Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the Originals, but I do own my OCs.

Summary: Blair has been on the run for 400 years, trying to escape her past. She never stays in once place long enough, but she finds herself drawn to New Orleans and it is there that she meets the Originals. She soon finds herself drawn into their drama and ends up connecting with the Noble Original, Elijah Mikaelson. Slowburn.

Enjoy!

ORIGINALS

Around an hour later, Blair stood outside the Church that housed Davina. It was a sunny day and so she had brought a pair of black cat-eye sunglasses. She stared at the Church in disdain, noting how dirty it seemed and almost regretted even coming there. However, she had no choice but to attend because Elijah had made his feelings very clear and she was smart enough not to get on his bad side. Blair knew that if she took even one step out of line, Elijah would make his feelings known and put her back in her place – but he would most likely kill her before she could even blink. But, she was determined to keep an eye on Hayley and so she had cast a little spell on the Wolf Girl. Now, Blair knew where Hayley was at any given moment and she could use her magic to transport herself to the location if she sensed there was danger. Blair walked into the Church, deciding to get this over with. She didn't want to teach a Witch how to use magic but she had little choice. She found that she didn't want to poke the beast that was Elijah Mikaelson.

As her heeled boots walked across the wooden floor, the sound echoed through the room as she made her way up the stairs. She sauntered up the stairs and stopped when she came across an opening that headed into a room – it didn't even have a door. Blair looked in and saw a sixteen-year-old child, drawing on a canvas with pure concentration, her strokes short and long. She was half tempted to turn around and walk away but she knew she couldn't. Mentally sighing, Blair was about to break the child's concentration when something stopped her – she could feel very powerful magic coming from the girl. This detail caused Blair to watch the girl with a more critical eye. The child was young, far too young to be having that much power inside her and this sparked her interest. Blair easily recognised this child from her vision of the future and knew that she would play an important role in everything.

Blair knocked on the side of the open doorway and watched as Davina's head snapped up to look at her. Davina stiffened when she saw Blair, causing the Fae to smirk. "Who are you?" Davina asked in fear as she took an instinctive step back.

"Elijah sent me," Blair said as she ignored her question, "He said there was an untrained Witch that needed some help with magic," Elijah had told her a few details before she left, though Blair would fully admit she didn't listen to everything he said, she had tuned out after a minute of him talking. The only thing Blair knew was the girl's name and that was because of her vision. She liked to make her own opinions about people because she found others to be too biased.

At the mention of the Original's name, Davina relaxed. "Oh, are you a Witch?" She asked with wide, innocent eyes.

Blair smirked, "No,"

Davina looked at Blair in confusion, "Then, how can you help me?"

"Don't be so ignorant to assume Witches are the only creature that can use magic," Blair replied back dryly. That was the one thing she hated about Witches, they always assumed they owned magic and they were the only people who could use it.

Davina at least had the decency to look sheepish, "So, what does that make you?" She asked curiously. Her Coven hadn't told her about any other creature that could use magic so this had caught her off guard.

"I'll leave that to your imagination," Blair answered with a smirk.

Realisation soon hit Davina as her eyes widened, "You're the one that's been using magic!" She exclaimed accusingly. This had been on her mind for ages as she couldn't figure out who had used magic in the Quarter. Marcel had been asking and she had yet to give him an answer and she didn't want to disappoint him. It was already bad enough she had let Elijah go when Marcel had entrusted her to find a way to kill an Original.

The smirk on Blair's face grew wider, "Of course,"

"Then how come I can't sense it?" Davina asked. She could sense whenever magic was being used except when it came to this woman who she had never met before.

Blair rolled her eyes, "Your Coven relies upon ancestral magic. I do not." In the four hundred years alive, she had come across two other Covens that used ancestral magic and both had left her with a bad taste in her mouth. This kind of magic rubbed her the wrong way, hence why she stayed away from them.

"Oh," Davina said dumbly, showing just how inexperienced she is.

Blair walked further into the room, taking in the possessions Davina had with little interest. "So, how skilled would you say you are?" Blair asked, trying to assess where to begin with the child. She may have been ordered to complete this task but when she did something it was never half-arsed.

"It's really good," Davina lied, not wanting the woman to think of her as weak.

