Chapter Eleven

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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.

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ORIGINALS

Blair and Davina arrived at the cemetery where everyone else was. Davina was getting prepped for the sacrifice and Rebekah had filled her in on what she had missed. Apparently, when Sophie had tried to consecrate Celeste's remains it hadn't worked. However, they had managed to find an alternative – Klaus and Elijah had handed over the body of their mother, the Original Witch to consecrate instead. When Blair found this out, she nearly slapped someone. The Original Witch was one of the most powerful Witches to have ever lived and they handed her over – willingly to people who hated them. Blair felt suspicious that Celeste's remains hadn't worked and something didn't sit right with her. The whole situation was suspicious since there was no reason it shouldn't have worked but she had no evidence to back this up.

Elijah, Rebekah, Hayley and Klaus all stood around with umbrellas to protect them. Blair had conjured one on the way while she had carried Davina to the cemetery. The power inside Davina was much too powerful and was tearing her apart from the inside to the point she wasn't able to move ten feet. So, without a word, Blair had picked up Davina and carried her to the Witches cemetery.

Sophie was drenched with rain and so did Davina the moment she stepped away from Blair's protective embrace. Sophie placed the blade into Witch fire, letting the metal heat up. She removed it and turned to Davina, "Do you believe in the Harvest?"

For a moment, Davina said nothing but then she nodded her head. "I believe." She spared a glance to the Fae, who nodded her head in return.

Having her answer, Sophie took the blade and cut Davina's throat open. Blair twitched her fingers, taking away Davina's pain. It was a horrible sight to behold but she refused to look away and she held Davina's eyes. Hayley gasped and looked away and Rebekah looked as though she was going to cry. Klaus watched with a dark expression and Elijah seemed remorseful. Seeing Davina's throat being cut open made something inside Blair tense in rage. The Harvest was barbaric and she didn't like it. Using her magic to hold her umbrella up, she caught Davina as she fell and slowly brought her down. "You're okay," Blair muttered softly as she held Davina close to her. Davina looked at her and smiled before her eyes closed and she breathed her lost breath.

The moment life left Davina, the rain receded until there was no more. Everyone watched as the magic slowly travelled from Davina's body and into the earth. When she couldn't see the magic anymore, Blair picked the Witch and placed her with the other sacrificed girls and stepped back, vanishing her umbrella as she no longer needed it. Blair stood back and crossed her arms as she waited. She stood back next to Elijah and said nothing. She ignored the sympathetic look he sent and she ignored everyone else around her. Blair stared down at Davina's body, mentally calling for the girl to wake up.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping," Sophie said as she stood in front of the dead girls. "Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie looked down, expecting the girls to wake up but one did.

A sense of dread filled Blair. She had foreseen Davina waking up, but why wasn't she waking up?

This seemed to cause Sophie to panic. "We call upon our Elders to resurrect your chosen ones," She repeated, hoping something would happen.

Again, nothing happened.

"Resurrect your chosen ones," Sophie repeated, desperation in her voice, "Please…"

Still, not one of the girls stirred from their death.

Sophie looked down at Monique and tears formed in her eyes. She fell to her knees and held her niece close to her, silently begging for her to wake up. She had thought Monique would come back when the ritual was complete but she was wrong. Everything had gone wrong and now there was no way she would get her niece back again.

"It didn't work," Rebekah muttered in anger. Tears swam in her pretty blue eyes, she had thought it would work. All the work they had done was for nothing.

"Why isn't this working?" Blair demanded harshly, her magic flickering harshly around her. "What did you do wrong?!" Anger consumed her. She had promised that Davina would be safe and she was wrong. How could her vision being wrong – they were never wrong.

"I don't know!" Sophie cried out, just as confused as everyone else.

Magic flared dangerously and Blair took a step towards the Witch but she was stopped when Elijah grabbed her by the arm. She turned to him, her eyes flashing purple but stopped when she saw the grief in his deep brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," Elijah muttered softly.

Blair's jaw clenched and she nodded her head stiffly. She hated herself. She had got attached to someone again and they died. But this time, it wasn't the Hunter's fault – it was hers. If she had pushed Davina to get out sooner then maybe she wouldn't be in this situation. Death followed her wherever she went and she hated it. It was like a curse and it reminded her that she would never be free of it. A gasp tore through Blair's thoughts and her head snapped in the direction of the sound. What Blair saw made her eyes widen. The slash on Davina's throat was healed and she had woken up.

