I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina was sitting on hers and Josh's bench when he seemed to materialize there, the jazz was playing, and the city was in full swing in true New Orleans fashion. Kol was lounging beside her, his arms draped over the back of the bench as he looked around.

"Interesting dream," he commented as they both lounged there.

"This is my favorite spot to think," she informed him softly.

He nodded. "Want to tell me what happened, love?"

"No," she admitted as she watched Monique, Cassie and Abigail strut by in her dream, arm in arm as they laughed and giggled. Jessica, Amy, Stephanie, and Anna Marie were playing hopscotch in the square, they were younger, more childish than when she'd met them on the Ancestral Plane. It was strange seeing them so vividly, she rarely thought of them because it hurt so badly when she did.

Abigail had never been a cruel bully kind of girl; she was rather gentle tempered and sweet by nature. Davina remembered envying Abigail's freedom in magic because she was so connected with air and wind. Abigail had been the first one of them to sneak out of the coven to hear music in a New Orleans jazz club, her mother had been livid.

Cassie had been the most fluid of them, in anything, things just flowed for her, she connected with her element and magic like a fish took to water. She was rather shy, but once she started talking, lord she couldn't be quiet. Cassie had smuggled in their first smut book into the coven, Davina remembered being so scandalized and laughing it off to be cool.

Monique, ever vibrant, steady, constant Monique, she had been twisted beyond any resemblance to the quirky, vibrant, hippy girl she had been. Monique had been her best friend, her daring friend, her competition, and her confidant. She still vividly remembered the first day Monique smuggled them coffee to try and how disgusting they thought it was as they threw up in Jane-Anne's prized roses.

"Davina," Kol drawled out.

"Kol," she retorted, and her eyes flicked over to him. He didn't have his infuriating smirk in place, merely a blank look she knew was his look of concern. "I can't connect with the ancestors here."

"But they want to connect," he pointed out.

"I can't do it," she stated again. "I'm still very connected to New Orleans, and I'm already channeling way more power than I should, connection with more ancestors, or spirits will drive me insane," she admitted honestly.

"Why can't you connect?" he asked curiously.

"I've already told you," she sighed softly.

"Want to tell me what happened?" he offered.

"They found me, they were overreacting, and suddenly they were connecting with my power, not the power I am channeling, and it was too much force, the powers I'm channeling reacted poorly."

"Why are they trying to connect with you?"

"I taught Bonnie to consecrate and helped Bonnie dig them all up so they could be, my guess, they think I'm supposed to be in the coven, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"After I've completed my list, I will be leaving my coven," she answered. Either by death or life choices, she was leaving, and she was leaving a note for her younger self to leave just in case it was sixteen-year-old her who came back and not her as she was. "I can't do covens, I don't want that connection in my life ever again, and I don't want my powers to be abused by the Other Side. I won't connect with Bonnie's ancestors; I barely allow mine to connect with me. That rejection, I'm guessing it created the conflict and I couldn't control it."

"Why are you leaving your coven?" he asked sharply.

"I'm tired of being used," she answered simply. "I'm tired of be lied to and manipulated for personal gain, and… they did unforgivable things," she admitted.

"Like?"

"Try to kill an innocent baby."

He nodded. "Unforgivable," he agreed. It always amused Davina what Kol considered unforgivable given his reputation. "I need you to wake up, Davina Claire."

"Why?"

"Because you need to, love," he answered softly. "We need to make sure you can ."

"Oh," she sighed as she saw dream Josh jogging towards her with Aiden. "That's a shame, I kind of like this dream."

"You'll have better ones, love, just show us you can wake," he murmured. He was gone and she sighed as she closed her eyes and let the dream she had escaped to disappear.

Groaning she opened her eyes, wincing at the sunlight filtering in before she tried to roll away from it. The searing pain in her side had her whimpering as she pulled her arms over her head.

