Chapter Twelve

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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 sat in the Fae's room. The young Witch was sat on the floor with her legs crossed and arms rested on her legs. Blair sat on her bed, watching the Witch with a critical eye. Ever since Davina had come back from the Harvest, Blair had honoured Elijah's request and began to tutor the young girl in magic, but this time it was out of her own volition. For the time being, Davina had decided that she would not return to back her Coven. She didn't like how they stared at her and whispered behind her back, all bewildered that she had been one of the girls brought back and it made her uncomfortable. She had sought solace in the compound, away from their prying eyes. Klaus hadn't said a thing about Davina's presence, something Blair was weary of. She knew it was only a matter of time before the Hybrid made his unwanted opinions known.

"Breathe in and feel the magic around you," Blair instructed, her voice calm and steady. She watched Davina's magic, observing everything that happened. If she needed to intervene to protect Davina then she would.

Inhaling deeply, Davina closed her eyes and stretched out her magic like a blanket. She could feel the different magic in the air, all coming from Blair. The one thing she always focused on was Blair's magic because it was like a beacon. It was vast and warm – it reminded Davina of a summer's day and calmed her. The more Davina breathed in, the calmer she felt. It was peaceful and her magic calmed.

"Now, open your eyes and focus on the candle in front of you," Blair said, "Imagine fire, imagine it inside you," She was happy to see Davina's magic so stable considering what had happened. Blair had been concerned that Davina's magical core would have been damaged by being overwhelmed with magic but it was steady and showed no signs of strain.

Following Blair's instruction, she imagined a small flame inside her and felt her body temperature rise accordingly. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was warm and filled her chest.

"Let it flow," Blair said lowly.

Magic travelled from inside Davina to the candle and it sparked up within seconds. When it was lit, Davina smiled widely, "I did it,"

"Good job," Blair smiled slightly. She was well aware that before all this, Davina was probably at a slightly higher level and all this may seem redundant but there was a purpose to this. Davina had lost her control over her magic to the point she was back to being a fledging. There had been multiple different magic inside her for nearly nine months, it was bound to have an effect once it left and so Blair was set in building the Witch back up. Not just that, she planned to make Davina stronger than her Coven. A Witch being trained by a Fae was something that had only happened once and Blair was more than up for the challenge.

"Blair, what's the difference between Fae magic and Witch magic?" Davina asked as she looked up to the Fae. While they had been practising, she had noticed some distinct differences. The first was the pull of magic. When she was back in her Coven, she could feel her magic within her stomach but now it was within her heart.

For a moment, Blair was silent. "Each supernatural creature represents one of the elements. Witches represent the earth whereas the Fae represent the light element. That's where we pull our magic from. For me, magic isn't just an extension, it is me. I live, breathe and think with magic. It is mine and solely mine. We do not bow to the Ancestors as Witches do, we do as we please and that something the Witches have always disliked about us. Witches claim that they were the first to use magic when we all know that claim is false, it was the Fae." The Witches and Fae had been in competition for thousands of years, jealously souring any chance of a relationship between the two. Blair remembered the old tales that used to be shared, they always depicted a Fae, the first Fae Queen teaching magic to a mortal who then became a Witch. However, this was a tale that had long been forgotten by most but not all.

Davina stared at Blair in awe. She had wondered for a while why Witches and Fae seemed to hate one another and this made more sense, though it did leave her with more questions. Ever since she had found out that Blair was a Fae, she had been asking a lot of questions, something Blair didn't seem to mind.

Blair's gaze travelled down to Davina's wrist, where her mark sat. "We also need to talk about that mark," This was a conversation she had been avoiding for a few days now. It was something that she should have mentioned before the mark was even placed but it was too late.

"It grants me protection," Davina said, not understanding why this needed to be discussed more. "It's what stopped the Ancestors trapping me," Without it, she was sure she would have been trapped for a lot longer. The Ancestors had seemed vengeful until they had seen the mark.