"Oh thank god," Rebekah muttered as the tension was immediately sucked out of the cemetery.

Elijah let go of Blair's arm and the Fae was by Davina's side immediately. Davina looked to Blair and smiled. "It worked…"

Blair sighed in relief, "I knew it would," There was a moment where she thought it wasn't going to work and she was ready to burn down this entire cemetery but everything had worked out.

Looking up, Sophie's face was filled with confusion, anguish and anger. But no one paid her any attention. Instead, Blair picked up Davina and walked off. It had been a hectic day and no doubt Davina was tired. While she carried Davina, the young Witch fell asleep, listening to Blair's steady heartbeat. Blair noted how Elijah and Rebekah followed after her but didn't pay them much attention. Hayley ran after them and tried to speak with Elijah but the male Original ignored her – now that did catch some of Blair's attention but she had bigger things to worry about.

They made it to the compound soon after and Blair placed Davina back in her room. With a wave of her hand, Blair cleaned up Davina's room, which was still in disarray from when her powers were unstable. Then, she used her magic to clean up Davina, who was still drenched from the rain and changed her clothing. Covering her with the duvet, Blair left the room and walked to the kitchen where she intended to pour herself a very large glass of wine.

Sitting on the stool, Blair drank from her glass of wine and sighed in relief. It had been a chaotic day, one that drained her emotionally. It had been a long time since she had been this emotionally exhausted and she could say with all honestly she didn't miss it. This was why she didn't care for people, it always ended up going badly, but for once, it hadn't. As Blair sipped her wine, she considered what had happened. The Harvest had nearly gone completely wrong – for what reason was unknown. Blair knew enough about Witch magic to know that it shouldn't have gone wrong but it had. She could have easily put the issue down to Sophie's incompetence but that wasn't it. Something had gone wrong with the Harvest and she had a feeling it was due to an external cause.

Elijah walked into the kitchen, seeming to ignore Blair, and walked over to the whisky and poured himself a large glass. He gulped down the liquid before pouring himself another glass.

"Hard day?" Blair asked as she watched him. She had not seen him so unhinged before and it fascinated her. She had assumed that he had endless patience but that seemed to have run out that day. His attitude towards Hayley had shifted, something she thought wouldn't happen. The Noble Original seemed to have put Hayley on a pedestal and she could do no wrong, until now. Any affection he may have had for the Wolf girl seemed to have vanished.

"Very," Elijah answered as he downed this drink again.

Blair arched brow, "Does this have anything to do with a pregnant Wolf?" She had seen the way Elijah had dismissed Hayley so easily. Usually, he hung off every word that came out of Hayley's mouth but now he couldn't seem to stand her.

Elijah sent her a pointed look, one that Blair returned with a grin. With a wave of her hand, Elijah's glass was filled with whiskey again, as well as ice. With a sigh, Elijah sat down, opening his jacket as he did so. "You are aware that Sophie attempted to consecrate Celeste's remains for the Harvest,"

"Yes, it failed, didn't it?" Blair asked as she drank her wine.

"It did fail," Elijah answered dryly, "But Celeste's grave was meant to remain unknown. Before she died, she asked to be buried in a secret place where only I knew the locality. I have kept that promise for two hundred years but Hayley undid that promise," When Hayley had admitted her misdeed, he had been outraged and disappointed. He hadn't expected her to do such an unhanded thing and go through his journals to find the location and then hand it over to the very people who hated them.

"Damn," Blair muttered under her breath. One thing she did appreciate was promises. Like Elijah, she took them seriously so she understood to an extent how he must be feeling. Also, Hayley had helped to desecrate someone's grave – even if it was a Witch, she understood the severity of what Hayley had done.

Elijah downed his glass of whiskey once more before clearing his throat. "Then she asks why I can't see past this." He could have got passed this betrayal but it was Hayley's attitude that had bothered him the most. The apology she had given wasn't sincere or made him believe she was remorseful

It amused her to see how much Hayley had disappointed him. "Celeste seems to have meant a lot to you,"

Elijah nodded his head. "She read my personal journals, she knew how much Celeste meant to me. Yet, she still handed over this information so freely. Love is very rare. In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honoured it." It wasn't easy for him to love another because he knew the fate that would befall his partner with his family. Klaus would always become jealous whenever someone in their family found happiness and he begrudged them this pleasure. The worst victim of Klaus' jealousy was Rebekah and this was why Elijah held people away. But, when he did allow himself to fall in love, he fell hard.

