I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Hayley was reluctant to come to the imposing house, and she growled as she curled over Davina's prone form, she couldn't disagree about coming to a place no one would look for Davina, but she didn't want to be here. The perky blonde baby vampire opened the door and Hayley got out of the car.

"I got you," the blonde stated.

Hayley was reluctant but the chirpy vampire was careful with Davina.

"She's shivering so hard," Caroline muttered.

Hayley was yanking open the doors and she shut them before she started following Kol's scent trail up the stairs. It didn't take her much to find Kol's room, it was filled with a few unpacked steamer trunks and a coupled of crates and boxes. Kol's scent was safety to Hayley, given what she knew he meant to Davina, so she was holing up here. No one was prying her or Davina out of here until Kol came back or Marcel did.

"Put her on the bed," Hayley instructed as the witch and vampire walked in with Davina. Caroline was careful about putting Davina down, Hayley tensed scenting blood and burnt skin which had her looking at the massive coffee stain on Davina's shirt. Carefully lifting the material, she hissed at the sight of the sticky wound.

"I'll get the first aid kit!" the blonde chirped.

Hayley was up and, in the dresser, yanking out one of Kol's shirts as she came back.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Bonnie asked nervously as Hayley pulled the shirt off of Davina.

"Towels, lots of them," Hayley ordered. "Some damp ones, and dry," she said as she inspected the burn. It wasn't too terrible, but it wasn't pretty. Bonnie reappeared with the towels and Hayley got to work cleaning up the wound.

"I heard you needed first aid," a crisp voice stated. "I was a nurse," Hayley glanced up as a new blonde appeared. She scented of Kol, and Mikaelsons as a whole.

"It's not that bad," Hayley admitted.

The blonde shooed her off Davina's wound and started working efficiently. "Darling, in the closet is a button up shirt, that'll be more comfortable to get her into." The blonde stated which had Hayley darting over to grab the shirt, she grabbed the first one she saw and came back.

Helping the vampire get Davina in the shirt, then tucked into Kol's bed, Hayley then crawled onto the bed and curled up beside Davina as she glared at the other teens who came near them. Davina was still shivering violently but she seemed completely unconscious. There was a bruise on Davina's temple which made Hayley extremely unhappy and had her carefully pulling her fingers through the younger woman's hair to see what other damages had been done to her. Other than a few bruises and the burn, Hayley couldn't find anything else wrong with Davina.

It was when her phone rang in her back pocket that she noticed she was completely alone with Davina in the room.

"Hello?"

"Hey D," Marcel's voice cheered.

"It's Hayley," she answered softly as she nestled into a pillow and kept her eyes on the door.

"Hayley!?"

"Davina's hurt, we're at the Mikaelsons," she murmured.

"I'll be there in fifteen," he ended the call.

Hayley draped her arm around Davina's smaller frame as she watched the door for a threat. Part of her wanted to poke around the room so steeped in Kol's scent, but the other part of her was unwilling to leave Davina. Irrational as it was, in the last two days she had grown more attached to this young witch than she ever had to any of her foster families, adoptive parents, or any pack she had run with. Her inner wolf was snarling for blood, but also refused to leave Davina to fend for herself, Davina was Hayley's pack, and that realization startled Hayley to the bone.

Davina let out a pained whimper which had Hayley looking at the younger woman again, moving her hair aside as she studied Davina's face for signs of discomfort or obvious pain.

The sooner Kol or Marcel got here the happier Hayley would be. She tightened her grasp on Davina and watched the door more intently as her ears strained for sounds outside of her little bubble of safety.

"No," Davina whimpered.

"Davina?" Hayley whispered.

"No! No! Kol! Make it stop! Make it stop!" Davina let out an ear-piercing scream as she arched in the bed, windows shattering as power seemed to erupt from her core. "It's too much! Make it stop!"

"Shit!" Hayley yelped as she held onto Davina harder, winds nearly tore Hayley from the bed as books flew from the shelves and Kol's knickknacks flew into the air with shards of glass. Thunder rumbled overhead as lightning swirled.

"Want to tell me what you're doing in my bloody house?" Rebekah demanded as she turned on the two girls she loathed almost as much as the doppelgänger who merely existed to make life difficult. "Why'd you bring that little tart to my home?"

Caroline and the witch both looked at each other sheepishly and then at her nervously.

