I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

March slipped to April and Davina was surprised when May came rolling in.

Kol had gone on a hunt for Travelers with Elijah, Luke, and Liv, having found a tangible lead. And Davina was driving through the bayou in an old Ford pick-up with Bonnie Bennett as she followed a lead on Vincent's whereabouts.

By Davina's calculations Hayley was also starting to enter the noticeable portion of her pregnancy; morning sickness, nausea, exhaustion, and frequent urination. Davina could even feel Hope's magic blooming, though it felt different this time, stronger, and in general, more. Davina wasn't sure what that meant, unlike the Deveraux family, Davina's element wasn't earth naturally, she couldn't sense life within others without extreme focus. Davina, like most Claires was more fire inclined, fire wasn't the element that felt the bloom of life; she could feel the spark of life, but not feel it blooming. Even channeling the Harvest that was far more work than Davina could spare to sense what was different about Hayley.

Also, Davina had been exhausting more of her power to find Vincent than she could dare to spare pondering Hayley's pregnancy.

Vincent Griffith was not making it easy to find him, and she didn't know if that was because he knew someone was seeking him out or what, but she was ready to throttle him when she finally found his ass. Finally, Davina pulled up an old cabin and the tree was decorated with hanging bottles that rattled in the light rain's breeze.

"Are we in the right place?" Bonnie asked as Davina shifted the truck into park. Marcel had taught her to drive stick recently, and it was a nice refresher course. With Kol as a husband Davina never drove anywhere, he was always driving.

"I think so…she answered. "Just, slow, movements and stay close to me."

"What?"

"You're in the south and the bayou, sugar, people have guns and like them," Davina chuckled as she got out of the car, stuffing her hands in her coat as she walked around the truck.

"Will, I'm not looking at the case!" a voice bellowed, and Davina smiled a little.

"I'm not Will," she called out.

There was some rattling around, some banging before Vincent appeared on the porch in sweatpants and a stained wife beater.

"Then get the hell off my property!" he bellowed.

"I can't do that," Davina said as she gestured for Bonnie to stay where she was, and she walked forward. "I need your help, Vincent."

"And why the hell would you need something like that?" he spat out venomously.

Davina let the power of the Harvest unfurl as she connected with the rain, the earth, the trees, the wind, and the electricity. The power surge had the winds howling around, rain came crashing down as the trees groaned, the earth rumbled, and lightning cackled is it danced, thunder's boom had everything reverberating to quake in fear.

"Because I'm in way over my head," she answered as she closed off the power and fell to her knees panting, that was getting harder, and harder to do and close off. She wouldn't have much longer, she didn't think she would make it to the end of July.

"Holy… what… what was that!?" Vincent demanded as he jogged over to her.

"The Harvest," she answered as she pushed herself up. "I need your help, Vincent Griffith. I'll help you in return," she offered then. Bonnie appeared at her side and helped her stagger to her feet.

"That was a lot more than you normally use," Bonnie muttered.

"I didn't mean to unleash like that," she admitted as she leaned on Bonnie.

Vincent was before her and before anyone could react, he had tapped her third eye and she felt them enter the astral plane.

"So, you're the little witch everyone's hunting," he said as he looked at the other souls.

"I'm complicated," she answered as Big Her materialized.

"Interested in helping us out?" she asked.

He just about jumped off the astral plane when he saw both hers, and she chuckled.

"How…?" he sputtered.

"This is an easier, in person, conversation," she assured him as she released his hold on her mind and they came crashing back into the world of the living. "I gotta say, you did not make it easy to find you!" she said as she stood up straight again.

"Kind of the point," he hissed as he dusted himself off and got up.

"I know how to find Eva's victims and return them to their families," she said as she stood up. "And I'll do it with or without your help, but Vincent, I need your help."

"Who are you?" he demanded as he glared down at her.

"Davina Claire, French Quarter Witch," she answered as she held out her hand.

"You appear to know who I am," he said as he shook her hand.

"I'm Bonnie," Bonnie said with a smile.

"Come on in," Vincent sighed. Davina nodded as she and Bonnie followed him. "How can I help you ladies?"

"Well, you saw Davina's problem," Bonnie anxiously pointed out.

"Kind of hard to miss, but it doesn't explain why you'd seek me out, I'm retired. I have no connection to the Ancestors or the Covens," he stated.

"You weren't excommunicated," Davina cut off before he could spiral into his self-depreciation sensibilities. This man was Regent, he'd been the only person on this side to give her power on the Other Side, he hadn't left her alone. He, Josh, Marcel and Kol, they were her people, the people she loved more than life itself, and she would keep them in any way she could.

"Does it matter?" he asked dryly as he picked up a bottle and took a sip.

"Not particularly. However, I need your help, and in turn, I think what I offer will be enticing enough for you to want to help me, other than me recovering your wife's victims," she promised.

"Ex-wife," he snapped.

