I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol pulled up to the plantation house and put his car in park. Looking around the property he saw the night was heavy. The rain was gentle, the crickets were singing, and frogs were chirping. He looked over to the back seat where Hayley was passed out with Bonnie, and then to the passenger's seat where Davina was curled up under his coat. Getting out of the car he jogged up the steps of the plantation house he unlocked the door and walked through the house.

"Brother," Elijah appeared.

"Ah, good, help," he said as he turned. "I have three passed out girls in the car."

"I was informed, I did have the guest rooms prepared for this," Elijah said.

"Great, I can use help getting them in the house," Kol stated as they walked out for the car.

"Can you do…?"

"Yeah, but not long, it's a lot of water," Kol muttered as he whispered a spell to give him and Elijah some deflection from the rain. He was careful maneuvering the Bennett witch while Elijah collected Hayley. They were both quick to the house.

"I have arranged the green room for Miss Bennett," he said.

"Where's that one?"

"East corner of the house, only door open," Elijah answered as he went to put Hayley in her room. Kol found the green room with ease. The room had a canopied bed, and a fire going in the fireplace. It was decorated simply, with a comfortable writing desk, vanity, and a massive wardrobe with a trunk at the foot of the bed. He put Bonnie down before pulling off her shoes and socks, turning down the bed he put her in it before tucking her in and leaving her. He walked to the foyer in time to see Elijah appearing with Davina.

"You got her?" he asked.

"Yes," Elijah answered calmly. "I have given Davina the blue room which is next to yours."

"My room?"

"Niklaus did have a room made for you, Kol, just as he had one made for Finn; should he ever be undaggered," Elijah explained crisply.

"Huh, didn't know that," he acknowledged.

The headlights of Marcel's truck came into view.

"Marcellus can have his old room," Elijah called out softly.

Kol nodded as he watched his brother disappear with Davina.

Marcel appeared in the house, muttering about the rain and Kol sighed. "We'll get the luggage tomorrow."

"Great."

"Elijah gave you your old room," Kol said as he climbed the stairs.

"I'm checking on D first," Marcel stated.

Kol didn't argue but he found Elijah tucking Davina in her bed, Marcel brushed past him to check her over and Kol leaned on the door frame as Elijah came near him.

"Who's room was this?" he asked softly.

"No one's," Elijah answered. "This house has fifteen bedrooms, Niklaus felt we all needed space."

"Huh," he nodded. "Where's Hayley?"

"In the room across from Davina's," he answered.

Kol nodded. "Thanks for helping me get them in," he sighed as he followed Elijah to 'his' room.

Opening the door Kol was surprised, a massive bed greeted him. A lot of the time in the past beds weren't his size, and unlike his brothers who curled up in their sleep, Kol had always sprawled out.

"Niklaus had it custom made for you," Elijah said softly. "Of course, we have upgraded and maintained it for comfort, but this suite is yours, I had the servants air it out and remove the dust cloths."

"It's nice," he admitted.

"I am a hall down," Elijah explained. "I did order clothes in your size for you, they came today, they are in the drawers."

"Noted," Kol said crisply as he watched his brother leave. Alone he pulled off the damp clothes and a pair of sweats. There was a knock on his door which had him opening it to see Marcel there.

"I'm two doors down, I'll be out of the house before dawn, there's business in town I have to attend to," Marcel explained.

"Alright, well, we'll be fine here," he shrugged.

"Just… be careful, witches are hunting her," Marcel reminded him.

"I won't let her out of my sight," he assured Marcel.

"And… thank you," Marcel grimaced.

"How much did that hurt?" Kol snorted.

"You have no idea how much it hurt," Marcel grounded out. "But seriously, I love that girl, thank you for taking care of her like you have."

Kol nodded. "She's a good one, Davina Claire."

"Seriously Kol, thank you," Marcel stressed.

Kol shrugged and shut his door.

Once alone he stoked the fire and looked around the room. There were a few paintings on the walls, Nik's work he knew. Landscapes, they had Kol pausing as he examined them before a smile pulled on his lips.

It was his farm.

Gods above, it was his old farm, his fingers touched the glass separating him from the painting and he chuckled. Examining another he saw his ship, and the seas in a storm. There was another painting of an arctic fox in the middle of a green forest; which was interesting. Kol shook his head and examined the pieces on the mantel. They were charcoal sketches of their family members, he paused when he saw Henrik's sketch and sighed.

This was Nik, the Nik that Kol had grown up, these small gestures were the brother he knew so well and missed. He was still amazed seeing the portraits. He pulled one down and paused as his fingers slid over it. Kol smiled a bit, the wedding portrait that never happened. He put it back and walked to his bed where he pulled off the covers then fell face first on it as he groaned. A long day of driving and he was exhausted.

He didn't even remember falling asleep, merely that he had, and it felt good to stretch out on his stomach in a bed he fit in that wasn't occupied by grimoires.