With an arched brow, Blair sent her a look filled with scepticism, "Really?" She wasn't lying when she told Klaus and Elijah that she could spot liars. Everyone had a sign that gave them away – Klaus' was harder to find than normal people but Davina was not a good lair, so her tell was more obvious. For starters, Davina bit her lip and averted her gaze which was the biggest signal of all. It was practically a flashing beacon, begging for Blair to expose her on her lie.

Davina nodded her head, "Yeah, it is."

"Then do something," Blair challenged with a bored expression, one that irked Davina.

Thinning her lips together, Davina narrowed her gaze and threw her hands up, sending the hoard of books in Blair's direction. Blair sighed deeply and watched as the books flew towards her as if she was uninterested – which she was. Blair flicked her finger and the books stopped dead in mid-air uselessly. Davina looked at her and gasped.

"How did you do that?" Davina asked with wide eyes. No one had managed to stop her power before, especially not so easily.

Blair flicked her wrists and sent the books back to their original place, "Your control is weak which is why my magic was able to overpower yours." The spell held a lot of power inside it and if she hadn't intervened, the books would have hit her and done actual damage. If Davina was able to harness the full capacity of her powers then she would be dangerous.

For the first time in months, Davina felt powerless and she didn't like this feeling. "Teach me," She demanded with determination in her eyes. She wanted to learn how to utilise this power so she could fight back against her own Coven if they found her.

"In time, young one," Blair said, "But first, I want you to tell me how you got three others Witch's power inside you," From her time spent with Davina, she had been grasping at her magic as if trying to distinguish it. Blair could differentiate four magical signatures that presided inside of Davina, one of them being her own but the other three were foreign and didn't belong to her. They were subdued for now but Blair had a strong suspicion it wasn't going to stay like that for long.

Davina's gaze narrowed, "How do I know you aren't going to get the Witches?"

Blair scoffed, "Yeah right, I hate Witches. You're lucky I am even here." If she had a choice in the matter, she would have spent the day shopping or torturing Raphael but instead, she got to spend the day with a child. Fun.

"Then why are you here?" Davina demanded.

"Because I was forced to," Blair answered back dryly.

For a moment neither one said anything and just stared at one another. Blair could see the defiance in Davina's eyes and was amused by it. For a young one, she had spirit. Eventually, it was Davina that looked away first and she sighed deeply. "I am a Harvest girl. The Harvest Ritual is a ceremony that is performed by my Coven to strengthen the connection between the living Witches of New Orleans and their deceased Ancestors, from whom they draw their magical power. It is such an honour to be picked and I was so happy when I was chosen," Davina scoffed at her own ignorance of the subject, "Four girls are chosen and we are sacrificed. When I found this out, I freaked out and I didn't want to go through with it. Marcel stopped the ritual by taking me away but the other three girls had been sacrificed and their magic passed through me, thereby interrupting the ritual. Marcel has hidden me away ever since," Davina's eyes welled up with tears as she thought about her three friends that had been murdered mercilessly.

Blair was silent for a moment as she took in her words. Everything Davina had said made sense considering what her vision had shown her. Blair had seen the Harvest Ritual completed when Davina died – something she knew would need to happen if the events she had seen did come true. With her gift, Blair had realised her visions were never set in stone because people's decisions can change very easily but more times than not, her visions came true.

"So, are you going to teach me," Davina said as she shook off her tears.

"No," Blair said as she turned around and walked away. She ignored Davina's shouting for her to come back and even the huge spike of magic as she left the Church.

ORIGINALS

Blair arrived back in the manor, where she had sensed Hayley was presiding. Through her magic, she had felt how Hayley had visited the Bayou but she was reassured when Elijah had gone with her. The moment Blair walked into the manor, Elijah appeared from another room and when he saw Blair, he arched a brow at her questioningly.

"That wasn't long," Elijah commented as he looked down at his expensive wristwatch. He had assumed that Blair would take much longer in training up Davina and now he wondered if the Fae had even paid the little Witch a visit.

"She can't be taught," Blair said as she made her way past the Original and tried to head towards the basement. However, she only made it two steps before Elijah appeared in front of her again, blocking her way with his larger frame.

"What could that possibly mean?" Elijah inquired curiously.