"I know where Eva Sinclair stashed the bodies, and they aren't dead," Davina informed him as she sat down.

Now he was interested.

"I'm listening."

"I'm going to find those kids no matter what, I already made that plan, but I need you to perform the Harvest."

"Ha, that's a good one," he chuckled humorlessly. "I don't practice, Davina Claire."

"You're a member of the Tremé Coven, they practice sacrificial magic, and they're the best at it. Now, you saw there's two of me, and you saw the Harvest girls, all seven of them," she admitted. "If the Harvest is performed by my Coven, in their current state, I won't come back. None of the Harvest girls will. Instead, Esther Mikaelson will, and she well wreak havoc upon the living. I don't trust Bastianna or Agnes to actually bring me back, so, I need you to perform the Harvest."

"It's not my magic."

"No. It's not. But if you do it, Big Me will be destroying the Ancestors so this can't happen again to some other poor kid," she pressed.

Now he looked up at her as he stood slowly.

"I'll even destroy the evil that corrupted your ex-wife," she offered firmly.

"How?"

"I'm working on that, but I'm working with Kol Mikaelson."

"No good comes from working with the Old Ones," Vincent snorted.

"I disagree, but that's my biased opinion, Kol's no longer an Old One," she said as she folded her arms. "He's a witch, and he's probably the most powerful living witch at this moment, other than myself."

"How?"

"I don't know, but he is," she lied. "So, will you join us and help us?"

Now he stood as he dragged his hands over his face, and he paced. She knew Vincent was weighing the pros and cons in his mind and then he turned on her as his dark eyes narrowed.

"How is there two of you?"

"Time Magic," she answered.

"Time Magic?" he snorted.

She pulled out the hourglass she had pilfered from Kol this morning and held it up. "Can't fully explain what it is, or how it works, but one moment I'm dying in my time, next thing I know I'm in my sixteen-year-old body."

He reached over for it and pulled it gently from her grasp as he looked it over with a critical eye. "This is druid, and this is Egyptian," he muttered as he examined the rings. "Is this… this is Runic," he mumbled and looked at her. "Where did you get this?"

"It literally appeared on my counter one morning," she explained honestly. "I was trying to figure out what it was when I died."

"It's ancient. Whoever created this must've been crazy or brilliant, any leads on it?"

"Kol's working on that right now," Bonnie answered for her.

Vincent nodded as he looked it over and opened the rings, examining them closely. "I'll help you, Davina Claire."

"Great, can you take a shower please, you reek of booze," she admitted with a wrinkle of her nose.

He snorted as he tossed the broken hourglass back to her, catching it she shoved it back into her pocket.

Hayley was on a mission, she was after a fat, savory burger, and Rousseau's had what she wanted. She wasn't going to be deterred by anything or anyone. She swore to all that was holy if she didn't get that burger there might actually be bodily harm to anyone between her and that burger.

Elijah had gone off with Kol to hunt Travelers, Davina had finally found a lead on an old or new friend; time travel made things so confusing; and Bonnie had gone with her. Marcel was in the city doing whatever it was he normally did; Hayley hadn't thought to ask. But it was her first time in a week unsupervised, and the first morning in a week where her head wasn't in a toilet until past noon, and for a change she was starving rather than revolted at the mere idea of food. Especially after she had microwaved herself some ginger tea with honey and lemon.

If it weren't impossible, she'd have thought she was pregnant but the only guy she had slept with had been sterile, and she didn't think he could knock her up. Which had her thinking this was some weird bug, or nerves about finding her family. Davina had started the spell to undo the curse, and soon she would have a pack, the thought was daunting and exhilarating. Not that she didn't already have a pack with Davina, Kol and Elijah, but it wasn't the same thing.

Parking her car, she walked to Rousseau's which was just opening for lunch time customers. She was a bit ashamed she was becoming a regular, but their food was amazing.

"Hey Hayley," Cami greeted her. "The usual?"

"Please," she begged.

"Hey, Sophie, we need a cheeseburger with everything on it," Cami said as a brunette walked by. The brunette with a messy bun stopped to look at her curiously. "Oh, Soph, this is Hayley, Hayley, this is our chef. Hayley's new to town."

"You're new to town?"

"Sort of, I'm looking for my family," she admitted honestly as she sat at the bar. "My little sister said to start here in New Orleans, so we are."

"Huh, cool," she nodded and walked off.

"Don't mind her, she just lost her niece," Cami said softly.

"That's awful," Hayley muttered.

"Yeah, Marcel's been cutting her some slack," Cami grumbled sourly. "Hey, how's, you know."

"She's good, on a mission today with a hunt in the bayou."

"And you didn't go with her?"

"No, her friend Bonnie is with her, I was requested not to interfere," Hayley chuckled.

Davina didn't want Hayley attacking Vincent; and Hayley had had her head in a toilet and wasn't able to argue back. When she had finally stopped retching, she was alone. Admittedly, she was uneasy with Davina being out alone, knowing there was a coven of witches hunting her, but Hayley also didn't want to cage Davina up to keep her safe.