"That's Davina," Bonnie stated.

"I know who she is! What is that little witch doing in my house!?" Rebekah snarled menacingly as she stepped towards the girl.

"Katherine abducted her, we saved her, Klaus said to come here," Caroline defended. "And she's not a little homewrecker, she's been a lot of help with Bonnie's magic!"

Just then there was an explosive force which had the other two screaming in surprise, Rebekah flinching as glass tore through her skin. The house seemed to rattle and the earth shattered rupturing everything glass near her as she was thrown through a wall into the room across the hall. Rebekah barely managed to keep her head from being rattled around as thunder boomed with concussing force in the air.

"Great Thor," Rebekah gasped as she caught herself sheltered behind a bookshelf as the winds rattled the inside of the house. "What the bloody hell was that!?"

"Davina!" Bonnie shouted over the winds which now tore through the house. "She's channeling too much power!"

"How do we get it to stop!?" Rebekah screamed as furniture was flying now and a bad smashed into the wall.

"Let me… try something," Bonnie gasped, and Rebekah rushed to the witch's side to block a barrage of flying books from crashing into the girl. Bonnie was gripping the trunk hard as she started chanting, which had her eyes rolling back in her head.

Davina screamed in agony as she tried to keep the rush of power out of her system, trying to beat it back with the magic she already had as she could feel the Harvest tearing through her veins. These spirits wanted the connection, they wanted her to connect, to be theirs, and her own Ancestors could be heard through the planes trying to keep it all back, to keep her isolated.

"Make it STOP!" she pleaded as she tried to claw at the power coursing through her veins. "Kol!" she screeched for her husband to have him tell her how to make it stop. It was all swirling around her, ripping her apart as it fought for connection and to keep it all back.

Sobbing she curled in on herself as she tried to think through the agony and never-ending chaos trying to tear her apart.

"Davina?" a soft voice spoke.

"Make it stop, make it stop!" she pleaded as she gripped her head. Never, not even her first time had she felt so out of control and contorted.

"Davina!" the voice was louder.

"Please, please," she sobbed. "Make it stop!" she begged as she felt the fire within her coming out of control.

"Davina Claire!" a hand appeared before her. "Let me help," the voice demanded.

Davina was gasping for air as she trembled before her hand grabbed the offered and Bonnie Bennett materialized before her. Hundreds of ancestors and spirits suddenly stopped tearing through her as she collapsed in the plane and tried to breath. The four Harvest Girls from Davina's time; Jessica, Amy, Stephanie, and Anna Marie, there were the other Harvest Girls from now; Cassie, Abigail, and Monique, then a young man Davina didn't recognize, and all were right behind Bonnie who was gripping her hand hard.

"Just… focus on me," the young witch panted.

"It hurts," Davina whimpered as she curled in on herself still feeling the power of the Harvest slashing through her blood. This was worse than the time Freya had killed her, she screamed as it felt like fire was racing up her spine then.

"Davina!" Bonnie shouted.

"Make it stop, make it stop! Please!" she sobbed as she felt bloody tears slipping from her lashes. "Please…"

Bonnie didn't know what was wrong with Davina having connected with Davina's spirit, ancestors and spirits were swirling around Davina like a wild hurricane, a violent, powerful hurricane all happening within Davina's soul competing for connection and power.

"Kol, make it stop," she was sobbing.

"Davina," a young man. "I choose you. Let us help you." He held out his hands for Davina, but Bonnie noticed Davina was in too much pain to take the hands as she clutched her head.

"Focus on us," another girl with a bob of blonde hair appeared. "We are together."

"Here," the exotic girl stood beside Bonnie then and held out her hand for Davina and Bonnie. "Let us take the power," the girl said.

"We are here for you," the pixie cut brunette said.

Bonnie looked at the sobbing form of Davina and at the three girls holding hands before she reached up and took the hands of the girls. The other four girls circled around the group, hand in hand. Slowly Bonnie reached out to take the hand of the exotic girl, she gasped as she felt a connection of power which raced from Davina through her and towards the girls which seemed dispelled as the girls also ceased to be. Davina gasped for air as she collapsed, blood staining her face. Bonnie sat upon her knees on the Other Side as Davina lay there shivering violently and a hundred witches materialized.

