I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

"Where do we start?" Kol asked her as they had migrated to the porch with their coffee. Davina pulled Marcel's hoodie tighter around her as she sat on the swing staring out at the plantation. She could feel Kol's magic connecting with the land, tying to the life and the rain, she was tempted to let her own magic follow suit but knew if she did that then her Coven would find her.

"Jo said she would be down with Luke and Liv soon," she murmured.

"Yes, and the Merge problem is on hold, but until they are here, we have a whole to do list and I need a starting point, love."

"Esther won't be easy to find on the Other Side," she muttered.

"No, my mother could never be easy to find," he agreed.

"Vincent, we start by recruiting Vincent," she answered finally. "We'll need him to perform the Harvest, he's the only one I trust entirely for this ritual."

"Why not your own Coven?"

"They lied, they were doing this to gain power for themselves, this has nothing to do with whatever they want to make it about, it has to do with the Ancestors being corrupt and wanting power. And I do trust you Kol, but Vincent's coven, they practiced Sacrificial magic, if anyone's going to sacrifice me and bring me back, I want it to be him."

"Why?"

"Because I believe in him, even when he doesn't believe in himself. In my time, he was the most effective Regent, and he and I worked together to break the hold the Ancestors had on this plane. He also trusted me to be his Ancestor, to reestablish that connection. He's immensely powerful to, so he'll be help against Inadu, and he'll probably be able to help Bonnie while you and I run around chasing Esther," she explained.

"Alright, then I suggest we collect Freya next, if Travelers are coming, I don't want her to be taken by them if she's as powerful as you say."

"Fair enough, I might know where she hid her coffin, but we're going to have plan a break in," she conceded. "We'll need to break the curse on Hayley's pack next, I promised her that I'd help her immediately with that one."

"While you do that one, I'm going to hunt some Travelers," he decided. "If I have a few then that'll entice the leader of the Gemini Coven to come to us, which will entice him to aid us with your merge."

"While you do that, I'll look for Eva's victims."

"Good," he nodded. "When we meet up again, we'll start the hunt for my dear mother."

"Don't forget your dick of a father."

"Right, how could I ever forget him," he muttered sourly. "We get those sorted out and we should be ready for your Merge," he cheered as he sipped his coffee.

"We'll see, we have to do all this and not get caught by my Coven."

"I'll manage your Coven," he decided.

"Kol," she sighed.

"No, I'll manage them, there's Nine Covens here, love, and I used to rule the roost even if I couldn't perform the magic, I know how to manage a Coven and keep them far away from you," he assured.

Davina just looked out at the plantation and sighed. The misty rain, the crickets and frogs dying chirps, it was mesmerizing. She could feel the life, the flow of water, the warmth of the muted sun, the power of the roiling storm, the life pulsing in the soil as the air danced around them.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered as she watched a flock of birds take off, then two ravens fluttered overhead and came tumbling towards the house before they took to a breeze and flew overhead. "Do you have familiars?"

"Sort of," he answered as he watched the birds. "I always liked connecting to animals, they were more… receptive to magic, like children. When I went to save you I connected with a pair of ravens, they've been following me since. I'm not connected with them."

"Why ravens?"

"Oh," he sighed and thought about it. "Old ways," he answered softly. "Ravens were used for finding land, ravens were sacred, they were able to fly between the worlds, they traveled all of Midgard to take information to Odin. They were… they were special."

"They're beautiful," she said as the pair landed on the railing.

"They are," he agreed.

"I see," she smiled as she carefully reached out and ran her fingers over the feathers, they were soft, and fragile, but there was such a strength and beauty to these tricky little birds.

"They were bloody smart too," he shook his head. "I taught a few to talk, and when we had invading forces, it was chaos, they would chatter around the men while I could disable them. When mother turned us into vampires, they wouldn't come near me anymore… No animal would. Oh, sure we could tame a horse or two, but dogs, cats, birds, deer, even the predatory animals, they wouldn't come near us if they had a choice." Kol also stroked his bird.

"That's lonely," she murmured.

"It was miserable. I didn't mean to forge a connection to these two, but I did, and now they're following me around," he chuckled.

"They're very pretty, pretty birds," Davina giggled. "I still prefer dogs, but they're very pretty birds."

"You wouldn't want a cat?"

"Maybe if it was a black cat and I'll get a broom and pointy hat to fulfill the witch cliché," she giggled.

"I'll keep that in mind," he mused.

Davina chuckled and then winced as she felt a stabbing pain in her temple which stole her breath away.

"Ah!" she gasped as she crumbled to her knees clutching her head.

"Davina!" Kol had caught her before she fully collapsed.

"Someone… magic," she gasped. "Ahck!"

She had forgotten how much this had hurt!

Kol caught the smaller witch and immediately pulled on an old spell that flittered through his memory to hide her from magic and eyes of the gods. He whispered it as he inhaled her pain, feeling her power flow through him as he released it back to the earth and redirect the spells cast upon her to stop them.

