I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina sat down in the far back corner with a straight exit for the door in third period. So far she had been looked over, flirted with, taunted, and even insulted. She was not enjoying it, and she could feel the Big Her holding back her magic so she couldn't unleash her emotions.

The tall boy, Jeremy, came over to her corner and sat down, his eye raked over her in a way that had her skin crawling. Kol's way of examining her was of interest or the way he would size up an opponent, the way Jeremy looked at her made her uneasy and sleezy.

"I didn't thank you… you know," he said with a tight smile.

"Your welcome," she replied nervously.

"No, seriously," he said earnestly.

"It wasn't anything," she murmured as she looked back at her book.

"So… how do you know Kol?" he asked.

"He's a family friend," she answered. It wasn't a lie, perse, Big Her and her grandmother both shared close relationships with Kol. And she was starting some sort of relationship with him, though what that was wasn't something she entirely understood.

"Huh," he nodded warily.

"What?" she hissed in irritation.

"Nothing, he's just… not the friendly sort," Jeremy informed her with a frown and a shrug.

"To you," she retorted heatedly.

"Davina, he's exceedingly dangerous," Jeremy stated firmly.

"And your company isn't?" she countered levelly.

"Davina!" he hissed.

"I'm not a child! I know Exactly who and what Kol Mikaelson is," she lied levelly. She liked Kol more than Jeremy.

"I'm just looking out for you," he said softly.

"Well don't," she warned. "I know what I'm doing."

"Davina, he kills people."

"What vampire doesn't?" she countered as she thought of Marcel and all his day walkers who had come to save her when no one would.

"Davina, you seem like a pretty powerful witch," he started.

"Silence," she flicked her fingers as she removed his words from him, and he stared dumbly at her. "I'm not an idiot, do not act like I do not know who I'm with. Kol has been nothing short of a perfect gentleman with me, and I trust him. Nothing you say, or do will change my opinions of Kol, they'll merely change my already low opinions of you to be lower."

For the rest of the period, she diligently took notes, though she hadn't had traditional schooling in about six years she had always been a diligent student. Finishing her class, she packed up her notes neatly, grabbed her bag and binder.

"Here, I'll walk you to your next class," Jeremy said as she started looking over the map and her schedule. "We have English together, so might as well. Look, I didn't mean any offense by picking at your relationship with the Original, I just…"

"You just what?" she asked icily.

"You seem like a nice girl, Kol's not a nice guy."

"Well, that's my business," she asserted.

"Noted, and I think we got off on the wrong foot… You did save my ass and I'm being an ass."

"You are."

"Well don't hold back," he muttered dryly.

"I am," she remarked.

Now Jeremy looked at her with a wary look, she smiled sharply as she walked off for her next class and left him behind. She made it a point to sit where he was unlikely to be near her and she was nearest to the door.

She had concluded that she didn't like Jeremy, and she didn't like how he looked at her. Making it through English she left for lunch; her witchy nature was screaming connection, so she decided to eat outside.

Marcel had packed her a lunch, she smiled at seeing the sandwich and chips, it was a hastily thrown together lunch, but it was more than anyone else had ever done for her in her life.

"Hey," a voice said. "Lil D?" Bonnie asked.

"Yeah," Davina nodded as she nibbled on her PB&J.

"I kind of explained the basics of the situation to Matt and Care," Bonnie said as she sat down.

Davina nodded and saw the big blond boy as well as the chirpy blonde chick.

"That's crazy, but I'm Matt, I've met Big You, she's a badass," he informed her.

"Thanks?" Davina replied uncertainly.

"Oh this must be so hard for you," Caroline sighed.

"Not really… We have a… time share?... going on, it's working so far, and I can talk to her when I need to," Davina admitted.

"So… what do we call you?" Matt asked her.

"Davina," she answered.

"A pleasure to meet you, Davina," Matt smiled sweetly at her.

"Nice to meet you too," she smiled shyly at him.

"Thanks for helping out Jer," Matt said as he sat. "I know he's been intense, but he and Elena have been through a lot recently."

"I get that," she admitted.

"How does… small you, you you, know Kol?" Caroline asked.

"Family friend. He knew my grandmother."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He was in New Orleans… it was like 1912 or 1913, I think; before the Great War. He and his family were running New Orleans; they practically built it from the ground up, and Mémé was close to him, told me all sorts of stories."

"That's cool," Bonnie admitted.

"Mmhmm," she hummed as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"Klaus mentioned New Orleans witches being super powerful," Caroline said as she neatly unpacked her lunch.

"I don't know about that… But we do have some of the most diverse magical practices," she conceded.

"There's different kinds of magic, not just… Black, Dark, Traditional or Spiritual?" Matt asked.

"There's many different kinds, mémé said a lot of it is cultural, and in New Orleans we practice voodoo, hoodoo, necromancy, spiritual, sacrificial, divination, tarot, and all sorts of other fun things," she answered honestly.

"Necromancy?" Matt asked. "Like bringing back the dead?"

"Yeah. It's not uncommon."