"It did," Blair nodded her head in agreement, "It does protect you but it also puts you in danger,"

Davina frowned, "What do you mean?"

Sighing deeply, Blair crossed her arms over her chest, "You bare my mark, with my protection also comes danger. You inherit my enemies and there is one that I have been on the run from for a long time."

"I thought you'd run from no one," Davina's face was pure confusion. She couldn't imagine Blair running away from anyone.

Blair snorted and rolled her eyes. "Not usually, just one though. He's a Hunter and he's been after me for four hundred years. I have evaded him for a long time by travelling from place to place. When the time comes for me to leave, you need to leave with me." Blair knew that she could leave Davina in New Orleans but she wouldn't risk it. There was a very high chance the Hunter would find Davina and then she would be used as a tool against her and Blair refused to let that happen. The Hunter had already killed a few people who Blair got close to – by accident – and she refused to let it happen again.

For a moment, Davina fell silent, surprised by what Blair said. "Y-you mean, we just leave New Orleans?" She had never even stepped foot out of New Orleans and she didn't know how she felt about leaving the once place she had always known.

"America, we'd leave America completely. We wouldn't come back for a very long time either," Blair explained. She'd never gone back to a country yet but she knew it would only be a matter of time. There would come a time where she would have seen everything the world has to offer and then she'd have to get creative.

Davina's eyes widened at this news.

"If everything goes to plan, we won't have to leave for a while. But, I am letting you know in advance. When I say we go, we need to leave immediately," Blair warned with a severe look. There had been several occasions where she had to drop everything and run because the Hunter made a sudden appearance or he got too close. She was used to this but Davina wasn't and thought it would only be fair to prepare her.

Before Davina could say anything, there was a frantic knocking on the door. "Open up, now!" Klaus yelled out impatiently. He attempted to open the door but it wouldn't open due to Blair's magic.

"What?!" Blair snapped out, annoyed by the sudden interruption.

"Some Witches have murdered two of my Vampires," Klaus growled lowly from the other side of the door.

Blair and Davina looked at one another before they stood up. Waving her hand, Blair opened her door with magic and saw Klaus on the other side, along with Marcel. They both looked extremely angry and worried, something that made Blair frown. They were coming to her with an issue, something she wasn't keen about.

"Why do you need my help?" Blair asked with an arched brow.

Ignoring the question, Marcel stepped in. "It seems like it's a ritual of some sort. Maybe you could have a look at it," Marcel was talking to Davina, with who he still wasn't on good terms. Davina had pulled away from Marcel and leaned on Blair now, something the Vampire hated. When Davina said nothing, he looked to Blair and glared at her, causing her to smirk.

This did pique Blair's interest. "Oh?" Moving forward, she walked out of her room with Davina following behind her. With her magic, Blair shut her bedroom door, locking it as she went. She didn't want anyone looking into her room, even if they couldn't get inside. The only people who had permission to enter her room was Davina and Hayley – who had been avoiding her like the plague.

Within seconds, Klaus and Marcel were in front of the Fae and Witch as they led the way to where the trouble was. It was outside the compound but practically on the front door. No one was around, but Vampires were guarding the exit so no one could see them. Two bodies of Vampires lay on the ground, trapped inside a circle made from salt. The two Vampires were heavily desiccated and they had a weird red mark on their foreheads, right between their eyebrows. The moment Blair got close, she could feel the dark energy and it almost made her gag.

Davina gasped when she saw the bodies. "Oh my god,"

"How fresh are they?" Blair asked as she circled the salt line. Her eyes missed nothing as she took in everything. She noticed how carefully the salt line had been drawn, how deep the marks were on the two Vampire's foreheads and how they were placed. Everything had been meretriciously done which told her a lot about their killer.

"They were found this morning," Klaus answered grimly. "The mark on their foreheads look familiar,"

"It's a sacrificial sigil. You were right when you said it was a ritual," Blair said as she motioned to Marcel. "I haven't seen this done in a long time because this is very dark magic. Can anyone in your Coven use this?" Blair asked as she looked to Davina.