"She's the best of us, you cannot have her, not yet." The young, blue eyed man spoke softly.

"Who are you?" Bonnie asked as she felt blood slipping from her nose.

"Do not take her, not yet, she is not for your ancestors, she is ours. We have selected her," the other girls said as they reappeared over Davina then.

"What is…?" Bonnie asked.

"Do not think to steal her to your ancestors," the brunette with a bob cut warned. "She is ours still."

"Do not send your ancestors to her again," the exotic girl warned as Bonnie felt her connection wane. "She is not yours, not yet. It is not your time to take her."

Bonnie let go of Davina's hand then and gasped as she awoke in the living world and scrambled back from where she was sitting as she tasted the dribble of blood on her lips.

"It's over," Rebekah said.

"Davina," Bonnie scrambled up and ran from the room she was into the other room. Hayley was crouched over Davina who was slumped back against the pillows, bloody cheeks, and nose and utterly still.

"What the hell was that!?" Hayley snarled as Bonnie walked in.

"Her ancestors and mine were fighting over her," Bonnie panted as she caught the end of the bed and held herself upright.

"That's a lot of power," Bonnie admitted as she heaved a breath and sat on the end of the bed.

"You got it to stop?" Hayley asked warily.

"I think so," she nodded. "Kol might know more, but I think for now I've gotten Davina's soul settled, which will settle her power."

"You're sure?"

"No, I don't… I haven't connected with the spirits in a while, this was my first solo attempt to just connect with another living being," she explained.

Hayley nodded as she grabbed a rag to clean up Davina.

"D!" a voice shouted through the house. Bonnie looked up just as a new man appeared, he was tall, dark, handsome and his features were contorted in a look of abject fury and concern as he looked at them.

"Who the hell are you!?" he snarled.

"She helped Davina," Hayley spoke up before the man moved towards her.

"Why are we here!?" he demanded.

"Davina was kidnapped this morning from the cabin, Klaus suggested safety in regrouping here, where whoever took her wouldn't look," Hayley answered.

"D," the man almost seemed to teleport over to Davina which had Bonnie jumping a little in shock. He was a vampire; she hadn't expected it.

"She's unconscious," Hayley murmured as she continued cleaning Davina's face.

"We can't leave her here, it's too cold," he stated.

"Don't move her!" Bonnie shouted as she twisted around to them. "I… I kind of don't know what I did, don't move her! Not until I talk to Kol, he probably knows what I did and if she'll be alright."

"Well, well, darling, I was wondering when you'd join the party," Kol drawled out as the vampire finally started to come around. She groaned as she rolled her head to look up at him, he flashed her a smile and she looked beyond him to the ones behind him.

"And who are you?" the vampire grumbled as she cracked her neck to work out the kinks no doubt.

"Kol, fourth son of Mikael." He took great glee as her face paled drastically and she tensed; her eyes darted around frantically.

"You're lying," she answered. "He's in a box."

"'Fraid not, darling," he mused merrily as he stood and wrapped the chain in his hand.

"Now, it appears you know of me, but I don't know you," he drawled. "It is only polite to be introduced to one's enemies before they kill them."

"Her name is Katerina Petrova," Klaus' voice drawled behind him.

"I don't believe I was speaking to you, brother," he warned Klaus with a low growl. Klaus rolled his eyes, but also looked wary, which pleased Kol greatly to know he had his brother on edge as he turned his attention back to the woman.

"Now, darling, your name," he drawled out.

The woman looked at him nervously then at Klaus.

"Katherine Pierce," she whispered.

"Very good," he nodded. "Now, Katherine, or do you prefer Katie? It gets all so bloody confusing in this millennium as no one goes by their actual bloody name," he mused cavalierly.

"It's just Katherine," she uncertainly informed him.

"Very well, darling. What were you doing with my witch?"

"I… I wasn't doing anything, I found her here!" she started.

Kol yanked open the slat, she screeched in agony as the sun seared her skin and then he shut it. She was gasping as she slouched over in the chair, she had captured Davina in and was trembling violently as she tried to catch her breath.

"What were you doing with my witch?" he repeated as he toyed with her daylight ring before her eyes.

"I… wasn't doing anything," she whimpered looking frantically at the ring in his hand then at her own hand.

He yanked open the slat. "See, there's nothing more inconvenient than a liar," he drawled as she screamed, the smoke started curling from her skin before he shut it.

