I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

"Does this happen to her often?" Vincent asked her as she served him up some tea.

"This?" Bonnie asked as they both peeked in on Davina who was sleeping on the couch.

"Yes."

"Truthfully, I don't know… Davina has a lot of power, and if she uses too much or over connect herself, she seems to exhaust herself quickly. I don't know if it's because of the two-soul thing or not," Bonnie murmured.

In the months since coming to New Orleans Bonnie had noticed that Davina seemed to get tired rather rapidly. Kol had noticed it too, she thought, he always seemed to be around whenever Davina was falling asleep or slipping her control. Kol hovered over her like Marcel did, and Davina never seemed to mind, she didn't lose her patience with the guys or anyone for their hovering, but Bonnie thought that was because Davina knew her end was coming, and she didn't want to be parted from her loved ones.

"She just… found those kids," Vincent murmured. "Made it look effortless."

"She and Kol make magic seem effortless," Bonnie said.

"Kol, is he…?"

"Is he what?"

"Really a witch?"

"Yeah, I don't know how it happened, she and Kol haven't expanded upon that matter, and the rest of the Mikaelsons don't seem to know." Bonnie was sure they knew how it had happened, but they weren't talking or sharing, instead all of Kol's siblings had taken to discreetly hovering or being nearby before their brother could find too much trouble. Kol had noticed this, Bonnie knew because he got this wicked look in his eye before he would smuggle her and Davina to the Claire crypt just to escape Elijah.

"How's that work?"

"Him being a witch?"

"Yes."

"He just is, you'll see," Bonnie promised. "I need to take this," she said when she saw Caroline's name flashing on her caller ID.

In the past two months Bonnie had found a peace being in New Orleans, she liked Louisiana and the people. She had felt so much magic that it just made practicing so much easier, it was like breathing here, it was so easy to practice here it was like breathing. Kol had helped her so much with her reconnection and Davina; both of them, had taught her so many different ways to just be with magic it was beyond anything her Grams had taught her. And magic here was powerful, it wasn't as twisted and gnarled as Mystic Falls had been.

"Hey," she greeted as she answered the phone.

"Elena, Stefan and Damon are coming to New Orleans," Caroline sighed.

"Why?"

"Because she found out Matt and I were coming with my mom, as a graduation present, and she decided to come make amends with you, after yelling at me the Mikaelsons are evil," she sighed.

"They've been pretty good to me; Elijah and Hayley argue over grocery shopping and Kol just does magic whenever anyone isn't looking."

"A vampire arguing over groceries?" Caroline asked.

"I don't even know; point is I get fed regularly and everything runs fairly smoothly. I get the sense Elijah's a bit of a control freak and Hayley is a grab it off the shelf on a whim and they've argued about it," Bonnie mused. "I do see how we landed on their bad side. They're smart, patient, even willing to work with you if you let them, and they aren't as evil as history made them out to be, they're just a family that has an eternity."

"So you're liking New Orleans?"

"I love it, there's so much magic here, and it's so alive, there's so much to connect to and learn, and Kol and Davina help me out without dragging me into their schemes. I mean, I am helping them at times, but I don't know how much they have me doing for them in reality. Marcel's cool, he takes us out on the town often, not Davina, but he's introduced me to a friend of his, Camille, she's nice, I think you'll like her."

"That's great," Caroline chirped.

"What is it?"

"I don't know when Damon will be there, he left earlier today when Elena sort of freaked out about you staying with the Mikaelson's," Caroline admitted.

"Oh, well, I'll tell Marcel and Elijah, the property is in Kol's name, so it's ultimately up to Kol if Damon or Elena or you or Stefan can enter."

"Really?"

"Elijah had finished the paperwork last month, Kol apparently didn't like that."

"Huh, different," Caroline chuckled. "My mom is super excited though about the vacation, she's never been to New Orleans."

"It'll be fun, Marcel can show us where to go," she promised. "He'll know all the best places to treat your mom."

"Cool! I gotta go, I just wanted to say hi and give you a heads up about the Salvatores."

"Thanks," she said as she hung up and stared out at the estate.

Bonnie had never felt so at peace or at home anywhere, and she fit in. No freaky reconnection reaction could even have them jumping sideways. The other day in her frustration she had accidentally hurled a glass orb at Elijah's head, and he had caught it and said she needed to work on her aim as he handed it back, grabbed his book and left. Hayley was good at jumping and ducking out of the way, and Kol just countered it, as did Davina before they would offer her a correction to fix her frustrations. Jeremy and Elena had sort of run with her new powers and never thought about the toll it would have on her. Kol and Davina had been better at teaching her control, connection, and strong basics as they involved her with everything they were talking about. And if she didn't get it then they would explain it.

No one had given her that, and they weren't put off by anything about her, not her taste in books, music or clothes, they rather enjoyed her as herself.

Caroline sighed as she walked through the streets and finally stopped at the park where they had all played as children. She didn't know when she sensed him or how long he had been looking at her, merely that he was there all of a sudden and she couldn't stand the way he was looking at her.

