I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina was sitting in the campsite as she looked over the map she had pulled from Silas' head, she was shivering slightly as she sat by the fire, a problem with being human amongst the supernatural she supposed as she glared enviously at Marcel and Hayley who didn't seem affected by the weather.

"So, we're here," Kol said as he crouched down to her level and pointed to a point on the island map.

"I wish Shane had had a compass in his head when I pulled the map," she muttered as she looked between the maps trying to line them up.

"Not to worry love," he said softly. "In the old days if you were to bury something it would have to be somewhere no one would be able to get to it but once, so we're going to be looking at wells and mines in this era, something which would have been abnormal."

"How do you figure?" Marcel asked.

"Silas would need a way to access people or connect. It'd be the only way to make people bleed themselves dry, which means he probably has powerful psychic abilities; however, you still need a connection. He's been buried two thousand years. I would wager a mine shaft of some sort or a well has overlapped with his location at some point," Kol explained.

"So… here, here, and here," Davina said as she circled the points on the map with the marker.

"I would think, also here, it's remote and if the topography is right, it'd be difficult to get to, a good place to hide a tomb," he muttered as he pointed to a spot.

"You think?" she asked.

"Yeah, I would, because this is what I would do," he muttered. "So, we'll scout these four spots."

"We should split up. Two groups will work faster than one," Klaus pointed out.

"Yes, they would work faster. Or, it'll give you time to play with our hosts," he offered as his lips curved.

"Send Klaus out as a distraction?" Davina asked.

"Yes, him and Hayley," Kol offered.

"Why me!?"

"You're not a vampire, love," Kol stated. "Arrow you saved Davina from was a wooden stake, which means whoever is here is a hunter and after a vampire, therefore you'd be more of a surprise. Plus, I'm betting your nose is better than Klaus' so you'll be able to track us down with more ease."

"My nose is fine!" Klaus stated.

"Oh, really Nik, who's been in touch with their inner wolf longer? You or her?"

Klaus opened his mouth.

"I thought as much, Marcel, Davina and I will go hunting Silas, and you two do wolf things and lead our Hunter on a merry hunt and if there's more unfriendlies, keep them busy as well."

"We should leave at dawn," Davina yawned. She still ached from the hike, but it was worth it.

"Agreed," Kol nodded.

"I'll take first watch," Hayley said.

"The little witch should rest, this will take a lot of magic," Klaus muttered.

"Nik, if you sabotage this," Kol started.

"I am not inciting war with you, brother, peace," he sighed.

Davina bit her lip to keep from laughing at Klaus' exasperated, annoyed expression. She was still tempted to taunt him or drop him off a cliff, but she wouldn't, she needed him and Kol working together right now, and it would make it way easier to drug him if he didn't hate her guts.

"So, we'll check out these spots tomorrow, regroup here," Marcel decided.

"Should someone guard the camp?" Hayley asked then.

"Nah, I'll get that taken care of," Kol stated with a wicked smile.

"I can make a few wards," Davina offered.

"Nope," Kol smiled like a menace as he stood.

"What are you thinking?" Klaus asked.

"Remember that time in Moscovia…" he started.

"When you did that thing?" Klaus sighed.

"What thing?" Davina drawled out as she looked up at Kol and Klaus.

"Our father was chasing us, this was before we went to Asia, and several of the camps we had, Kol is rather good at thwarting our father, I'm certain he will have traps to guard our camp while we are out," Klaus chuckled humorlessly.

"This'll be easier because we aren't lugging Finn's box along."

"I still think we should've dropped him in the Northern Sea when we had the chance," Kol muttered.

"Only for Sage to recover him and undagger him!" Klaus snapped.

Davina shook her head as the brothers dissolved into bickering. Looking at the map she wondered where Silas was and if they could actually do this. It was one thing to say they could but now that they were nearing him, she was curious if it could be done.

"What are you thinking?" Hayley asked as she sat beside Davina.

"I'm wondering if it can be done," Davina admitted.

"What about in your time?" Hayley asked.

"I don't know, I didn't, I didn't even know about Silas until I came looking for Kol," Davina admitted softly.

"In your time…" Hayley started.

"I helped defeat a lot of monsters, but Silas wasn't one of them."

"Whatever you did, or faced, you can do it again," Hayley said softly.

Davina chuckled. "I'm facing it for the first time."

"Exactly, you, the new you, and the old you, can take this on," Hayley said as they leaned on each other.

"That's good, cause this is gonna suck," Davina muttered.

"Embrace the suck," Hayley shrugged.

"That's horrible, and enlightening," Davina laughed.

"My foster dad used to say it all the time, drove me nuts, but it's not wrong," Hayley chuckled. "And when this is over, we're having a movie night after long soaks in the tub!"

"I like that plan!" Davina agreed.

"Good, and we're going to continue the trashy 80s flicks," Hayley said.

"Not Star Wars." Davina warned seriously, she hated Star Wars, passionately. It was one of those occult movies she had endured as a child with Tim a thousand times, she hated it.