Blair fell silent, "Must be nice,"

"Have you ever been in love?" Elijah asked curiously. He knew very little about the Fae in front of him. She was a very private person and any information he did find out, he filed it away.

"No," Blair answered, downing the rest of her wine before magically pouring herself and Elijah more. "I was too young when I left the Fae community and I've been on the run ever since," She was only fourteen years old when she was kicked out and when she first met the Hunter. After that, she could never form romantic feelings for anyone in fear they would be used against her when the Hunter found them.

Elijah frowned and was about to respond when a sharp and angry voice cut through the mellow atmosphere.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

Both Blair and Elijah turned their heads. It was Marcel and he was very angry. Elijah had been wondering where Marcel was when Davina got sacrificed but hadn't voiced it. If he had to guess, he would assume Blair had something to do this, especially since there was a smirk on her face.

Blair snorted, "Took him long enough," She jumped up from her seat and walked out with Elijah at her heel.

Walking out onto the balcony that overlooked the courtyard, Blair saw Marcel stood in the middle, throwing chairs around in anger. "Where is she?!" Marcel yelled out in anger. He had woken up with Davina missing and the weather back to normal. He knew Davina had been sacrificed – against his wishes.

"Would you calm down?" Rebekah asked, her arms crossed over her chest. She was stood on the opposite balcony to Blair and Elijah, looking equally unimpressed. She couldn't believe she had fallen for him again.

Klaus levelled Marcel a glare. "Destroying things won't make you feel better,"

"Where is the Fae?" Marcel demanded harshly, ignoring their words. He destroyed another chair and smashed a table. With the way he was going, all the furniture would be destroyed within minutes.

"Looking for me?" Blair asked, a smirk on her face.

The moment Marcel saw her, he threw a chair in her direction. Blair raised her hand and stopped it with her magic. In anger, Marcel threw a table but ended up with the same result. With a flick of her wrist, Blair placed down the chairs, out of Marcel's reach. Veins flickered under Marcel's eyes in anger. "You got her killed!"

Blair scoffed, "I did not,"

"She's dead!" Marcel yelled out.

"No, she isn't," Elijah said, his calm voice cutting the tension in the room.

Marcel stared at him and his face went slack in shock, "What?"

"Davina is alive," Klaus answered, taking a step closer to Marcel. "The Harvest was completed and she came back," Even he couldn't help but feel relieved. Davina was so full of life and he couldn't deny he had been extremely disappointed when it seemed as though the Harvest ritual hadn't worked.

The relief hit Marcel like a freight train. He fell to his knees and his whole body shook, "Thank goodness," The complete and utter fear he had felt had nearly driven him mad. He didn't know what he would have done if Davina had actually died.

"Come on, I'll take you to see her," Klaus volunteered, knowing how important Davina was to him. Marcel stood up and went to follow after his sire, but he didn't get far.

"Oh, Marcel," Blair said, her voice sweet.

Marcel turned around but the moment he did, a broken chair leg was shoved into his chest, just inches away from his heart. Marcel cried out and fell to his knees.

"If you ever touch me again, I will kill you," Blair hissed out lowly, twisting the wooden chair leg with her magic. "Are we clear?"

Looking up at her, Marcel spat out blood. "Crystal,"

"Good," Blair said as she walked off. She wouldn't kill him yet, he was still important to Davina. But, the moment that changed, he would be as good as dead.

Elijah watched her go, a smirk on his face.

ORIGINALS

Celeste stood on a street at the night, the dark sky giving her the perfect cover. She had hijacked the Harvest for herself but it hadn't gone to plan. Since her original death in 1821, she had been possessing the bodies of Witches in New Orleans and she planned to get her revenge. The Mikaelson family had been the bane of her existence and she wanted to make them pay for what they had done to her. Things hadn't gone exactly to plan but she would make do with the situation.

Two people approached Celeste and she smiled at them. It was a man and a female. The man, known as Papa Tunde was of tall stature and wore a dark tuxedo and a dark fedora. The female, known as Genevieve, was a beautiful woman, with pale, fair skin and wavy red hair. She was tall and wore a beautiful flapper dress and heels. They approached Celeste, caution in their eyes and their forms tensed – as if they were ready to a battle.