Kol pulled up to St. Francisville, Louisiana's Welcome Sign, and looked around as he slowed the car on the empty highway.

"What is it?" Elijah asked as he looked around.

"I don't know," Kol admitted. As he looked around.

"We should just go ahead," Luke urged.

"Take it from the thousand-year-old vampire and witch, we don't want to be doing that," Kol muttered.

For the past month and a half, he had been hunting for a trace of the Travelers, which was difficult. Between training the Bennett witch and working with Davina on Kemiya to find objects that would work around Traveler's 'pure' magic and protect everyone in their party, it had been a busy few weeks.

"What do you think it is?" Elijah asked warily.

"I don't know," Kol admitted as he twisted around and grabbed his pack from between the twins. "You drive around town, I'll call when I know something."

"Kol!" Elijah grabbed his arm.

"If it's Travelers, I'll have a better shot at surviving whatever this is than you do, and we need them to stay alive more than we need me," he said as he jabbed at the twins.

"You're my brother."

"I'll be fine, I used to do this for a living," he quipped as he got out of the SUV.

Shutting the door, he waved off his brother before he started walking. Whispering a cloaking spell, he pulled the fox talisman he had created for protection and pushed a good reserve of his magic there before he walked into town. It was a bit of a walk before he found himself walking through neighborhoods of the town.

The muggy warmth of Louisiana's May also had mosquitoes buzzing about him which had him charging his body lightly to keep them at bay, but it didn't stop the sticky sweat from rolling down his back and chest, making his shirt cling to him.

He came to a stop when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Kol looked around when he saw a black-eyed woman walking towards him. Everything in him went haywire when he heard the spell in Czech which had him pulling a knife as he countered the spell and sealed the Traveler in the Passenger's body. The magic was stunned as he lowered the woman to the ground and got to work. He would need a few more, but the woman would recover without her magical parasite. He worked swiftly and left the unconscious woman on a bench.

"Elijah," he said as he dialed his brother.

"What have you found."

"Yeah, they're here," he said as he looked around.

"Are you certain?"

"Positive. I'll meet you guys outside the town."

"Be careful, brother," Elijah ordered.

"I am, but they're crafty buggers."

"That's saying something coming from you," Elijah chuckled.

"Yeah, but they're not crafty in a good way, I'll be at the dinner down the road from the town."

Hanging up he went to steal a car before he headed back out of town. It didn't take him long to find his brother at the diner he spoke of, and he parked the car a ways away before he went to the dinner. Walking in he saw the twins and his brother.

"What did you find?" Luke asked anxiously

"Travelers are coming," he said as he pulled out the blade, he had contained the Traveler soul within, they're already in St. Francisville."

"What are Travelers?" Elijah asked as Kol handed over the knife to his brother. "What sort of witch is this?"

"They aren't a witch, not really," Kol explained.

"They're more like the ugly stepsister. Travelers have a grudge toward anyone that draws their magic from Nature. Something about witches cursing the land to turn it against them. Now they're on the move." Liv cut him off.

"They've been around for a long time, brother, before our time," Kol said as he watched Luke take the knife and whisper a few spells over it.

"How long?"

"I've traced them back to Silas, but I stopped looking once they were tied to Silas, I've spent a lot of time killing them instead," Kol explained as he took the knife back.

"How?"

"It's not easy at least, when I was a vampire, usually meant I had to kill the Passenger," he muttered.

"And this time?" Elijah asked.

"This time I just extracted the Traveler from the Passenger. I'll collect a few more if the twins want to help, but then we'll need to go to New Orleans," he said.

"Why? We can take them out here and now!" Liv stated passionately.

Kol sighed, since the arrival of the Gemini Twins a couple of weeks back, Luke and Liv with their sister Jo, his life had been turned a little bit upside down, he didn't like it. Luke wasn't all that bad, the kid was sarcastic and dry, but willing to listen and learn. However, his sister was as pushy and bossy as any all-knowing witch Kol had ever met which drove Kol up the wall; worse she sort of pushed Davina to the side which pissed Kol off on many levels. Not to mention he was getting annoyed with all the looks Olivia threw his way.

"What Travelers lack in power they make up for in numbers. If there's one here, then there's really fifty close by, they're like rats or roaches," he explained in disgust. "But, if we lure them towards New Orleans, there's Nine Covens strong there that will take them on, along with the Wolves and Vampires," he said softly.

"How do we get Travelers out of their Passengers?" Luke asked him.

"That's going to be the trickier part, I'm surprised this spell worked," Kol admitted as he twirled the knife.

"What spell?"

"And old Seidr spell," he answered. "I'm going to look at Latin spells, that'll be easier for you two. We'll go back tomorrow to hunt a few more, but this is our start," he said as he looked at the knife he had the Traveler trapped in.