Elijah sat in a chair in his quarters as he listened to the quiet of his home, the hearts were all slow and steady which had him getting up to pour himself a sniffer of brandy before sitting before the fire again.

His room was styled with deep reds and creamy whites that he preferred. He was surprised that his brother had had the art changed out a little, it was Niklaus' form of an olive branch Elijah supposed. The paintings that were Elijah's favorites; the reds and oranges of their village in autumn. There was a willowy brunette dressed in green dancing with a small brown figure and he sighed.

There was another painting for Elijah of different garden where a lone woman with black curls waited with her back turned to him. And the final, grandest painting, was the white oak in all its autumn glory with a noble stag before it. Elijah knew his brother had littered the mantle with family portraits. Particular moments that they were fond of. Elijah also knew that Niklaus did not let them have the same portraits, he would not give them that.

Elijah thought it was endearing and it gave him hope that the brother he had grown up with was still in there somewhere. Getting up he finished his brandy and walked out of his room to head for the study, he would need something to read. There was a soft creaking of weight on the floorboards, and he turned to see the wolf creeping after him. Her hazel eyes widened when she saw him looking at her.

"Can I help you?" he asked her softly.

"Bathroom," she whispered desperately. He walked past her softly and pointed. "Thank you!" she squeaked as she hurried to the room.

He shook his head and went downstairs for the study. He was browsing the shelves when he heard her again and heard her padding softly down the stairs which had him frowning a little as he poked his head out to see the lean brunette looking around confused.

"Are you seeking something particular?" he asked her softly.

"Jesus!" she yelped as she just about went through the ceiling. His lips quirked a bit as she whirled around on him with fiery hazel eyes and glared balefully.

"Stop that!" she hissed. "It's bad enough Kol does it!"

"I taught him," he quipped. "Now, are you seeking something particular?"

"The kitchen," she mumbled. "I'll pay you back for the food but I'm starving," she sighed.

He motioned for her to follow him as he walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was in full grand glory, he was a bit pleased that Niklaus had kept up with the renovations and upkeep of the property, it was a particular favorite of Elijah's. In the kitchen he flicked on all the lights.

"Whoa," Hayley whispered as she looked around.

"Do you desire something particular to eat?" he asked her.

"Um… no, but no eggs," she said as she looked around.

He nodded as he pulled out the cheese, and bread, he pulled out a glass of milk and poured it, nudging it to the wolf. The woman eyed him warily but sat down as he prepared a grilled cheese and sipped the milk.

"I did not fully stock the house beyond basics, I felt it best to leave the stocking to the humans who eat this," Elijah said crisply as he prepared the grill cheese.

"Grill cheese? Huh," she shrugged.

He raised a brow at her.

"What? I didn't think a vampire would know how to cook, anything," she dismissed.

"You have lived with Marcellus, he cooks."

"Under mine or Davina's supervision," she retorted as she sipped her milk.

"I have walked a millennium amongst humans, I would prefer not to have my companions starve," he informed her as he flipped the sandwich.

"That's good to know," she muttered as she eyed him wearily.

Hayley was a rather striking creature he noted, sharp features, large eyes, and with her hair falling around her she looked a bit wild. He had watched Hayley interact with ease and familiarity with Kol, but now that it was just them, she was on edge, he wondered how to get her at ease but decided just to keep his movements obvious and practiced.

"Here you are," he said as he served her up the sandwich.

"Thank you," she replied uncertainly as she nibbled on it.

"Is there something else?"

"I could've made it myself… My midnight snack," she clarified.

"I am aware, but I am also aware that fourteen-fifteen hours in a vehicle of any kind is exhausting, and it is easier to have someone help you from time to time, Hayley."

She nodded her head. "This is a nice house," she observed with awe written plainly on her face.

"It is our home. I preferred this home, to the Abattoir," he confessed.

"The Abattoir?"

"It was our family compound in the city," he explained as she continued nibbling on her sandwich.

"Oh," she nodded.

"How did you meet my brother, Hayley?"

"He showed up with Davina at the door of my trailer one day," she answered. He could hear the honesty and sincerity ringing through her words. "Just showed up out of nowhere and informed me, not only did she know who my family was, she knew where they were and she'd break the curse on them so I could have them."

"I see."

"Kol was looming behind her like an overprotective shadow," she chuckled.

"He is particularly fond of Davina," Elijah mused softly.

"I hadn't noticed," Hayley snorted sarcastically with a wry smile. "She, Davina, she offered me a place to stay and promised me help when she was done helping Kol with the Silas problem, and I don't know, it's just…" she shrugged. "She's like a little sister to me, and wherever she is, Kol is, so Kol and I are sort of friends."

Elijah nodded.

"How old is this place?"

"It was initially built in the late seventeenth century, my family officially acquired the house and the property in the early nineteenth century, it was Marcellus' father's home."

"What?"