His third eye opened as he saw a flurry of black curls and dark eyes fly open before the connection dropped which had him gasping as he caught Davina sagging in his arms.

"I need a sketchpad," she gasped as she scrambled up. He saw her grab a notepad and a pen as her actions moved in a fury as she stained the paper black with the ink. Kol brought himself to watch over her actions as she drew, he could feel her magic reacting and pulling before she groaned and fell into a seat then. He looked at the chaotic lines on the page he looked back to her, she groaned as she dragged a messy hand over her face, staining her cheek with smudges of ink.

"Are you a prophetic witch?"

"Um…?"

"Völva, or seeress?" he explained.

"Oh, no, but… last time, so much magic, and I could feel this… this evil bubbling beneath the surface, and I couldn't control it, but I felt the need to show it?" she explained. "This feels like that…"

He nodded as he looked over the page. "Will this happen again?"

"Yes."

"I will get you proper supplies, but I will teach you a few old spells that will help you hide from the pain and the magic being funneled through you," he said.

"Thank you," she breathed. "What spell were you doing before?"

"Old spell. Seidr spell," he answered.

"Well, thank you, that hurt a lot less than it had last time," she murmured.

He smiled a bit as he nodded. "What was this last time?"

"I don't know, I got really ill before I could put it together," she admitted. "I assume it's Esther."

"We'll see then. If I'm not around, text me the pictures. Maybe this is some sort of puzzle," he said.

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"What sort of ill?"

"Pardon?"

"You said you got really ill before you could piece it together."

"Oh, the Harvest was killing me," she explained. "I was a raging hurricane while coughing up water and earth, when I died, I would've been burning the city down, I had lost control."

He could almost feel the pain and confusion of her memory which had him frowning as he sat with her.

"I died just before the fire could claim me," she softly informed him. "Completing the Harvest, ceasing the biblical plague I was, and saved the city."

"We'll sort this out, you'll be back before you know it," he promised.

"God, I hope so," she chuckled humorlessly. "Coffee, I need coffee," she muttered as she got up.

"I'll get started on breakfast," Kol decided then as he got up to get started on cooking. It didn't take him long to get the food going, and just then the Bennett witch appeared.

"This place is huge," she stated in awe.

"It is," Kol agreed as he flipped the French toast and handed Davina the warmed syrup. She pulled out the butter.

"So, what are we going to start with?" Bonnie asked eagerly.

"We are going to work on your connection. There's a whole plantation for you to connect to," he informed her.

"I'm not sure how I feel about that statement," Bonnie muttered.

"You want to be a witch, it'll take connection, an entire plantation is better than a pot, you'll have more life to feel and connect with," he stated firmly.

"Fine," she shrugged.

"Working on nature connections will strengthen general connections," Davina agreed. "Farms are good for witches; we had a greenhouse we used to practice connection with."

"Alright, so I'm to practice connecting with the plantation?"

"Start with the apple trees," Kol suggested. "Because of dryads and nymphs, it's easier to connect with them. As you are more connected with air, this will be more challenging, but trees need air, so you'll form a connection through that relationship."

"Dryads? Nymphs? They were real?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, until I helped seal them along with a bunch of other monsters about a thousand years ago with the aid of a Coven and a Pack," he answered as he served them up. "Sealing up 'mythical' creatures was the only way to keep a natural balance after what my mother did to create us. I did not make a preference about how it was done, just that it was done, before the creatures destroyed all of balance."

"Why?"

"After my mother did what she did, there was retaliation, before the dead were dead, but my mother's creation of vampires had many desiring the return of their lost. Elijah and I couldn't permit that to happen. Initially the spell to lock away the creatures wasn't for them, it was for my family and I, we would be sent to a different dimension, until such a time our curse could be undone… But something happened during the spell and instead of my siblings and I going to the Other Side, the other supernaturals did, they disappeared to the nothing," he shrugged.

"Wait, they were real?"

"Very, I made a prosperous living hunting the bad ones," he answered.

"Really!?"

"Yes, it was a good living with the farm. Made me desirable for a warrior and my skillsets exceeded the normal skills of my people's warriors."

"You were a monster killer?" Davina asked.

"Sort of," he acknowledged. "Nik was better help at it, it's how he got around the wolf curse for so long, I suppose. Wolf curse is triggered when you kill a human, not a monster."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," he responded. "Wolf aggression was to be a protector against the supernatural, world, though according to Davina that was a cruse enacted by a different witch we have to seal."

Bonnie walked through the house and been baffled at the homely airiness of the house was different. It was obviously an old, grand home and it was different from the Salvatore mansion. The Salvatore Mansion was intimidating with its museum quality goods, and the dark setting. This was different.

Finding a completely modern kitchen she had been surprised to find Kol and Davina there. Davina had ink smudges on her face and Kol was cooking.

"What is… the nothing?"