Blair's lips thinned, "Her magic is unstable because she had three other Witch's power inside her. Her own magic is messed up because of this sudden boost and so training her would be useless. She's like a ticking time bomb ready to go at a moment's notice."

Elijah opened his mouth to answer but he was interrupted when Klaus waltzed in. "But that's why we need her, love." The smirk on Klaus' face unnerved Blair because she could see the mischief behind it.

"She is a child," Blair shot back.

In a flash, Klaus was in front of her, the amusement in his eyes now gone and all that was left was cold wickedness. "You are all children to me. I am a thousand years old and if I want her power, I will have it," His hands twitched as if he was ready to put a hole in her chest cavity, something Blair didn't doubt he would do.

"Niklaus," Elijah tensed, ready to intervene if his brother became violent.

However, Blair wasn't one to back down easily and instead, she glared fiercely. "I am not here to do your dirty work. I am here for that child and to make sure the Queen doesn't get her hands on the child or Hayley." Magic pulsed under her skin as she readied herself for a fight. She refused to back down to an overgrown child or bow to his whims as he wasn't her leader – she was ruled by no one but herself.

Klaus smirked, "Oh yes, I remember Fae are meant to have a weakness for children – not just iron." The way his blue eyes flashed in cold fury warned Blair about the veiled threat in his words. He knew her weakness and he had no qualms about exploiting them when it suited him.

Blair scoffed, "Goodness no, I hate children. I just have morals," She flashed him a sarcastic smirk. Klaus' words weren't wrong, Fae did love children and this was where rumours had surfaced about them stealing children. This wasn't the case but of course, Witches had twisted the Fae's story into something evil.

"Enough," Elijah stepped in as he stood between Klaus and Blair knowing that a fight was imminent with the way they were going. The moment he stepped in, Klaus and Blair took a step back from one another but they still continued to glare at one another. "We have more pressing matters to contend with, Niklaus," He shot his younger brother a meaningful look, one that made Klaus smirk and relax.

Huffing to herself, Blair turned around to walk away but stopped and turned her head. "If you want Davina on your side then you need to be more cunning. Ruling people by fear will get you nowhere and it just drives people away," She shot one last glance in Elijah's direction before she walked away and entered the basement.

Klaus frowned at her words as a wave of anger filled him whereas Elijah watched her leave in interest as his lips curled into a smile. He could count on one hand the number of people that had stood up to his brother had lived to tell the tale. However, Elijah could not deny that her words were true and only wished that his brother would listen. Just when he thought he had her figured out, she surprised him.

Blair arrived down in the basement and vanished the concealment charm over Raphael, no longer needing it as Klaus and Elijah had left the manor so she didn't need to fear them coming down. She didn't know what they were doing but it must have been something big for Klaus to look that excited. Blair could feel that Hayley was in her room and Rebecca wasn't even in the manor to begin with – something she had noticed for a while. It seemed as though Rebecca was doing something behind Klaus and Elijah's back but she didn't care as she refused to get involved in their drama. Blair was there for the baby and that was it. She would sooner see Klaus perish than help him but unfortunately she couldn't have her way.

With a wave of her hand, Blair's magic picked up Raphael's body and stuck it to the wall like she had done in the alleyway a few days ago. With the second wave of her hand, Blair lifted the sleeping spell that she had cast on him and watched as he slowly came out of his comatose state with glee.

Raphael groaned as he heavily opened his eyes, "W-where… am I?"

"In a basement," Blair answered blandly as she watched him struggle. The feeling in his body would be coming back to him and she watched as he struggled in his binds only to be unsuccessful.

At the resistance of his movement, Raphael became more alert. "What's going on? Why have I been bound again?" He demanded as he glared at Blair, waiting for her to answer his questions impatiently.

Blair smirked, "We're going to have a little fun, Raphael," Her smirk grew wider as Raphael's eyes filled with horror and fear. She had a lot of ideas and a lot of pent up rage – from the Queen or Klaus, she wasn't sure. Either way, she was going to vent those feelings.

"I won't break. I was taught by Tumas," Raphael spat out.

"We'll see," Blair said as she casually shrugged her shoulders. She was counting on this fact and he just made this even more enjoyable for her. Tumas always trained his warriors to be able to withstand torture in case they were captured by enemies – but what they weren't expecting was for a Fae to administer the torture. Blair knew all the weak points of a Fae and she planned to exploit that.