"Why have you called for us?" Papa Tunde asked once they were close enough. He could feel the pull through magic and it had led him to this woman. He had met Genevieve in the cemetery and she had been just as confused as him. She seemed to have felt the same connection and so they followed it.

Celeste smiled, "I have a plan, one that I think you'll be interested in." Someone had ruined her plan and she knew exactly who it was. A Fae had come out of hiding and had ruined the Harvest. Now, she could only summon back two other people because Davina had been brought back in Bastianna's place. Celeste would get her revenge on this Fae as well the Mikaelson's.

Genevieve and Papa Tunde looked at one another, intrigue in their eyes.

ORIGINALS

A few days had passed and there had been relative peace since the Harvest had been completed. Klaus had disappeared the day before, thus the reason for the peace. Apparently, he was headed to Mystic Falls – for what reason Blair didn't care to know. The moment Mystic Falls had been mentioned in the vicinity of his siblings, Rebekah had rolled her eyes and Elijah hadn't seemed impressed. Vaguely, Blair thought the town sounded familiar but didn't ponder the thought much longer. However, Blair felt like she was being watched and this put her on edge. Whenever she left the compound, she felt like someone was nearby and she didn't like it. There was a moment she thought the Hunter had found her and she pulled out her burner phone while dialling the familiar number.

"Give me a status report on him," Blair immediately said when Callum picked up the phone. She was walking around town, buying herself more clothing. There was a sale on and so it was crowded, giving her perfect coverage from whoever was following her.

Callum was silent for a moment, "He's still in Sydney." He sounded confused but didn't physically ask the question. He knew better than to pry when she was like this.

Blair frowned, "What have his movements been like?"

"Slow. He's basically tearing each place he visits a part. He also seems frustrated," Callum answered as Blair heard the vague clicking of a mouse on the other line.

Relief hit Blair and her shoulders visibly lowered. "Good," She hung up the phone and pocketed it once more. However, this raised more questions. If the Hunter wasn't following her, then who was? It wasn't a Fae, she would have felt their presence by now and they would have made themselves known. The near catastrophe with the Harvest would have driven any potential Fae away because they wouldn't have wanted to accidentally get involved. The Queen wouldn't send anyone again for a while until she was certain New Orleans had calmed down. However, the potential of Klaus leaving the city would be classed as peaceful so that was still an option.

Luckily, Blair wasn't made to wait long. To draw out her stalker, she walked down an alleyway, hoping whoever it was would follow her. Seconds later, Sophie walked into the alleyway looking a mess. The dark circles under her eyes were deep, her clothes wrinkled and Blair could smell alcohol on her breath. Sophie was not taking the death of her niece very well at all.

"It's not nice to follow people," Blair said with an arched brow. It had surprised her to see the Witch again and in such a pitiful state. The last time Sophie had seen her, she looked as though she was going to be sick. But now, all Blair could see was resentment in Sophie's eyes.

Ignoring her, Sophie glared at the Fae. "I know what you are,"

Blair snorted, "Good for you. Do you want a prize?"

"You're a Fae," Sophie spat in disgust.

The venom in her tone didn't surprise or hurt Blair. This was the usual reaction for Witches when they found out what she was. Blair very much felt the same for Witches but she had learnt her hide her reactions. When Davina found out what she was, she hadn't flinched, but instead asked plenty of questions with child-like curiosity. It seemed as though in their Coven, no one mentioned the Fae. It was almost as if they had been erased from their history books, something that did not surprise Blair in the slightest. Davina's reaction had surprised her but it was welcomed.

"You hijacked the Harvest," Sophie accused, pointing her finger.

Sighing deeply, Blair rolled her eyes. "And why would I need to do that?"

Sophie sneered, "Because you're jealous of our powers. You wanted it for yourself to make yourself stronger," She knew that something had gone wrong with the Harvest. She had done everything perfectly, the only answer was that someone else had taken that power because it was no longer there.

At this accusation, Blair frowned, mildly irritated by it. She did not need to steal the power from the Harvest, she had her own power and she was very proud of it. For the past four hundred years, she had been training her magic, pushing her limits so she could be stronger. Blair had to be strong so she didn't get killed by the Hunter. To be accused of such a petty thing vexed her and knew that if Sophie continued to push this matter then she was going to regret it.