"Yes, it was the home of the Governor," he explained.

"It's stunning." She murmured.

"It is, it was the most home of any place we resided since we were turned," he explained. "Niklaus keeps up with the maintenance and care of our properties, this is a particular favorite of ours," he said softly.

"It's stunning," she admitted.

"Thank you," he nodded.

She asked him a few more questions about the history of the house, and he answered them until she was struggling to stay awake.

"I should go to bed," she muttered as she struggled to stay awake.

"I will show you to your room," he said.

"I can find it," she grumbled.

"No doubt, but I don't want you lost," he said crisply.

"Wolf nose," she muttered. "I don't get lost, I backtrack."

He said nothing as he led her along to her room and opened the door for her.

"Thank you, for the sandwich and conversation," she yawned.

"Thank you for the company. Davina is across the hall, and Kol's room is to the lfet of hers," he informed her.

She nodded before she walked to her bed. He saw her clamber into the bed and was half sprawled over it when he heard her pass out. Shaking his head, he walked in and finished tucking the wolf in, stoking her fire he left her. He checked on her one last time before he left. Peeking in on Davina to see Marcel sleeping on the couch near her bed, the fire was going strong, and Davina's dark hair was glowing, shutting the door he went to Kol's room. Checking on Kol he found his brother snoring loudly into the pillow, the fire nothing but embers and the room chilled. Walking in, he restarted the fire and stoked it to life before he went to go check on the Bennett witch. Finding the young witch cuddling several pillows and her fire dying he fed it and stoked it to life before he left her.

Assured that none of the mortals in his care were going to die he went to his room and changed for bed. He wasn't tired, but a meditative sleep would help clear his mind.

Being in Louisiana again brought back many memories, mostly fond memories. Settling in his bed he let his mind settle and his body relax, the other heartbeats in the house were a comfort, it meant his younger brother was safe here, as was his witch. Letting his breathing even out he settled to relax.

Davina woke at the crack of dawn, feeling the fire warming her blood as the rain soothed her soul and mind. She turned in her bed and saw Marcel sleeping on the sofa. Wincing a bit she slipped from the bed and looked around the room as she picked up the hoodie. It was so grand and amazing, she was stunned. Still, she needed to relieve herself and then find coffee, then she would be in awe of the plantation house.

Finding the bathroom Davina took care of herself and grimaced at her hair. Twisting it up in a horrible messy bun she crept out of the bathroom and saw Kol appearing, he was scratching his head as he yawned and zipped up a hoodie.

"Kol?" she whispered as she rubbed her arms to warm up a little.

"I was heading to make coffee," he informed her.

"Okay, but…" she gestured haplessly.

"Come on love, I'll give you and the Bennett a tour when we're all awake," he grumbled as they walked through the house. Her bare feet were tickled by the carpet and then cooled on the wood. She was in awe of the house. Making it to the kitchen she nearly wept in relief at the sight of the coffee machine.

"Here we are," Kol grumbled as he started prepping the coffee and then he sat at the island.

"I can't believe I'm back," she yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

"Me as well," he admitted as he shook his head and tried to wake up.

"When you came for all that stuff," she started.

"I didn't stay, love, I just came, grabbed my shit and left," he explained.

"Oh."

"Yeah, wasn't here long."

"Just long enough for me to get kidnapped."

"You've proven the record for that," he chuckled. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't hurt anymore, and I can move again, so good, though I'm stiff still."

"Mmm. We'll start sparing later this week," he promised.

"Thanks," she yawned as they both waited for the coffee, she was relieved when it was ready.

Kol poured them both a mug and they sat in companionable silence at the bar looking out at the plantation. She was in awe, even in the dreary rain it was a sight unlike anything she had ever seen.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured.

"It is," he agreed.

"If you could do anything with your life, after we've taken care of the list, what do you want to do?" Davina asked.

"After we travel the world, love?" he chuckled.

"We?"

"Obviously," he mused.

"Okay, we," she said softly as she felt her cheeks heating up.

"I'd want to live a quiet life," he answered. "Have a farm again, and work the land, always found that rewarding, but I admit I do love travelling. Perhaps I'll run the plantation… Take it off of Nik and Elijah's hands for a few decades."

"It's so pretty," she said softly.

"Feel the magic and life?"

"Yes," she answered honestly. She always felt it, it was so strong, and powerful.

"It feels good, the connection," he sighed as he sipped his coffee. "I'd want this."

"Can I see your playhouse?" she asked.

"Of course, once we're unpacked, I'll take you to the Claire crypt, so much to teach you now, and to do," he chuckled.

She smiled at his excitement and they both continued watching the light, dreary morning of a dying winter and waking spring. So much to do, so little time to do it, and this moment felt like it could last an eternity.

Davina flicked her fingers at the starling that came near the house in the tree, watching the branch flick it away to be nothing but a burst of black feathers. They'd have to give up this moment, but not yet.