Raphael shivered on the wall in fear. Blair reached to her thigh and pulled out the iron knife from under her shorts. The moment Raphael saw the blade, he tensed as he hissed in fear. "How can you withstand it?!" He shrieked in pain and yet he hadn't been touched by the iron.

"I've built up a tolerance," Blair answered smugly. It wasn't easy, but after many years she had finally built up enough tolerance where she could have it strapped to be her thigh and not be bothered by it. However, it still affected her if she ingested it or if it touched her directly. Raphael looked at her in disbelief and it was one Blair revelled in. Blair walked up to him and waved the knife around teasingly. "What, they haven't taught you to resist iron yet?" She asked tauntingly even know she already knew the answer.

Glaring at her, Raphael spat out, "You bitch, you already know the answer!"

Blair hummed in agreement, not deterred by his answer. In the Forrest the Fae community had made their home, there was no iron for miles. It was completely free of iron and thus made their tolerance for the substance non-existent. "Well, I suppose they should have prepared you better," She said as she pressed the iron blade onto his face.

Raphael screeched as the iron made contact with his skin, the iron burning him viciously. His whole body sung in agony as it begged to be away from the iron. It was bad enough it just being near him, the smell knocked him sick but to have it touch him was torture.

Blair counted in her head to ten before she removed the blade and watched in satisfaction as he slumped forward as much as her magic allowed him to. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked mockingly.

Looking up, Raphael glared at her, "What do you even want?!" His voice was sharp in anger and pain, something that pleased Blair immensely.

"You killed Chloe," Blair answered back plainly, "You have to pay,"

Raphael scoffed, "She deserved it. She betrayed the Queen, you know what happens when Fae do that,"

Blair nodded her head slowly, "I do, but sending it to me in a box was overkill," The fact Chloe had been killed was a tragedy and one that Blair mourned. But even she knew there would be consequences for Chloe when she was found out. Blair knew better than anyone what the Queen was like but the fact the bitch had sent the severed head of her childhood friend was another matter altogether. That was a power play, the Queen was trying to show that she was still in control and Blair refused to relinquish that back after so long away.

"Good move though, you've got to admit," Raphael replied back with a smirk as if he was heavily amused.

This caused Blair to pause for a moment. "What has she done to you?" Blair asked softly, her rage instantly leaving her. This was not Raphael – at least not the one that she knew before she was excommunicated. The Raphael she had known was shy, a dork and a loveable idiot but the Raphael that hung before her was completely different and quite frankly, a douchebag. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that something wasn't right about this whole situation. Before she hadn't seen the obviously glaring signs because of her rage but now that she had a few days to think and stew over the matter, Blair realised how wrong it was.

Raphael frowned, "What do you mean?"

Putting her blade back in its belt on her thigh, Blair moved forward until she was inches away from Raphael. Raphael attempted to struggle when she got closer but she ignored him and grabbed his face with her left hand. Blair held his face and looked into his dark eyes but saw nothing. She was about to move away when she saw it which caused her to gasp. "That bitch!" Blair shouted out in anger, the rage coming back once more and it was all directed towards the Queen.

"What?" Raphael asked in confusion.

However, Blair could not answer as she was too angry. Just when she thought the Queen couldn't sink any lower, she outdid herself. Not every Fae had a special ability but some did and they were usually unique to that Fae but there had been instances were Fae had similar powers but not exactly the same. Blair's power was clairvoyance and half the time she could command when she had visions but it came at a cost. Usually, gifted Fae was considered more highly compared to none gifted Fae. Chloe did not have a gift and neither did Raphael but the Queen did. The Queen's power was completely unique for a Fae as she could control people's minds which were very similar to Vampire's compulsion. Her power was not common knowledge, at least it wasn't when Blair left but it made her wonder what else the Queen had been up to in her absence. Instead of answering him, Blair stretched out her hand until it touched Raphael's head. "Sorry about this Raphael, but it needs to be done," Her magic pulsed under her command as she forced it into Raphael's mind. The moment he felt Blair's magic touch him, Raphael screamed out as he tried to get away. It felt like someone was forcing a metal bar into his head and the pressure was too much, it was painful.