"D!" Marcel's voice exclaimed with so much relief that she peered under her arm at him.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Davina Claire," Kol said appearing then as he removed her arm from her face. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Bitch spilt my coffee," she grumbled as she shivered against the cold. There was a bark of laughter from Kol, while Marcel sagged against the bed with relief.

"You have to stop scaring me like that, D," Marcel ordered.

"No promises; need to kill Silas and take care of a few scary things," she admitted tiredly.

"What the hell happened to my house!?" a voice boomed.

Davina snorted then as she rolled into the pillow. "Oops," she mused.

"Oops!? Oops!? That's all you have to say!?" Hayley laughed.

"I've done worse," she muttered into the pillow before she stretched. Hissing in pain as her side reminded her of the spilt coffee before she slowly pushed herself up again.

"Worse!? How could this get any worse!?" Klaus appeared looking livid as he glared murderously at her group.

"I've got enough power to destroy a city right now, this is tame compared to what I could do," she admitted with a yawn. Stretching her hands in front of her she blinked as sleeves flew over her hands to hide them. Now she looked down and saw her haphazardly dressed in a men's shirt, which wasn't properly buttoned and hung off her shoulder.

"Why does it feel like I ate cotton?" she asked as she looked at her husband for answers.

"Side effect of the herbs she used," he answered.

"How are you feeling?" Bonnie asked her then.

"Like I got struck by lightning and bounced around in Katrina again," she muttered honestly as she slowly got to her feet.

"Easy love," Kol said as Marcel caught her.

"Who the hell took me?" she demanded.

"Someone very dead, when I get my hands on them," Marcel snarled lowly.

"She's a little crispy, you might want a ouija board as well," Kol remarked.

"Still doesn't answer the 'who'," Davina admitted as Marcel let her go and she stood on unsteady feet, dragging a hand through her hair as she peered at the concerned faces around her.

"Her name was Katerina Petrova," Klaus announced as he came into the fray, he towered over her and looked at her with intense blue eyes. "She was never supposed to die," he growled at Kol.

"I don't have time for head games," Kol dismissed.

"You always have time for games."

"Until I learn you lot were trying to unleash the bloody end of time upon us!" he roared at Klaus. "I cannot stress enough that this! This is not a game! Silas is not some magical cure for our mother's curse, and not a bloody solution, but as I'm surrounded by imbeciles who'd rather go mess with things they shouldn't, things they have forgotten to fear with time. If anyone should know better about the eternalness which we face, and the powers which can obliterate the world, it should be you of all people Nik! I should go kill the Gilbert kid right now and end this preposterous hunt now!"

"Kol!" Davina snapped which had him whirling around to tower over her. "I'm helping! Don't do something stupid, reckless and impulsive," she warned.

He snarled as he bore his fangs and came to loom over her, veins snaking over his face. "Do not tell me what to do, love."

"Then don't act like a reckless idiot." She warned as she folded her arms to hold her ground. "I'm helping with the Silas problem. We work the problem; together, acting like this isn't working the problem."

He glared but didn't retort which was a win in her book.

"Who was Katerina Petrova?" she asked peering around Kol to look at Klaus who was looking between her and Kol with a curious expression on his face. Davina never liked that look on Klaus' face; it usually meant she was in for some sort of unwanted trouble from her brother-in-law's antics; which had her tempted to throw him out of a window on principle.

"She was a vampire who was a doppelgänger, her blood when human was of use to magical property," he said. "She could be used to cast strong magic."

"Mmm," Davina nodded. She had studied doppelgängers once when she was a child, curious about what sort of magic it would take to make them. It was usually tied to blood curses, which was why blood curses were some of the hardest to break. "Elena's a doppelgänger," Davina deduced.

"She was," Kol replied. "She's not anymore."

"Vampirism," Davina replied. "Doesn't mean her blood doesn't hold magical properties, just means that it's nulled or dormant right now. Why would Katerina want me?"

