I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina woke feeling for her husband, unsettled by the quiet. Reluctantly she peeled an eye open, wincing at the filtered morning light through a crack in the curtains. Grumbling she rubbed her eyes looking for Kol before collapsing in her pillow again as it hit her that he wasn't here. Unable to go back to sleep she got up, grabbing a quilt from the end of the bed she wrapped it around herself and slipped down the stairs quietly.

"I know, but you can't kill him, just send him to manage the Nineth Ward," Marcel said into the phone. Davina smiled as she grabbed a cup of coffee and slipped out onto the back porch before sitting.

"No, don't tell the witches a thing, keep the restrictions in place," Marcel continued. "That was probably Kol, warn Katie to forget him," Marcel stated.

Davina blew on the coffee as she sipped it tentatively. Black coffee wasn't her favorite, but she wasn't up for getting the crème or anything. Instead, she watched the river as she woke up a bit.

"I'm sure, he's not a threat for now," he stated. "Yeah, look, just keep it under wraps, he didn't run into anyone but Katie so I wouldn't get the crew riled up about a Mikaelson being in town, he's not there now," he explained.

"Right, look, keep me posted, I'll meet with Kieran myself next week."

Davina smiled to herself remembering that Kieran was alive, she had forgotten about the kind priest. He used to come up to the attic with food, or board games, he would talk to her about her powers and try to connect with her. As a teenager she had never let that be reciprocated, but she had thought him kind.

"Yeah, Thierry, I'm sure the girl is safe, if the witches press the matter, hang a few of them out for display," he stated. "And stress Katie should forget Kol."

"Okay, I'll wait for the email on the reports, thanks brother," he said as he hung up and joined her.

"You are causing a stir, my girl," he chuckled.

"I know," she admitted tiredly.

"What was it like the first time?" he asked her.

"Worse," she murmured as she rubbed her brow. "I let you use me to keep the witches in line, I have so much raw power right now that I could feel all of the magic, where it's going, and I could see who was using it. You slaughtered the witches," she explained softly.

"Was that a bad thing?"

"No, but it wasn't their fault," she admitted. "The ancestors were, are, corrupted. And the living witches were, are, angry, and someone preyed on that, which made them lash out harder and push my coven to hunt me down harder."

"The ancestors were corrupted?" he asked sitting beside her.

"Yes. I don't think what I'll do will solve that, but I think it'll help."

"How do you know they were corrupted."

"My best friend, Monique Deveraux, she came back from the Harvest, not right… None of them came back right," she whispered honestly. Abigail and Cassie might not have been Davina's best friends in the whole world but the warped, cruel, devout, psychotic crusaders they had been turned into had not been the girls Davina had grown up with. "A very powerful witch on the Other Side is causing trouble, she's stirring up hatred and advocating cruelty," she explained. "She corrupted the Harvest for her own gain and purpose."

"How so?"

"The Harvest is as I told you, we get a cut on the hand and are sent into a deep meditative state similar to a sleeping state, to commune with the Ancestors, we are sent to the Other Side to learn," she explained. "Our powers grow, and we are bestowed the favor of our Ancestors, we are given three hundred years of power, it would make the four Harvest Girls the most powerful witches of the Coven, and probably all of New Orleans, there's few witches who possess that sort of power on the living plane as it is, and it's not Expression or Black Magic either, it's our own power.

"There's a witch right now who is so full of hatred, and anger that she is stirring up powers that were long since dormant. She communed with our Elders and changed the sacrifice from a rite of passage to a life sacrifice, which is not something my coven performs. She took that opportunity to plant other members of the Ancestors to our plane, the plane of the living, to further her agenda while she stole the body of my friend, Cassie, so she could be on this side of the veil. She then found two other witches, a dear friend of mine and another boy, and she took their bodies to bring her sons over so they could rain havoc upon the living while she prepared to distort reality to get out of a deal she had made with her sister, and attempted to kill an innocent newborn baby," Davina stated. "My Coven, the one I grew up in, the one I believed in, the one I would've died for, have died for, does not kill innocent babies for any reason, we do not practice sacrificial magic, and human sacrifice is the Blackest of Black Magic and isn't something my Coven ever practiced before that witch."

"D, that's a lot."

"When I woke up in that attic, again, I decided I'd stop her." Davina looked at him. "I didn't come here for Silas, or any of the other stuff I'm now here for, I came for her, because I'm going to find her on the Other Side and I'm going to send her to hell before I allow the Harvest to be completed. And I came straight here because I need Kol's help to do that."

"How'd you get roped into the Silas thing?" Marcel asked her.

"Kol asked for my help," she shrugged.

"You just do whatever he asks?"

"No, but even I know of Silas, and I completely agree with Kol's stance on Silas, so… Silas is going to die before I deal with the witch I came here to kill."

"I just want it on the record, I hate Kol and I don't trust him with you," Marcel said. "That's all I have to say to it, and now, I need to leave town for the morning, I need blood."