"So… have you brought back something from the dead?" Matt asked.

"Big Me has, I haven't yet," she admitted. And she hoped she never would. "Magic that dark comes with terrible prices when you start practicing the more dangerous aspects, I've never met anyone who wanted to practice Expression though unless it's a last resort," she said as she looked at Bonnie.

"I didn't know," Bonnie muttered.

"Why don't you have a coven?" she asked. "Or a familial teacher?"

"My Grams passed before she could, and my… my mom was turned into a vampire," Bonnie admitted. "I annoyed the spirits, and I couldn't connect, Professor Shane thought it would be good to teach me to reconnect."

Davina nodded slowly.

"Davina?"

"Hm?"

"What sort of magic do you practice?" Caroline asked.

"A lot of kinds. Big Me has given me access to all her knowledge, she practiced many kinds, and I learned many other kinds before I came here, on my own," Davina admitted. "It's not about power levels. It's about how clever you are using what you've got, because even the weakest witches are strong if they're cunning enough."

"You're the most powerful witch I've ever met," Bonnie admitted.

"There's stronger though," Davina muttered. And Big Her and she had to beat them if Big Her was to save their family and Tim and their friends.

"There are?" Bonnie's brows rose.

"Yes, I'm not even close to as powerful as someone like a Bennett witch or Silas," she admitted. "In your full power, your family is legendary. You family is one of the most renowned witch families ever, if you learn to harness your magic and utilize it will, you'll outclass me in power."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm a Claire witch," she smiled. "I'm powerful, but my power will be in knowledge, I'm raised as a witch, I breath being a witch, I'll die as a witch. You said you weren't taught, which means I only have the advantage of knowledge and knowing what to use and how to use it," she shrugged.

"So the old adage of fight smarter not harder comes into play with Magic?" Matt deduced.

"Yes," Davina smiled happily. "Fight smarter, not harder."

"What's the coolest thing you've ever done with your magic?" Matt asked giddily.

"I turned a flower into a bird once," she grinned.

"That's wicked," he snorted with a smile.

"Oh, what else?"

"Well… there was also this time I made flames dance in the shapes of butterflies, but I was a kid when I did that," Davina admitted. She still thought it some of the prettiest and purest magic she had ever done though. "And there's the current time magic thing, gotta admit, it's kind of cool having access to Big Me's information and knowledge, that's a lot of power."

"Okay, we're keeping her," Matt decided.

The other two laughed and she smiled.

Kol was leaning against his car itching to sing his fangs into something he was so hungry; despite the seven blood bags he had sucked dry he was starving, but he was holding off. Once he was on the road, he'd find some horrid dive bar for a meal. There were parents here waiting for their kids, he was just waiting for his witch.

Marcel had been reluctant to agree to Kol picking up Davina, but Kol felt he owed her, Little Her and Big Her, an explanation before he ran off to Cape Cod to ready for their voyage. He also got the sense if he just vanished on Big Davina, she'd track him down and that would have an unhappy Marcel chasing Davina with Hayley leading the charge. Which would invite trouble in the form of Bex, Nik, and Elijah trailing after Marcel. No doubt Marcel would reach out for them if Davina ran off again. And Kol didn't relish the idea of trying to thwart his family.

Flicking through the games on his phone he listened to some new music on Spotify, rather enjoying the tracks he was on, as he tried to keep his mind off his hunger.

"KOL!" he heard the shout and looked up just in time to see a flurry of dark curls before a tiny force slammed into him.

"Davina!" he gasped as he caught the car, so they didn't topple to the ground. "Bloody hell, love," he sighed as he set her down. The teen snickered as she smiled, and he pulled out the earbuds.

"Hi!" she chirped as she got into the car.

He shook his head and followed suit.

"Please tell me we are killing Silas soon so I can get out of high school," she pleaded when he was in the car.

"Yes, love," he chuckled. "Buckle up, mortal, I don't fancy you dying by going through the windshield," he said firmly. She was quick as she pulled the belt on. Leaving the school, he took the long route to the cabin.

"So… when are we leaving?" she asked eagerly.

"End of the week, I'll meet you guys at the ship."

"I thought I was going with you," she said uncertainly.

"No, love, I don't know what condition my brother's ship is in and I'd rather take care of that than have us just hit the seas with it in unknown condition."

"We're sailing there?"

"Yes," he nodded. "It'll be a few days but we'll get there with ease. How was school?"

She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she leaned on the door.

"That good," he chuckled.

"The boy, Jeremy, Big Me removed his Hunter's mark, and I don't know, I don't like how he looks at me," she muttered as she stared at her lap.

"How does he look at you, love?"

"I don't know…" she admitted as she felt her cheeks heat up. "I like how you look at me, but I don't like how he does."

"How do I look at you?"

"I don't know," she admitted as her face felt aflame then. "But it doesn't matter cause I'm not staying at that school."

"Davina."

"No."

"Davina," he started again.