Davina shook her head, "No. As far as I know, no one can perform this," This type of practice was something that was avoided her Coven. She feared what all this meant.

Klaus looked to the Fae, "What is this?" It was a vague memory, but he remembered coming across this mark in the past and he hoped it wasn't the same thing.

"It is ritual magic," Blair explained as she stopped walking, "whoever placed this mark on the Vampires are channelling their power, gaining their speed, senses and everything else they possess." This type of practice had some similarities to Expression magic, something Blair hated with a passion. Seeing such dark magic made the Fae sneer at whatever Witch did this. It just showed how far the Witches had fallen.

"But why would they do this?" Davina asked, her low voice heard by everyone.

Klaus' eyes darkened in rage, "To send a message. Someone will die for this,"

Elijah walked outside the compound just as Klaus uttered those words and stopped when he saw a gathering. As he got closer, he saw the grotesque scene in front of him. His darkened eyes immediately saw the mark on the two dead Vampire's forehead. "Remarkably, I do not disagree. However, I would like to know where they learned such dark magic. I had hoped never to see that symbol again," He got closer to the two bodies and kneeled down to get a closer look. His gaze roamed and he was surprised to see Blair but didn't say anything.

"I recall it as the signature of a fool who once stood against us. Clearly, some upstart Witch is salvaging old tricks. I'll do for him as I did the other," Klaus offered with a sneer. He had heard Davina's words but didn't hold much weight to them.

Blair looked to the Originals, "You've come across this before?"

Elijah nodded his head. "Years ago there was a Witch in New Orleans that used this. His was known as Papa Tunde."

"Let me guess, you killed him," Blair said dryly as she looked to Klaus.

Klaus smirked in response whereas Elijah nodded his head, giving the obvious answer. "He didn't just do that, he also killed Papa Tunde's twin boys,"

Blair deadpanned, this answer not surprising her at all. After all, murder was Klaus' go to threat and action.

"Do you think this could have something to do with the Harvest?" Davina asked her question causing an uneasy silence to hang over all of them. It was a question none of them could answer.

ORIGINALS

Hours had passed since then and night had fallen. Blair walked out from under the basement after she'd had another session with Raphael. She really thought she was finally getting through to him as she peeled back each layer of compulsion the Queen had placed him under. It was going so well that Blair was confident that would soon be done and Raphael would be free of the Queen's control. Walking out into the courtyard, she spotted a few people sat at the tables, as well as Elijah and Hayley. Elijah was pacing and had a phone to his ear, concern etched on his face.

As Blair got closer, she heard him speak lowly to Hayley. "Rebekah's not answering her calls."

"You worried about whoever killed those day walkers still being out there?" Hayley asked curiously.

Elijah's lips thinned, "Frankly, I am worried that she has something to do with this. She is very displeased with Niklaus, perhaps even conspiring,"

"She would need to be in contact with a powerful Witch. There isn't many known either," Blair added as she joined the conversation. Elijah sent her a curious look but didn't question but Hayley glared at her, something the Fae ignored.

Elijah took a look around the room and noticed how Thierry was drinking on his own. Not too long ago, Klaus had let him out of the Garden, pardoning him. Ever since then, Elijah had seen him and Rebekah speaking with one another and this made him curious. He walked up to the lone Vampire. "Thierry, is it?"

Thierry looked up, his eyes guarded as he took a sip of his drink. "Yes," His voice was low, giving a distinct nervous impression.

"My sister is rather fond of you," Elijah said as he placed his phone back in his blazer pocket. "Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable men," He eyed Thierry with a critical eye, examining the Vampire in front of him. Nothing stood out to him, he seemed bland compared to the other men Rebekah had been involved with in the past.

Blair nearly snorted at this unexpected insult. Though, she did agree with Elijah's assessment. Blair couldn't fathom why Rebekah showed any interest in someone like Thierry – something she had noticed vaguely. He wasn't powerful, he wasn't charming and he wasn't the best looking Vampire around. The only thing she could assume was that Thierry must be extremely good in bed – though she doubted it.

"Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?" Elijah asked, curiously tilting his head. His shoulders tensed and taunt, the air around him was heavy and Blair had a feeling the beast was about to make an appearance.

It seemed as though Thierry was not a smart man. He glared at the Original. "I don't know what you're-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Elijah's patience seemed to have run rather thin. Within seconds, Elijah had Thierry pinned a nearby wall by his neck, his feet dangling in the air helplessly.

"You can either tell me what you know or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the Quarter," Elijah stated, his voice low and dark as he intended to carry out this promise if he did not get what he wanted. In the corner of his eye, he noted how Blair followed after them fearlessly whereas Hayley seemed more hesitant.

Fear radiated from Thierry in waves as he had finally grasped his position and it was not a favourable one. "She asked me to keep an eye out on Witch stuff. I found something, and when I showed her we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch." While the assailant had been busy with Rebekah, he had run as fast as he could. If an Original couldn't beat the Witch then he did not stand a chance.

In a cold fury, Elijah's grip on Thierry's neck tightened as he slammed him onto the wall again. "So, like a coward, you left her," His eyes darkened in anger. His baby sister had been in danger and she had been left behind by this coward.

"What was I supposed to do, fight some Warlock that took out an Original?" Thierry asked back in panic and confusion.

"And why didn't you tell anyone? How long has she been missing?" Blair asked as she sent him a foul look. His self-preservation wasn't the biggest issue, it was the fact he hadn't told anyone. He could have told someone about Rebekah, who knows what was happening to her.

"Where was this, exactly?" Hayley asked.

Thierry looked to Hayley, "The docks, warehouse fifty-seven. I was just doing what she asked, you cannot tell Klaus about this," His voice was pleading, desperate for the Hybrid not to find out. He had only just been released from the Garden and he knew Klaus was not above sending him back or just killing him instantly.

With a flick of his wrists, Elijah sent Thierry into another wall, not caring if it hurt him or not. With a location in mind, he headed for the door. "I shall take that into considering," Klaus wasn't the only one he should have been scared of, Elijah would make sure Thierry paid for his careless actions.

"I am coming with you," Blair said as she followed after him.

Elijah turned to the Fae and arched a brow, "I thought you wouldn't want to get involved," From what he had seen, Blair had been reluctant to get involved but this was new. It made him wonder about her intentions for joining him.

Blair met his gaze with a silent challenge, "One thing I hate is dark magic. Over the years, I have made it a personal goal of mine to destroy anything with dark magic in it. Also, if it means screwing with the Witches then that's an added bonus," The thought of messing with the Witches made her happy and a large smile rolled onto her face.

Elijah regarded her for a moment, their eyes not leaving one another. He couldn't help but feel fascinated, her words only furthering his interest in her. He couldn't predict her and the longer this went on, the more curious he became. Blair held his gaze and there was a few moments of silence and neither one looked away.

"I am coming to," Hayley said, breaking the staring matching between Elijah and Blair. She felt uncomfortable when they stared at one another like there was something there. She didn't like it at all.

"No," Elijah replied instantly, "It is safer in the compound," He and Hayley were not on the best terms at the moment as he still hadn't forgiven her. This did not mean he wanted any harm to come to her and he would rather not be near her at this moment in time.

Hayley was about to protest and took a step forward to the exit, only to feel resistance, one that she had only felt when she had tried to enter Blair's room. At this thought, Hayley's head snapped in the direction of Blair, who was smirking at her.

"Have a fun night," Blair waved her hand and her smirk widened when anger flashed in Hayley's eyes. Turning around, Blair walked out of the compound with Elijah by her side. Elijah watched this exchange with an amused smirk.

Hayley watched them go and nearly stamped her foot in frustration.