"Okay, I'm going to meet Kol at the Mikaelson house when he gets into town, I need to tear a few answers from the professor's head, and I have lessons with Bonnie after that."

"Bonnie?"

"Bennett, she's a witch in town who was taught Expression, I'm trying to wane her off it, I offered to teach her Ancestral Magic because it's the fastest way to reconnect with the spirits," Davina admitted with a large yawn.

"Just stay safe." He ordered before squeezing her shoulder. "D, you know you can talk to me, about all of this, any of it."

"I…" she started but cut herself off.

"I might not get this weird, but our world is pretty weird."

"I'll think about it. There are things because of the time thing, I can't ever tell you," she stated.

"I figured, but you shouldn't feel alone," he replied as he left her.

Davina didn't argue with that as she sipped her coffee and watched the sunlight glittering over the river. It was so peaceful here, surprising to think that the world was on the brink of hell on earth if things didn't go how she wanted them to.

There was a sound which had her looking around as she set aside her coffee and stood up looking around carefully. A woosh had her gasping as she felt the muting effects of some herbs, which had her gripping the railing as the world wavered. She was struggling to keep upright when Elena appeared in front of her.

"You're coming with me," Elena snapped as she grabbed Davina. Davina collapsed as she felt the last of her magic completely mute and the herbs take full effect, the last thing she felt was the burning of coffee on her shirt as she collapsed against the small table.

Kol pulled up to Klaus' mansion and got out as he started unloading things and taking them up to his space in the house. Bex and Klaus were out, though where he didn't know, which didn't concern him.

"This is Davina, you know what to do at the beep," her voice rang through the phone, and he sighed.

"This is the fifth call I've made to you, love, please answer the bloody phone."

He hung up and continued unpacking. Once that was done, he checked on Shane before pulling out his phone again.

Dialing Davina's number again he waited.

"Hello?" a new voice greeted him.

"Where's Davina?" he demanded sharply.

"I don't know, I just woke up," Hayley yawned. "I thought she was with you."

"No, I've been calling her. I just got back; she's supposed to be here."

"Let me… Kol?" Hayley whispered.

"What?"

"You need to get here," she said softly. "Fast," she ordered.

Kol hung up as he darted out of the house, it didn't take him long to get to Marcel's cabin, he skidded to the front door.

"Hey!" he shouted.

"Back here!" Hayley called out. He came to the back porch and saw the spilt coffee and discarded blanket as well as the knocked over table.

"Davina?" he whispered to himself as he started scanning the surrounding area. "Bloody Hell," he muttered as he dragged his hands through his hair. "Fuck!" he hissed.

"What's this?" Hayley demanded which had his attention snapping towards the wolf holding up her fingers. Kol frowned as he crouched down, bringing her fingers to his nose.

"That's a muting herb," he admitted as he looked at the other remains on the porch woods. Dampening his fingers on his tongue he picked up some of the dustings and tasted it, spitting it out he hissed. He could taste the sour herbs for muting, as well as the sedatives used in the powder. Whoever used this knew what they were doing.

"It's an herb to render the victim unconscious," he stated.

"Does it require magic?"

"To a human these are harmless, to a witch, not so much," he answered. "No, it doesn't require magic to make or use this compound either, the right herbs, when mixed properly will react to the witch's magic upon contact with the witch. Grind these herbs into a fine powder, blow it in her face, her magic reacts, and the results are the same, unconscious, powerless witch."

"Who would use this?"

"My family," he muttered. "Where's Marcel?" Kol demanded.

"He left a note saying he was going on a blood run," Hayley said holding up the note.

Kol stormed the house, he went straight to where Davina's scent was strongest, the unmade bed greeted him, as well as some discarded clothes. He yanked opened the draws, saw that her clothes were still neat and orderly, he yanked open her closet and saw dress she had angrily balled up in her duffle; emotional connection was the only thing he noted before grabbing it he started down the stairs.

"Where is she?" Hayley demanded.

"Someone took her, I'm getting a witch to find her," he stated as he started for the door.

"Give me a minute, I'm coming with you."

"I don't…"

"Chances are whoever took her didn't do it alone, and you're going to need a tracker, I'm the best," Hayley snapped.

"Hurry up," he ordered briskly as he pulled out his phone and dialed Nik's number.

Nik answered on the third ring.

"Well, if it isn't the happy, homicidal maniac," Nik cheered with faux joy.

"Let me be clear: if so much as a hair is out of place on her head when I find her, if she is harmed in any way, shape or form, even if it's a mere scraped knee, I will take it as an act of war and I will decimate the world you have created, do you understand me, brother?"

"Kol…"

"You don't want to play games with me Nik, not about Silas. Give her back and all will be forgiven," he warned darkly.

"What are you talking about?" Klaus demanded.

"You have an hour, then I'll be wherever you stashed her, and you better pray she's in perfect condition," he snapped and hung up as Hayley appeared. They both hurried to the car, he slid into the passenger's seat.

"Where we going?" she demanded.

"To get the town witch," he snapped.

