roared. "Get that through your thick head! Davina Claire is family! If you consider me your family, then extend that to her, harm her and I will end you, one way or another, even if it takes an eternity! Now go away!"

Marcel stalked back to his house to see Davina clinging to Hayley who was hugging the smaller girl.

"It's okay, D, he's not going to hurt you," Marcel said as Davina slipped from Hayley's grasp to his. The girl didn't say anything as she burrowed her face into his chest, and he sighed. "I believe we have Jareth tormenting Sarah to watch."

"I'll make more popcorn!" Hayley said.

"Kettle corn," Davina mumbled against his chest.

"Of course," Hayley snorted.

"Come on, D," he said as he pulled her to the couch. She collapsed beside him again and snuggled up into his side, he pulled the blanket over her and draped an arm around her shoulders as he sighed. He wondered if being a father would be like this, if he and Rebekah had been together if they had taken in some kids, if they could've had this. Davina held onto him tightly as she made herself unbelievably small against him. Hayley reappeared a few minutes later with a massive bowl of kettle corn and some Dr. Peppers. She offered him a beer as she sat on the other side of Davina, he accepted as they started the movie.

The wolf toyed with strands of Davina's hair as they all sat together. Davina fell asleep at the end of the movie, completely dead to the world and he sighed.

"I haven't seen her this peaceful," Marcel murmured.

"Sounds like she's been running herself ragged trying to fix problems we don't even know about," Hayley admitted. "Must be a lot to process, waking up in a sixteen-year-old body after growing up and living life."

"She seems to have a handle on that," Marcel admitted as he moved a few strands of hair from her face.

"Makes you wonder though," Hayley admitted. "How is she really handling it, torn from her family, her love, her life, and back at the beginning. I think I'd go insane seeing people I loved but couldn't just go to," Hayley admitted.

"I think D's collecting us though, her people, the people she loves," he said softly. "She ran straight here for reasons I can't fathom."

"Her people," Hayley said softly. "I never had people," Hayley admitted then which had Marcel looking up at the young wolf. She was a handful of years older than Davina was now, probably twenty-one or twenty-two.

"You have people now," he informed her. "You're good people, Hayley, Davina obviously loves you and you could be my people."

"Aren't werewolves' and vampires' mortal enemies?" she snorted in amusement.

"I'm a vampire father of a time travelling teenage witch," he chuckled. "I think all the rules are broken where family is concerned. Davina loves you, and she loves me, which makes us people."

"I like that, people," she smiled. "I always wanted a pack," she said softly. "A place to belong, people, Davina said she'd help me get my pack back, after she took care of things here."

"I think she will, Davina's… Davina's Davina," he admitted as he carefully maneuvered the girl into his arms.

"I'll clean up," Hayley decided.

"I'll get her to bed, you go to bed too," he ordered.

"Yes dad," Hayley rolled her eyes and he chuckled as he went up the stairs.

"Kol?" Davina whispered in his neck.

"No, sweetie, you got Marcel," he promised her. He carefully tucked her in, she grumbled as she shifted and rolled onto her side as she burrowed herself under the covers. "I love you, D, sweet dreams," he whispered as he left her and turned out the light.

"Too quiet," she muttered in her sleep and he snorted as he shut the door to go to his room.