"What?" she demanded as she turned around to glare at him. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," he answered tightly.

"Then what?"

"I am returning to New Orleans ahead of schedule," he answered.

"Why?"

"A matter which requires my attention, my brothers are aware that you will be coming," he sighed.

"What matter?"

"Something that I do not believe but should be discredited immediately," he stated sharply as he walked away.

"What!?" she demanded.

"It does not matter as it is impossible," he stressed. "I am merely here to inform you that I will be meeting you in New Orleans, and not accompanying you, however I have arranged your travel, and Kol and Elijah will come to collect you so that you can be invited onto the property. Now, I must go. I wanted to give you this for your graduation," he said as he pulled a slim box from his coat. Caroline didn't even get a chance to protest before he was gone.

Caroline huffed when he was gone because now, he was starting to be annoying.

However, she looked at the slim blue box before pulling it open, she was greeted by the sight of a stunning necklace that had a sun pendent, it looked custom made, and delicate, it was stunning. She found herself smiling a little as she carefully pulled it from the box. The chain was a delicate intricate rose gold and yellow gold, it was stunning, but the intricate design of the sun was what had her. It was like one of those Celtic designs, it was stunning, beautiful, and unbelievable. She smiled to herself as she put the necklace back in the box before she raced home.

"Mom!" she called out.

"In the kitchen," her mother called out which had her walking over to her mother.

"Look what Klaus got me," she said as she pulled out the box. Her mother frowned up opened the box and nodded.

"Stunning," Liz smiled as she handed it back.

"It's beautiful," she sighed.

"I don't like him giving you the attention he does," Liz warned.

"I know what I'm doing," she promised her mom.

"Caroline, I don't like it," she stressed again. "He's a thousand-year-old psychotic maniac," she said.

"He's not that bad mom," Caroline admitted softly.

"After what he did to you kids…" Liz started.

"We kind of brought that on ourselves," she admitted with a grimace.

"What?"

"Yeah, Elena's what is called a doppelgänger and as a result, her blood is powerful magic," Caroline started. It was four hours later when she finished surmising events for her mother and her to be sitting across from one another and her mother looked mortified. "And that's why I said we brought it on ourselves," she sighed as she dragged a hand through her hair.

"Honey," Liz reached over and grabbed her hand. "None of this is your fault."

"I know, but we did not know what we were getting into and we were all just blindly playing follow the leader and ended up in the middle of a massive war and instigated the wrath of one of the most ancient immortals by stealing his family. I'm surprised we're not all dead given how the Mikaelsons value their family," she admitted. "Klaus has graciously allowed us to stay at his estate in Louisiana for the vacation, and I just… it's so pretty mom, and I want this to be fun, before I go off to college."

Kol pulled up to the Big House around ten o'clock at night. Elijah was taking the twins home, and Kol was a bit antsy about having left Davina exposed to the witches. Jogging up the steps to the house he walked in and saw Bonnie in the living room reading her book, across from her was a different man, a very lean man with black, curly hair and a haggard face.

"Kol!" Bonnie was up and he smiled.

"Hello darling, where's Davina?" he asked.

"Marcel took her to bed," Bonnie answered.

He nodded as he rubbed a hand over his face tiredly.

"Um, Kol, this is Vincent," Bonnie said as she gestured to the now standing man.

"Oh, right, Vincent, Davina's family," he said walking forward. "Pleasure," he greeted.

"Family?" Vincent looked at him quizzically as they shook hands.

"You no doubt know about the two soul probably our lovely little witch is suffering, so you know that she's from the future, from what I've gathered you're her family," he said. "Where'd you guys put the kids?"

"I put them in a guest room near mine," Bonnie answered.

"I'll go take a look," he said as he went to go see what he was dealing with.

"Davina recognized the ritual as Rites of Nine," Vincent said softly as they walked up the stairs. Kol nodded as he followed Bonnie then and found where the kids were. He paused as he looked over the room before flicking on the lights and moving in.

The children ranged in age, from four to about twelve, he leaned over the youngest.

"How long ago were they taken?" he asked as he let his magic unfurl to move over the children to sense any spells or hexes on them.

"Before the Harvest," Vincent answered.

Kol nodded. "This mark, it was there when you found them?"

"Yes."

"Alright, good news, no one here is dead or dying," Kol said as he opened a mouth to inspect them. He couldn't feel life or death. "They're suspended, enchanted sleep, most likely, we break the link and they'll be fine."

"That's good," Bonnie said.

"Given how many there are, and who they're connected to, not really… I saw a ritual like this when I first came to New Orleans, not as chaotically thrown together, but dangerous, it was a mix of local magic and voodoo," he explained as he summoned a flashlight and looked at the roof of the kid's mouth. He saw the mark and he smirked. "I think we can undo this, but it'll require Eva to be here so we can break the link."

"Davina said you and she could do Representational Magic for that," Vincent snapped.

"And normally I'd agree, but, the mark on the roof of the mouth isn't going to make that possible," he said. "Their souls are contained within Eva, and the only way to unlink them and ensure the soul returns to where it belongs will be by having Eva here."