"No. I would rather be taught by the ancestors Kol!" she hissed. "I got treated like I was an imbecile, that Jeremy kid acted like I was some little girl who didn't know who I was involved with, and they just… I don't like it. Nothing about anyone aside from Caroline, Bonnie and Matt seems real. I don't like it," she muttered.

"They're teenagers," Kol quipped.

"How old were you when you turned?" she asked.

"Me?"

"Yeah…" she nodded.

"Oh… must've been, twenty-two, I think, maybe twenty-three?" he said warily. "Finn was thirty, Elijah was twenty-seven, Nik's three years younger, so twenty-four, I was two years behind Nik, Bex is five years younger than me, and Henrik was sixteen, so yeah, I was twenty-two," he nodded.

"When you were my age…?" she started.

"When I was your age, I was a warrior, a farmer and landowner, as well as a witch," he answered. "In my culture, Davina, I was an adult well before twenty-two. In fact, I was considered middle aged in my time," he admitted.

"No one treated you like an idiot though."

"Sure, they did," he snorted. "When I was your age, I had stupidly quested off after a bloody bear, if Nik hadn't come saved my arse I wouldn't be here. Not to mention my occupation was a bit hazardous and I did do stupid things that somehow worked in my favor."

"A bear?"

"Yeah, bugger was digging up all my crops, I was going to catch and skin the bastard if it were the last thing I did! Nearly was," he chuckled. "Nik came out of nowhere and I should've known then the bastard was a wolf, but I didn't catch it, he literally yanked me up by the scruff of my neck before those jaws could make a snack of me. I had missed killing the thing with the axe I had thrown. Nik saved my arse and killed it," he explained.

"That's so different from complaining about algebra," she mused.

"Different times, love," he chuckled. "But they treated me like I was an idiot, I was too, I was reckless, impulsive, and didn't have a lick of sense. Nearly paid the price."

"I just don't like how they're treating me like a kid, my coven never did, and now they're acting like I'm stupid because I'm a teenager in high school," she sighed.

"Frustrating," he agreed.

"Very. I was so happy to see you because you don't treat me like a kid," she admitted. "Sorry about the ambush hug."

"No need to apologize," he chuckled. "When my brother was about your age, he was fixing to get hitched, he was going to be running my farm with his young bride while I went off to the Old World. He'd have been expected to manage my accounts, my taxes, my farm, my business. Youth doesn't mean stupid; it means inexperienced and learning."

"I like that," she smiled.

"Good."

"So, are you sure I can't come with you?" she pleaded. "Just to escape school?"

"No, love, you can't," he chuckled.

"Why not?"

"Because I need to feed," he stated bluntly.

"So?"

"Darling, I'm not the best at restraint, it's taking a lot of focus on my part right now to not act on my instincts of feeding," he informed her.

"I'll stay out of the way," she promised.

"No."

"Fine," she sighed.

"Give this high school time, gods know Bex loves it for some reason," he sighed.

"Your sister is insane."

"That may be, but you should give it a chance, and she'll be there too," he pointed out.

"I haven't met her, Little Me, Big Me has apparently."

"Poor Big You, I can't shield Little You from Bekah though," he admitted.

"She can't be that bad."

"My sister is a bitch at times or a sweetheart, depends on the century," he chuckled. "Davina, give the school thing a chance, it might do you some good."

"I don't think so," she muttered honestly. "I don't like how the boys were looking at me, especially when I was running in gym shorts."

"Do I need to eat them?" he asked with a toothy smile.

"No," she chuckled. "I don't know, it's just different."

"You're becoming a woman, they're noticing," he pointed out.

Davina snorted.

"You are, love, you're a charming young woman already, but this about when people will start to notice," he stated.

"I don't get it," she sighed.

"This is one of those 'in time' things, love," he assured her earnestly.

He already thought her to be the prettiest witch he had ever seen; but then again, he already had a thing for powerful witches and tiny brunettes. Not that he would ever seduce Davina Claire, she was a friend. But he had a type! Not that he advertised it to his siblings, but he did have a type he preferred when he wasn't seducing a witch for their magic. Just as Klaus had a hard on for sunny blondes, or Elijah would be tripping over himself at badass brunettes, and Finn seemed to fall on his ass for redheads; Kol had a thing for powerful witches who were tiny brunettes. And he'd deny it to his dying breath because he was never letting his siblings know that much about him.

"Did you pick me up so you could say goodbye?" Davina asked.

"Yes, I did. I didn't want Big You or Little You on a war path to find me," he chuckled.

"I would never!"

"Big You would," he snorted.

"Okay, fair, she would," Davina sighed.

"It also didn't sit well with me to just up and leave my partner in crime."

"You did with my grandmother," she pointed out.

"Not intentionally," he grimaced. "I got shoved in a box, it was only recently I was let out of said box."

"Oh. Mémé hated you for abandoning her and Astrid, she always said you were an untrustworthy bastard," Davina said.

"Sounds very… tamed, for Mary-Alice," he said blandly.

"No, she had far more colorful things to say, but mama wouldn't let her when I was around," Davina snickered.

"Ah, that sounds more accurate, Claire witches are a fiery lot," he sniggered.