"She was going to use you as leverage or to find the bloody cure," Kol answered swiftly as he started prowling his room. He always moved with ease and grace, but it was predatory and dangerous.

"Who was she working with?"

"Shane," he answered swiftly. "And a hunter, which means people probably will come seeking you out," he said as he pointed at her.

"Let them," Davina shrugged as Marcel's arm came to wrap around her. "We still need to perform the spell on Shane. Which we're doing after I have a cup of coffee."

"You're not doing anything, D, we're going to get you out of town!" Marcel stressed.

"I'm helping Kol with Silas, you are free to run away if you're scared," she countered. "After coffee though. Fucking Katerina Petrova spilt my coffee!" she muttered sourly as she started picking her way through the glass on the floor.

"A grievous offense." Kol mused sarcastically.

"You need blood," she snapped. "You're getting snappy," she pointed out as she walked into the hallway.

"I am not!"

"You are," she retorted.

"I am not!" he insisted.

"You're a child, just get your blood while I get coffee, then we'll go interrogate Shane," she insisted.

"You need to stop bossing me about, love," he pointed out as they walked down the stairs.

"I wouldn't be so bossy if you listened to me."

"And why would I ever do that?" he demanded teasingly.

"Cause I'm adorable and right," she preened.

"You are?"

"Always," she batted her lashes as he guided her towards the kitchen, she was careful to not shred her bare feet on the shattered glass.

"I really did all this?" she whispered.

"Impressive really, normally take a few years before my family destroys one of Nik's homes," he shrugged. "I commend you."

"I didn't bring the roof down!"

"Yet, darling."

"No, I haven't," she insisted.

"Yet. I'm surprised you don't lose control with how jittery you must be on coffee," he declared as he started prepping his blood and handed her the coffee and creamer from the fridge.

"Little secret, no caffeine, no function, no magic," she stated dryly as she made her cup of coffee, flicking her wrist to remove the shattered glass from her vicinity as she prepared her coffee. Rubbing her brow, she bit back the headache of the day by sheer force of will as she leaned over the counter.

"You alright, darling?" he asked, and she glanced over her shoulder at him.

"I'm fine," she lied. "Just feeling the aftereffects of that much connection."

"First time, that ever happen?" he asked as he sipped the blood bag.

"No," she admitted. "But I was also hated by the ancestors."

Stefan stared at Katerina's smoldering body, and he couldn't believe it, he had watched her burn and he still couldn't believe it, she was dead.

"Holy hell," Damon muttered as they both stared at her.

They had known she was running from the Originals; Elijah had never seemed an active threat against her, but they both knew Klaus wanted her dead. They hadn't thought that Kol would be the one to do it. Stefan knew nothing about Kol admittedly, he knew that Rebekah had described him a wily old fox when she talked about him, but she had never elaborated on him. Stefan hadn't thought of Kol as someone genuinely dangerous or worse than Klaus, Klaus was a monster, but what they had just witnessed Kol do, that made Klaus look tame.

"She's actually dead," Damon muttered, his wide with disbelief.

"I never thought…" Stefan admitted as he looked at his brother and then at Katherine's body. The Originals seemed to have a sadistic pleasure in torturing their enemies in the long run, it's what made them so dangerous to cross, because they were perfectly happy to hunt someone down for an eternity, they had the time to do it.

"Even when he came for Jeremy, he wasn't like that," Damon admitted as he walked towards Katherine's body.

"Kol?"

"Yeah, he was threatening, but I didn't peg him as someone like actually dangerous," Damon admitted.

"Well, it seems we were all wrong about how dangerous he is. We should give her a proper resting place," he said softly. He still remembered when she laughed and loved him freely, when she had just loved him, even with all the complications between them in the past century, they had had something special.

"You can do whatever you want," Damon muttered.

"Please," he sighed as he looked at his brother. "Please, we… she shouldn't be left like this, she doesn't deserve this."

"Fine," he muttered. "I'll get a shovel."