"No… Indiana Jones though, still has young-ish Harrison Ford," Hayley pointed out.

Davian laughed loudly then as she nearly fell over.

The fire was in embers and Kol sat still watching out at the night. Davina was nestled between him and Hayley again; he hadn't originally planned to be here but during Marcel's watch Davina had literally scooted from her spot until she was plastered against his back. Now that it was his watch, he was just watching the night; and listening.

"You don't actually believe her drivel about when she's from," Klaus asked him softly. Slowly Kol pulled his gaze up to his brother who was watching the night and looking at the girls with an unreadable expression.

"I do."

"Why!?" Klaus hissed.

"Why wouldn't I?" he countered. "After everything we've seen and done, Nik, do you honestly think it's impossible?"

"But trusting her on this fool's errand," he snarled.

"The greatest of all fools is the proud fool, who is at the mercy of every fool he meets. One Washington Allston said that, can't remember where I read it, but I remember it striking me as true, especially where you're concerned brother."

"You call me a fool?" Nik growled.

"The biggest fool of us all. I trust Davina, she hasn't lead me wrong so far."

"You've known her for a handful of weeks."

"And you make enemies in less time than I made a friend," Kol spat out. "Must be lonely Nik, always making enemies where you can, always hurting people because you hurt. Must be terribly lonely."

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown," Klaus muttered.

"What bloody crown!?" Kol hissed. "We've lived for a millennium and you're so fast to make enemies you can't bear the crown!"

"You couldn't possibly understand," Nik seethed. "You and your games…"

"No, thank Thor, Loki, and Odin, I would never be chief ever, even if we were human, thank the gods for that!" he laughed bitterly. "I trust her, because the alternative is, I trust you brother. And while I love you, but I don't bloody trust you."

"You! You speak to me about trust! After all you've done!" Klaus came to loom over him which had Kol leaping as he caught his brother's throat, the movements were fluid and swift, well-practiced and he knocked Klaus off his feet as he pulled the Brotherhood of the Five's sword.

"All I've bloody done!? What about you!?" he rumbled softly as he kept his voice down to keep the girls asleep. He saw Marcel rousing a bit but focused on keeping himself between Nik and the girls. "You put me in a bloody box, for a century or whenever it bloody well suits you because your god complex is out of control! You dagger Bex whenever you have a row, or she falls stupidly in love! You killed Esther, and don't get me wrong, better you did it than I, because Odin knows I was going to, but you made father chase us for a millennium Nik! You dagger a sibling which displeases you or disagrees with you! You incite wrath and ruination! The brother I knew and loved wanted to do great things, the twisted perversion of you though would rather make an enemy than a friend, and ruin hope than grow it! Don't speak to me about what I've done brother, I know my sins, I know them well. And I'd do them all again!"

"You plot and scheme behind my back with your new little witch," Nik started.

"It's not all about you Nik!" he growled.

"She could be after our ruination!" Nik stated.

"And now you grasp at straws to retain control. If Davina should decide to ruin us, I will kill her myself, but she hasn't and she doesn't intend to, so get that through you thick skull," he spat out. "Not everyone is actually out to get you, Nik!"

"You are," Klaus snarled lowly. "Always plotting to make that blasted dagger."

"And why shouldn't I!? You throw us in a bloody box whenever you want, maybe you in a box will teach you how it bloody feels! You are not a god, Nik. You do not have the right to decide who goes in and out of a box and when, you are my brother! Something lost upon you since that blasted Hunter's curse. Get over yourself, and your pride, or it will be your downfall Nik. And I'd hate to watch you topple."

"You would take joy in it," Klaus spat out.

"No, no I wouldn't," Kol refuted. "No matter how bad, how horrid, how twisted and demented you are, you are my brother, and that still means something, Nik. Even if it means nothing to you."

That seemed to shut Klaus up and Kol sat back down beside Davina. Davina grumbled, twisting around in Hayley's grasp to throw an arm over his waist and hide against his hip. He was astounded again at how much this little witch trusted him.

"I'll go check the perimeter," Klaus snarled out. Kol waited until his brother was gone before his head fell back against the tree he was resting against.

"You kill Davina," Marcel growled lowly.

"I'm not going to kill Davina," he stated softly as his fingers toyed with the loose curls. "I'm not my brother, Marcel."

"You're a bastard," Marcel stated.

"Oh, that's a bloody given," he admitted with a wry smile as he looked at the younger vampire. "But I'm not inclined to hurt allies, friends or family."

"Just maim them," Marcel grumbled.

"Not inclined to do that to a gorgeous lass trusting me. It's not my style," he shrugged. "Being here is probably getting to Nik, if Silas were to attack someone mentally, it'll be Nik."

"You think?"

"I know."

"How?"

"It's what I'd do."