"No."

"Sorry, mate, but that's how it'll have to be. It won't kill her, but it'll hurt a hell of a lot," Kol admitted.

"You can't have her here because she's at the Fauline Cottage."

"Well, that save Davina and I a lot of bloody time, arrange a meeting with the Regent, I'll get her on my side," Kol said as he walked out of the room.

"Kol!" Bonnie snapped.

"Darling, I want a shower, a drink and to sleep in a bed I fit in, there's nothing I, or any of us, can do for these kids right now. Tomorrow we'll arrange a meet with the Regent and discuss the matter with her, but I can save the kids. Just not right now. And right now, they're in a suspended state of existence, literally nothing to be done for them. They aren't going suffer atrophy or anything," Kol shrugged. "Best to leave them here, I'll cloak them again, but nothing we can do until we have Eva."

"You're sure?" Vincent asked.

"The marks on the roof of their mouth are for an old Chitimacha legend, it's called…" Kol started.

"The Hollow, it's not a legend," Vincent said.

"Very good," Kol praised. "I can't do much about it, not right now and not without Eva. So, tomorrow we'll talk to the Regent and collect Eva," he shrugged. He didn't mention he wanted a chance to poke around the witches' prison for any signs of his elder sister, Davina had a hunch that's where Freya had hidden her coffin.

"You seem certain of this," Vincent said.

"Live as long as I do, and you pick up a thing or two," Kol confirmed. "Representational Magic would be useful for unlinking them if they were still in their bodies, but they aren't so… we'll need Eva here to ensure every soul gets back to it's proper body."

"Just that simple?" Vincent asked as he studied a child.

"That simple, should take a day or two at the most, but most of the work is in the prepping," he said and left them. He knew he was being brisk, but it had been an exceptionally long car ride home. He knocked softly on Davina's door and slipped in.

"How is she?" he asked Marcel.

"She's doing well, her heart is steady and strong, her breathing is deep and even, and her blood flow is good," Marcel murmured as Kol walked over to the bed. Kol moved aside her hair and saw her breathing was deep and even from where she lay. She was coming to have this fragile look about her, the longer she retained the Harvest's power the quicker she was fading.

"I got souls of Travelers, that should entice the Gemini Coven here, which will help me sort out her soul problem," Kol whispered.

"Have you thought about if you can't save her?" Marcel questioned gently. "Big D's resigned to her fate."

"I don't believe in fate or destiny," Kol declared icily. "You guide your own fate, but it is not ordained and written in stone anywhere. I am not resigned to losing her, either her, just yet. Davina's Davina and I'm not losing her because she thinks it's her fate to die."

"It's taking a toll, Kol," Marcel sighed as he moved her hair aside.

"I know, and that's why I'm trying to fix it before it's not able to be fixed," he murmured.

"I don't… I can't lose her," Marcel admitted.

"We're not going to," Kol said as he traced her cheek. Kol noted the scattered drawings on her bed which had him taking her sketch pad from her.

"She won't leave it alone when she's awake right now, said it keeps the pain away."

"Seidr trick, funneling the pain into a vision to reveal itself, I just had her clearing her mind rather than letting her draw the vision in the heat of emotions."

"That's a vision?"

"Yes," Kol admitted as he flicked through the pages. He was a bit confused at the drawings, they were chaotic, coils, curls, loops. He paused at the twist of a lip, then there was an eye staring at him. Looking back at Davina he looked at the images, he wondered what she was trying to see, trying to reveal, she hadn't figured it out the first time around.

"What is it? Did she… from the first time?"

"Davina said she never finished it the first time," he answered calmly as he picked up the stray bits of paper.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Kol admitted. "This is one that will only be revealed in time. It is concerning though."

"How so?"

"Because this is the great evil Davina feels when her coven practices magic, that is troubling," Kol murmured as he looked over the stray bits and pieces of her art.

"What are you thinking?" Marcel pressed again.

"Nothing, yet," he confessed again. "I'm just pondering if there's something she doesn't know from the first time around that could create so much pain and chaos."

"Why would she miss something?"

"She was a traumatized sixteen-year-old the first time, I'd be very surprised if she remembered everything about that time perfectly," he explained levelly. At sixteen Kol could hardly recall everything with perfect detail, especially his first battle, the trauma was enough for the memory to be nothing short of chaos.

"Why?"

"Because pain and trauma have a way of distorting memories," he answered.

"You think this is something she forgot!?"

"No, I think it's something she never knew about or figured out or was informed of because she was sixteen," he clarified. "Which makes this an unknown element in a lot of already dangerous known elements, and that makes it lethal."

"Why's she doing this?"

"Davina?"

"Yes."

"To save her family. I'll check on her in the morning," Kol murmured as he looked back at the sleeping witch.

"Alright," Marcel nodded.

Kol left for his shower and sleep. Tomorrow would be busy, he'd have to talk to Davina about her meeting with the Regent of this time, he didn't know how she'd like that idea.