"I don't know," he answered. "The witches who performed the spell couldn't find any of the other supernaturals on the Other Side, we couldn't sense where they went, so the witches referred to it as the nothing."

"That's strange."

"Given your ancestor created the Other Side, and the Gemini Coven utilizes prison worlds, I don't think so, I just don't know where we put them," he shrugged haplessly.

"I didn't know that," she divulged.

"It's not common knowledge, Elijah helped me hide it, we didn't want Nik aware of what was happening," he acknowledged as he served himself up.

Bonnie lathered butter on her French toast and accepted the syrup from Davina. "What happened after you hid the spell?"

"Mikael took care of that for me. Mikael slaughter all of the witches and wolves that had aided Elijah and I, Elijah went to meet up with Rebekah, Finn and Nik while I ran a false trail for Mikael."

"Why did you do that?"

"Cause I'm the best," he chuckled. "And because our father wouldn't keep up with my games."

"You out foxed Mikael," Davina concluded.

"Naturally. He's a bear, I'm a fox! It was great fun!" he admitted with a wicked smile.

Bonnie shook her head in amusement.

"This afternoon I'll take you two to the Claire crypt, we'll work on some other types of magic that require no connection," he informed Bonnie.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's not Expression," he told her. "It's called Kemiya, it's a form of witchcraft I learned back in Arabia."

"Kemiya, I've never heard of it," Bonnie admitted with a frown.

"I think…" Davina started and then she frowned. "You taught Big Me."

"I did?"

"Yeah, it's the intersection between science and magic," she explained.

"Ah, I did," he smiled smugly. "Kemiya is about chemistry. It's about connection."

"So you two will be fine at it," Bonnie snickered.

"No denying that," he mused.

"I don't get it," Davina responded innocently.

"And we have Little Davina again," Bonnie mused.

"Not to worry, love, she's just jealous," Kol assured the younger girl.

Bonnie shook her head and Kol started explaining Kemiya in concept as he ate. She was actually surprised to hear something like alchemy was real.

Elijah walked down to see Kol talking with the witches when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to see them all communing with such ease. He was also surprised Kol had cooked. He kept that to himself though as he quietly made his own coffee and walked out to the porch. Kol appeared a little bit later, and Elijah looked up from The Advocate.

"What are you up to today?" he asked.

"Not a lot," Kol yawned. "Going to be working on Kemiya, probably a few other things as well."

"It is good to see you happy," Elijah said.

"I am," Kol agreed with some degree of surprise on his face. "How about you?"

"I am happy for my brother and happy as a result." Elijah sipped his coffee. "I do believe I will run into town to get some groceries; we are woefully under stocked for four mortals," he said crisply.

"Ah yes, food," he chuckled. "So nice to know that it isn't blood."

"It is nice to know I will no longer have to clean up after you," Elijah chuckled.

"Just Nik, but he only goes on the bender once a century," Kol sniggered as he sat beside Elijah. "I'll get the girls to compile a list for you, perhaps you should take Hayley."

"Hayley is still sleeping soundly," Elijah informed Kol.

"How'd you know?"

"I hear her," he answered dryly.

"Right, I'll miss the superheating," Kol sighed. "And the super smelling, that was bloody useful."

"But you have your magic back," Elijah countered.

"Yes, and I'll never give that up again!"

"Then it balances out."

"Fair enough," Kol admitted.

"This evening we'll work on your swordsmanship," Elijah decided.

"Sword? No one uses swords in this era."

"Yes, but you preferred it if I recall, and we'll work on your knife wielding."

"Ah, there it is," he sighed. "You just want an excuse to throw me in the dirt!"

"Perhaps, but as you are proficient at hand to hand, it is time to work on your weapons," Elijah pointed out.

"Hell," Kol muttered.

"Yes, but I don't want my mortal brother to be killed because of idiocy," he stated firmly.

"I'm not likely to be an idiot."

"No, but when you let your emotions get the best of you, you're sloppy."

"And no more heightened emotions means I'm not likely to be sloppy," Kol countered.

"My point still stands, we have a thousand years of bad habits to break you of, and we will."

"You just want an excuse to kick my arse," he muttered sullenly.

"As appealing as it is, I do prefer my mortal brother dies of natural cause when he's old and grey than die in a fight because he's sloppy," Elijah stated.

"Fine, if it'll put your mind at ease."

"Thank you," Elijah said sharply.

"I still think this is your payback for something."

"And what have you done that I need payback for?"

"Recently, nothing, been busy, but you hold grudges," he stated.

"No, that is Rebekah," Elijah disputed.

"She does, but she learned it from you and father," he grumbled as they watched the birds fly through the light rain.

"I do not hold grudges."

Kol raised a brow skeptically.

"Often," Elijah amended.

"Ah-ha! There it is! So, what did I do?"

"I'll leave you to figure it out," Elijah chuckled.

"Fuck!" Kol hissed as he got up and went inside.