"For the record, I am not jealous of anyone's powers, certainly not yours." Blair sniffed haughtily, dismissing Sophie's outrageous claims.

"Well then, why did the Harvest work for you?" Sophie's jaw clenched and her fists tightened until her knuckles turned white. The Fae's attitude was enraging her in ways she hadn't felt before. She had been going over what happened in her head and she couldn't understand why Davina of all people was brought back.

Blair frowned, "What are you babbling on about?"

"Why was Davina brought back and not Monique?" Sophie demanded hatefully. There was no way the Ancestors would have allowed Davina to come back, she had run away from the Harvest eight months ago and delayed it. If anything, the Ancestors should have kept Davina from coming back as a punishment.

Outwardly, Blair's face was a picture of boredom but on the inside, she was smirking. "Shouldn't you know, you're the Witch," Blair sneered in return. Davina had already disclosed to her that the moment the Ancestors saw her mark on the Witch, they backed off and forced her to come back. They hadn't wanted her. At first, Davina had felt devastated that she had been abandoned by the dead Witches but she had soon come to peace with this decision because she had come back – she was alive and that's all that mattered.

"Give me the power back," Sophie demanded, ignoring the Fae's jab.

"Or what?" Blair challenged coolly.

Magic formed in Sophie's hands as she muttered a spell under her breath. Without hesitation, Blair flicked her wrist and sent Sophie flying into a nearby wall. The Witch shrieked in pain as her body collided with the brick wall and it was a sound Blair relished in. Walking forward, Blair grabbed Sophie by the throat, pinning her body to the wall. "You couldn't beat me, even with all the magic in the world," Blair smirked viciously, enjoying the way Sophie flinched and how desperate she was to remove her hand from her throat.

Struggling fiercely, Sophie attempted to weave some magic but Blair stopped her in her tracks before she could even summon a spark of magic. With her free hand, Blair twisted Sophie's dominate hand until she heard a bone snap. Sophie shrieked in agony as her arm was broken, the one she needed to use magic.

"M-maybe not… but I could make life for Davina a living hell in the Coven," Sophie spat out.

This statement caused her to pause for a moment. "I would choose your next few words very carefully," Blair practically purred magic crackling at her fingertips dangerously. Sophie's words incensed her and nearly made her see red. Davina had been through too much and Sophie planned to attack a child – this was unforgivable in her eyes, especially since Davina was under her protection. Any attack on her was a direct challenge to Blair.

Wisely, Sophie said nothing. She saw her promised death when she stared into Blair's eyes and knew better than to say anything. It was at that moment she realised how powerful Blair was and this made her wonder if all Fae were as powerful. She had always thought the Witches were far superior in magic but this Fae had beat her in seconds, something that very much hurt her pride.

"If any Witch comes after Davina and harms her, either physically or mentally, then I will kill them," Blair warned with a cold stare. It was so cold that it nearly turned Sophie's blood to ice because she saw how serious she was.

Weakly, Sophie nodded her head.

At her submission, Blair stepped back and allowed the Witch to fall to the ground, boneless. Dismissing Sophie as a threat, Blair turned around and walked out the alleyway, but stopped when she made it a few steps. "You are right though,"

Sophie looked up, confused at her words.

"Someone did hijack the Harvest but it wasn't me. You should be asking yourself, which one of your Coven mates has betrayed you?" Blair asked as she turned her head to look at Sophie. Witches were selfish beings and Blair wouldn't put it past them if someone did this. The Harvest had worked, Davina had been brought back, but it made her wonder who else had been brought back in place of the other sacrificed girls.

Eyes widening, Sophie stared at Blair in shock, not able to say anything.

Having nothing else to say, Blair turned her head and walked out of the alleyway. She looked up at the sky, noting the sun was beginning to set. Davina would have to be back at the compound soon. She was finally having some time to just be a normal teenager, Davina was currently out on a date with Timothy, who seemed to take this whole situation very well considering what happened to him. Elijah was aware that Timothy was actually alive – something Rebekah shared with her brother. Blair had made it clear that Klaus was to never know about this though because he would more than likely target the boy again. Elijah had been quick to agree, stating that Klaus never let his prey get away so easily.

What Blair didn't see though was a pair of dark eyes watching her from the shadows.