"What were you doing with my witch?" he demanded again, keeping his tone casual and aloof.

"Please…" she whimpered. "Have mercy."

"Kol doesn't," Klaus said before he could respond. "Kol is…" his brother started but trailed off with a wicked smile.

"I'm the worst of the worst, darling," he said as he flashed her a charming smile, which was all teeth. "Now, what were you doing with my witch?"

"Please don't," she whimpered. He yanked open the slat again and she howled.

"Come now, darling, we haven't got all day" he drawled out lazily as he examined her ring. "What were you doing with my witch?" he shut the slat as she slumped whimpering in the seat.

"I… I was going to find the cure," she gasped.

"What were you doing with my witch?" he repeated as he came to attention now, dropping his façade of being casual and relaxed as he yanked open the slat, she screeched.

"That's enough," Stefan started towards him.

"Back off!" Kol snarled as he bore his fangs and let his true face show which had all of them flinching as he shut the slat again.

"What were you doing with my witch?" he repeated.

"I… I was going to stop her," Katherine whispered. "Or have her take me to the cure, to Silas."

"Why?" he demanded as he came to crouch before her, examining her face for lies carefully. He moved to open the slat again.

"No!" she gasped. "I… I was… was going to use the cure to barter my freedom!"

He yanked the slat open again which had her screaming before he shut it. "Why."

"I've been running for five hundred years," she growled through gritted teeth. "I want my freedom!"

"Mmm," he hummed. "Why are you seeking Silas' cure?"

"I want my freedom," she repeated, but then screeched as he yanked the slat open. Kol stood, stepping out of the smoke as he went to lean on the wall, watching the vampire writhe in agony. She was screaming and arching against the pain as the smoke started more intensely curling off her.

"Stop!" Damon shouted.

"Back off," he snarled again as dropped the slat, the Salvatore brothers jumped back. "Silas, what do you know?" he demanded.

"I…" she started, and he moved to open the slat. "No! I… they won't stop, they want her humanity back!"

"Who's."

"Elena's," she admitted.

"Who are you working with?" he asked.

"N-No one…" she stammered.

He yanked the slat open which had her screaming again. He waited until he could smell her flesh sizzling before he shut it again.

"It won't do to lie to me! Who are you working with?" he demanded.

"Shane…" she whispered. "I… I have a hunter too," she whimpered.

"Do they know about my witch?" he demanded.

She shook her head.

"Very good, darling," he drawled out.

"Please…" she whimpered. "Please…" she gasped.

"What?"

"Just… please, let me go," she pleaded as tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Kol," Klaus started.

"You desire your freedom?" Kol asked as he walked towards her.

"Yes," she whispered. "Please, please, I promise… I'll leave and never return, just please," she whimpered as she cried.

"As you wish, darling," he stated icily as he yanked open the slat again.

"What!? NO!" she howled as she burned, screaming, and sobbing. He waited until the screams stopped and the fire was going well before he left, the brothers were stunned, and Klaus looked startled as he jogged up out of the little torture chamber. The run to Klaus' house didn't take him long though he was startled at all the shattered glass over the driveway and littering everywhere.

"Davina?" he called out as he entered the house.

"You crazy bastard!" Rebekah appeared. "You just had to find the one bloody witch with too much power to contain!" she shouted as she came at him.

Her words had him stiffening, moving Bekah out of his path, he raced up the stairs and threw open the doors to his claimed room where Davina was laying in his bed with Marcel and Hayley hovering over her and the Bennett witch sat on the end of the bed.

"What happened?" he demanded as he heard Davina's heart beating and scented her blood.

"I… I connected with her on the ancestral plane, I don't know if what I did hurt her or helped," Bonnie admitted.

"She won't wake up," Marcel said. Kol dropped the dress he hadn't noticed he was still holding as he came over to Davina. She was limply sprawled out, there were traces of bloody tears on her cheeks and a bloody nose.

"What the hell happened to her!?" Marcel demanded grabbing his jacket and shaking him. "She was fine this morning!"

"I'm guessing too much power and forced connections from the ancestors today," he said shrugging off Marcel's hands as he reached over to Davina's face.

"Sorry, love," he whispered honestly as he let his mind open to hers' and he entered her dreamscape where her soul would be resting.