"High school, I don't do teen drama," she stated as she turned over her engine and they roared out of the driveway.

Bonnie was at lunch; it was sunny outside and despite the winter's weak sunlight she wanted the sun on her face. Since Davina had reconnected her to nature and the spirits everything just felt… more, and better, purer even. She loved it. She looked forward to feeling her magic and using it again, it wasn't dragged out of this place she didn't know existed, it was pure again.

"You scream and Kol will massacre the class," a voice announced which had her snapping over to the wolf chick Caroline vehemently hated.

"What?"

"You are coming with me, you're going to do it with no fuss, and no mess, we're going to go quietly to the car and you're going to get in. You're going to give me your phone and we're going to stroll out of here real nice and quiet," the woman stated as she grabbed Bonnie's arm with bruising force. "You try any magic on me, and Kol will end your classmates."

"What's going on?" Bonnie whimpered as she stumbled with in the wolf's grasp. Despite the woman's lithe build, she was dangerously strong, nearly as strong as Caroline's vampire strength.

"Someone's taken Davina, you're going to help us find her," she snarled menacingly.

They made it to the parking lot and Kol opened the door of the car, the wolf shoved her into the passenger seat before Kol was seated behind her.

"Who's taken Davina!?" Bonnie asked.

"From your reaction I'm guessing not your idiotic gang," Kol seethed.

"What!? No! We would never!" Bonnie sputtered. "I mean, Stefan, Damon and Elena don't like her, and Jeremy doesn't really have an opinion about her, but Caroline, Matt and I like her, and we would never let them hurt her!"

"You better pray that's the case," he snarled dangerously, and Bonnie flinched.

Klaus' intimidation wasn't like this, Klaus was like a wolf, he was upfront about his dangerous nature. Kol, in Bonnie's experience, was more like the fox, he was more cunning and clever, but right now, his feral nature was far more intimidating than any display of anger or hatred from Klaus. Klaus had a purpose behind his anger, a righteousness, Kol's struck Bonnie as wildly unpredictable, and uncontainable.

"We're going to Bonnie's ancestors, I'm going to teach you a little spell to find Davina," he growled. "Mislead us, and I'll let the wolf tear you apart, darling, and I would so hate to have to do that."

"I'm in a foul mood," the woman stated as she started her car. Bonnie shrunk in her seat, no amount of magic could or would save her from an Original and a wolf that was pissed, not when they were both this furious.

Caroline gaped as she saw Bonnie herded out by Tyler's wolf bitch, Hayley, to a car where Kol was standing there glowering murderously. She had never seen anyone look so furious, or angry, not Tyler nor Klaus had ever looked that murderous, and the wolf bitch looked just as livid as she marched Bonnie into a car. She struggled to pull out her phone and she dialed Stefan.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Hayley and Kol have taken Bonnie!" she squeaked.

"What!?"

"He just came in and took her with the help of Hayley and walked her out!" Caroline said as she ran for her car and got in to follow them.

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down Bonnie," he pleaded.

"I can't! they just took her, and they looked murderous!" Caroline explained.

"Where are they heading?"

"I don't know, I'm following them right now!"

"Where are you heading?"

"Out of town, like I'm going to the old plantation house that Bonnie's ancestors are at now!"

"What, why would they be going there?"

"I don't know!" she admitted. "Just get there!"

Davina groaned as she rolled her head, her neck was throbbing, it felt like there was a sharp, stabbing pain in it, the worst sort of kink to get and she looked around where she was. Trying to move she felt restrained which had her looking down at her hands, her wrists were bound in iron as were her ankles.

"Oh good, you're awake finally," Elena said.

"What am I doing here?" she groaned as she tried to crack her neck, wincing in pain as the kink dug deeper into her muscles, between her vertebra, and nerves.

"You're going to stop interfering," Elena snapped. "I need that cure, it's my leverage, and everything was working as planned!"

"You don't want the cure Elena," she sighed.

"I'm not that simpering, whiny brat," she stated with utter disdain which had Davina really taking her in. The hair was different, curlier, bigger, the eyes were harsher, and the way she looked was similar to how Elena looked, but not.

"You're insane," Davina stated.

"No, I'm not, that cure is my freedom, and my leverage. I won't have a little nobody witch getting between me and my freedom," she warned.

"What are you going to do to me?" Davina asked as she felt her magic, it was stagnant and dormant.

"I haven't decided yet," she admitted.

"Kol's coming," Davina snorted.

"Kol Mikaelson doesn't care about you," the woman snapped.

"True," Davina agreed with a humorless laugh. Davina smiled wickedly at the startled vampire's reaction before she sharpened her smile to mimic her husband's. "But he'll come for me. You should run while you can."

"Kol doesn't scare me!" she snarled.

"He should," Davina giggled. "He's the wildest of the Mikaelsons. Wilder than Klaus, and far more dangerous."

The woman trembled, whether in fear or fury Davina couldn't decide as she struggled against the drug that was now drowning her.