Marcel glared at Klaus when it was finally just them in the room, he clenched his fists as he glared at Klaus and wanted to tear him apart but refrained. Davina was safe, she had gone off with Kol and he could still hear her heartbeat.

"She's something, your little witch," Klaus offered as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"You hurt her," he started.

"I'm actually impressed," Klaus cut off. "Not often you meet someone unafraid of Kol, or me for that matter, she has… moxie… As they say."

"She does have that," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Girl is hell on wheels."

"Something about southern bells always makes them hell on wheels," Klaus remarked with a wry smile on his lips.

"I'm still not talking to you," he stated as he started to leave the room.

"I grieved you, Marcellus," Klaus said suddenly. Which stopped him from exiting the room, he refused to turn around to look at Klaus though. "In the days after I fled the city, I thought you were dead. It was years later when I could finally speak your name, did I so keenly feel that loss, I am sorry. It appears we're only in the same room if the girl brings us together."

"You tore us apart," he whispered. "You just destroy everything in your reach."

"I…"

"I missed you," Marcel admitted then. "You were the only father that mattered, but I can't care about you, I have to worry about D, she's my kid," he stated as he left Klaus behind, and didn't look back as he went looking for Davina.

He found her in the kitchen, with Kol. Kol was listening to something Davina was explaining with rapt attention and seemed to be relaxed as they were drinking their respective drinks. Marcel was struck hard by how animated she was around Kol, he knew the girl was a lively one, but she seemed so vibrant right now, it was hard to miss as he watched. It was like she'd never been in danger mere hours ago, not at all like she had just been kidnapped this morning and trapped by an unknown vampire.

"Marcel!" Davina smiled at him as she leaned on the counter with her coffee in her hands.

"How's that burn feeling?" he asked walking towards her. He remembered her mentioning her spilt coffee and seeing the bandage on her side when she had gotten out of the bed.

"It'll be fine," she shrugged.

"I could help you out with that," he said as he walked to the island.

"I don't want the resounding headache," she admitted as she smiled.

"Okay," he nodded. "Did that vampire do anything to you, D?"

"No," she shook her head. "I mean, she spilt my coffee, and I did bang my head when I fell, but no, she didn't do anything to me."

"What did she want?" Kol asked before Marcel could. Marcel was a bit grateful Kol was taking the role of interrogator against Davina about what had happened because Marcel didn't know how to manage it or Davina's nonchalance about what had happened.

"I don't really know, she seemed uncertain about what she wanted to do to me or with me, only that if I wasn't around then the group of teenagers would continue their hunt for the cure," she shrugged.

Marcel moved some of her loose hair aside and saw a faint bruise, he wanted to go tear this Katerina Petrova to pieces again.

"But you're good?" he persisted.

"Yeah, better now that the caffeine headache is receding," she said with a smile as she sipped her coffee.

"Here," he shrugged off his hoodie and draped it around her. "I'll be back later to pick you up, and I can't believe I'm about to say this, but stay with Kol," he stressed.

"She'll be perfectly safe," Kol assured.

"I can take care of myself," Davina said.

"D, you were just kidnapped off the back porch of the cabin," Marcel pointed out. "Also, you just had massive power surge. I want you to stay with Kol, I will be back for you tonight."

"Yes dad," she rolled her eyes.

"Don't talk back or you will lose phone privileges," he threatened as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "I have to go take care of a few things, but I'll be back. If anything happens to her Kol, I will make your life a living hell."

"She'll be fine, we're just going to interrogate a maniac in my brother's basement," Kol shrugged.

"Then go teach Bonnie magic."

"I'm not teaching that witch anything," Kol stated firmly.

"Come on, you're a great teacher!"

"I like you, but I only tolerate her when I have use of her," he snapped.

Marcel shook his head and hugged D before leaving to go handle New Orleans business, he might not like Kol but so far, the Original seemed to have a soft spot for D. A soft spot Marcel felt compelled to use to keep his kid safe.