Marcel had never thought about how dangerous Kol could be until he looked at the young man toying with Davina's curls. It was now that Marcel could see the thousand-year-old warrior, the witch, the vampire, the Original who's name struck more fear into people than Klaus' ever could. Marcel had never feared Kol, he had thought him a sick, demented bastard, but he had never feared Kol. Now though, now Marcel was seeing what people feared about Kol.

He wasn't just cunning, devious, underhanded, and diabolical, he was knowledgeable, patient, calm when unprovoked and when serious he was more terrifying than Elijah, and ruthless. He might not have control of his rage, bloodlust, or emotions, but it was clear the youngest brother of the Mikaelsons was the most dangerous because he learned, he liked learning, and that would make him dangerous in whatever he pursued. Kol had a thousand years under his belt, he knew what he was doing and how to get it and if he couldn't obtain it, he could work around to get it. He was charming, handsome, easy going, and unassuming when he wasn't trying to kill someone. Marcel would even wager he was the sort who was friends with everyone and did that with ease; the kind of popular guy who Marcel had envied as a child.

Klaus was always a monster, Marcel would admit while his father figure had good aspects of himself, traits he didn't put on display with ease or everyone. Kol though, Kol was scarier than Klaus ever could be because he didn't present himself as a monster, merely as a wild thing who was untamable.

Marcel looked at Davina who had nestled herself against Kol as trustingly as a child would and then at Hayley who was hugging Davina. Kol was letting her, Marcel couldn't remember when Kol let people close without killing them or seducing them.

"Tomorrow," Marcel started.

"We're merely keeping the human witch safe and alive, wherever Silas is on this damn island he'll be hungry," Kol stated.

"Hungry?"

"Price for immortality is the need for human blood to sustain you. Last massacre here the people drained themselves of blood."

"That's messed up. No matter what, we keep D safe," Marcel stressed.

"No matter what," Kol agreed as he looked out at the woods. Marcel was uneasy but he knew that Davina was perfectly safe with Kol.

Davina woke when it was quiet, the world was dark, she didn't know what had called her awake as she looked around. She was groggy and confused but awake all the same.

"Auntie D…" a voice whispered which had her looking up as she pushed herself up against Kol's chest to see a young woman there. Her shoulder length dark auburn hair, brilliant blue eyes, and pouty lips. The young woman was Davina's height but far curvier than Davina ever would be. She looked like Klaus, but also like Hayley. She was surprised as she stared at the young woman. It wasn't possible, which meant this… this was Silas.

"Auntie D… I need… I need your help," Hope whimpered with tear filled blue eyes.

"H-How can I help?" she whispered carefully, hugging herself against the cold. She didn't notice she didn't have shoes as she nudged Kol's leg to wake him.

"I need you to get me out of here," the girl whispered.

"What?" Kol grunted and looked at her through bleary eyes before looking at where she pointed.

"Bloody hell," he muttered.

"Auntie D…" the girl pleaded desperately.

"I'm coming, Hope," she said reflexively and Kol was up then. "Uncle Kol and I are going to help. Can you take me to where you are?"

"Yeah," the girl leapt, changing forms into a white wolf.

"Wait Davina!" Kol caught her arm and spun her around to face him.

"That's Silas," she whispered.

"Which means it's a bloody trap!"

"No doubt," she agreed.

"And you just want to follow the stranger!?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Are you stark, raving mad Davina Claire!?" he hissed.

"Undoubtedly, come on," she pulled him up. Kol shoved her boots at her before he scooped her up. Davina struggled getting them on as he ran through the forest after her niece. Davina had on her boots when he put her down.

"Who is that?"

"Hope," she answered.

"Hope as in…?" he started.

"Yeah," Davina stated.

"That's impossible," Kol whispered.

"I know, which is why we know it's…"

"Auntie D!" Hope appeared and ran at her, throwing her arms around Davina. "I missed you so much!" the girl sobbed.

"It's alright," Davina said as she hesitantly wrapped her arms around the illusion. "It's alright, I'm here, tell me how I can fix it," she murmured encouragingly to the illusion.

Her niece had never been a weepy girl; her nephew was a different matter but Hope Mikaelson was not a weepy girl. Call it her inner shieldmaiden, Hope Mikaelson didn't cry or weep over anything, no matter how bad the pain. And Davina was never the one Hope wanted to make it all better, mostly because Davina being around meant Hope had screwed up or was in over her head, two things she didn't like admitting to those facts.

"I think I screwed up," Hope admitted.

"Show me where so I can fix it," she encouraged as she felt her own tears at the sight of the illusion.

Hope started walking and Davina started following.

"Davina," Kol hissed.

"It's okay," she whispered back to him and smiled.

"This is a bad idea," he muttered.

"Into the lions' den," she pointed out.

"Having been in the lions' den, love, I'm telling you this is a bad idea," he repeated.

"That's why I have you with me," she smiled.

"Keep up!" she said as she jogged after Hope. Silas probably didn't know she was from both now and the future and didn't know his illusion while good and something her heart desired, wasn't possible yet. Davina was going to use that to burn his ass to the ground.