Hours passed before Blair re-emerged from the basement. In that time, she had spent a lot of time in Raphael's mind, trying to undo all the damage that the Queen had done. Raphael's mind had been a mess and it was a wonder he was able to function at all. The poor Fae didn't even know who he was anymore and Blair made it her mission to rid him of the Queen's control. However, Blair had spent her magic for the day and now she was feeling exhausted, something she didn't like. Blair didn't like overextending her magic because it was dangerous especially in her situation but she had little choice. Knowing that she just needed to sleep it off made her feel better and that's what she intended to do. She didn't care that it wasn't night time yet, she would go for a nap. However, when she came up from the basement, she wasn't expecting to hear shouting.

Blair turned her head and listened. Her hearing wasn't as advanced as Vampires but was better than humans. She could hear Klaus shouting – no surprise there – but she could also hear Rebekah shouting and Elijah's voice. Blair frowned, she had thought Rebekah left but it appeared as though she was wrong and that's when her eyes rolled. From her visions, Blair had seen Rebekah gallivanting with Marcel and she assumed that's who they were arguing about. Blair turned around and headed towards the door, not wanting to risk any one of them noticing her while they were so fired up. When Blair opened the door, she noticed Hayley sat on the steps.

"Didn't want to be near the fighting?" Blair asked as she closed the door behind her. She stood on the mansions large stone porch, placing a hand on her hip.

Hayley turned her head, not surprised to see the Fae. "No, they're too loud," With her advance hearing, she could hear every word that was being exchanged and it exasperated her. It was moments like these that really made her reconsider her choices.

Blair spared a glance into the house with a frown, "Anything interesting?" She was sure there was loads of animosity between the siblings. She didn't know them but she knew of them, they were famous in the supernatural community. However, because most of them hadn't been seen for a long time, they were believed to be a myth.

"Apparently, Rebekah has paired up with Marcel, the King of this city," Hayley explained with an unimpressed expression, "He's an old flame of Rebekah's and someone who Klaus considered a son. They conspired against Klaus to have him locked away but it didn't work." When Elijah and Klaus had come back from Marcel's, they had been covered in blood. From what she could gather, there had been a fight for control and they had won. However, the siblings had seen Rebekah hidden in the back and now Rebekah was trying to apologise for her mistake, but it wasn't being received very well. Elijah was trying to mediate but it wasn't working.

"Damn," Blair muttered, "I knew they were complicated but this is a mess," She was aware that they had their issues, Katherine had taken to telling her about all the things she had learned about the Originals and Blair had concluded that they were all screwed up. However, seeing it happen in person was very different from hearing stories about them.

Hayley grinned slightly but didn't argue her words.

Just then, the front door slammed open and Klaus walked out with Elijah right behind him. Blair was about to say something but stopped when she noticed how thunderous Klaus' expression was and how wary Elijah seemed. "You're coming with me, little Wolf," Klaus said as he walked over to his car.

Hayley looked at him in exasperation, "Why would I go anywhere with you?"

Klaus stopped for a moment and turned around, his expression cold, "Because Hayley, that child that you carry is the only thing on this earth that matters to me. Now, you can fight me on this, but you will lose," He turned back around and opened the car door, "As will anyone else that will stop you getting in this car," He sent a pointed look to Elijah and then to Blair, who arched her brow at him.

Elijah sighed lowly, "Hayley, would you please get in the car? We are moving residence," He explained, hoping this explanation may calm any nerves she may have. In the mood, Klaus was in he wouldn't explain anything and just demand.

Hayley hesitated for a moment before she stood up and got into the car. Klaus shut the car door and then looked to Blair, "If you claim to be here for Hayley then I suggest you get in this car also," The glower that Klaus sent in her direction was fierce, almost as if he was challenging her on her intentions.

Blair smirked, not one to shy away from a challenge, "Of course," With her head held high, Blair walked over to the car and got in on the other side. Not too long after she got in, Klaus got in the driver's seat and Elijah in the passenger seat in the front. As they drove off, Blair turned her head and looked back. She could see Rebekah looking out the window with a forlorn expression. Ignoring the female Original, Blair mentally noted how she would need to move Raphael into their residence soon.