ORIGINALS

It didn't take long before Elijah and Blair made it to warehouse fifty-seven. It was a far-out warehouse, one that was secluded and dark. The whole time, Elijah remained tense as he waited to see what the fate was of his sister. Blair had also remained silent, her guard up in case they came across the Witch. They entered the warehouse wearily and they were greeted with a similar sight as to what happened near the compound. Rebekah lay in a circle, one that was bigger and more elaborate than the last one – also meaning it was more powerful than the last. Rebekah seemed heavily desiccated but was alive, unlike the other Vampires and she had the same sigil on her forehead.

"Rebekah," Elijah uttered in shock. This was not the sight he was expecting to see, nor did he want to see. He tried to take a step forward but stopped when he recognised a barrier around her body. "There is some kind of boundary spell,"

"A powerful one," Blair commented with a frown. She could feel the dark magic in the air and this incensed her.

When Elijah saw the symbol on her forehead, his jaw clenched. "Someone is channelling her. Typically, it's a lethal process, but because she is an Original, she cannot die," There were very few things that could kill an Original and this wasn't one of them.

"She's an endless source of power," Blair said grimly. "We need to get her out of there," Unless they freed Rebekah, whoever cast this spell would basically be unbeatable. They needed to break the hold the Witch had on her before they were able to do any untold damage.

Elijah looked at the circle around his sister, knowing that they needed to remove the barrier before they could do anything. "Is there any way we could break this barrier?" He asked, looking down at the Fae by his side.

Blair's eyes glowed purple as she tried to use her magic. However, the moment her magic touched the barrier, a crippling pain-filled Blair and she cried out, falling to her knees. Elijah was down beside her instantly. His arms wrapped around her so she didn't fall to the fall completely. She glared at the barrier in hatred, "This barrier has been fortified against the Fae. My magic won't work against it," Mentally, she made a vow that she would kill whoever was behind this.

"Should I call Sophie?" Elijah asked in concern.

"No, I got this." The thought of asking a Witch for help was mortifying. Blair did not need Sophie's help. It would be a cold day in hell before Blair ever asked for help from Sophie.

Standing up, Blair looked at the salt ring around Rebekah. Elijah stood up too, staying close to the Fae in case she had another fall. She could feel the magic that had been used, and she could see some ingredients – like the dead snake. This all seemed familiar and made her cast her mind back to when she was just a young Fae – a time she didn't like to often remember. From what she remembered, this type of magic was almost like a formula, all Blair needed to find was a more potent ingredient to pull everything off balance. With that in mind, she knew just the thing that would work. Summoning a knife with her magic, Blair cut open her hand and poured it onto the salt circle, watching as it sizzled when it hit the salt. The dark ritual was fortified against her magic but not her blood, something that made her feel smug. Blair walked around the circle, having to reopen the cut on her hand as she healed.

Elijah watched with a keen eye and his form tense. One thing Elijah could always count on was his control but even he was struggling. The smell of Blair's blood was heavenly and not even her scent repressor could stop that. She was testing him. Elijah swallowed thickly as he held himself back and focused on the situation. When he noticed the barrier was down, he immediately entered and picked up Rebekah and took her out of the circle, holding his breathe so he didn't breath in any of Blair's delicious blood.

The moment Rebekah was free, Blair vanished the knife and summoned a wave of water to wash away everything on the scene. Now that Rebekah wasn't a conduit for the dark magic, it made everything useless as it lost all its power. By washing it away it would take longer to recreate this and it also brought Blair some satisfaction.

"She needs blood," Elijah said, concerned about his sister's condition.

"I'll meet you back at the compound," Blair said, not wanting to be near a hungry Vampire. It was bad enough she had to spill blood in front of Elijah and she had been impressed that he had held himself back.

Elijah nodded his head and disappeared within the blink of an eye.

ORIGINALS

Rebekah was pissed.

After her conversation with Elijah, she felt nothing but anger for her older brother, which was unusual because generally, it was Klaus that pissed her off. She thought Elijah to be selfish for harbouring feelings for Hayley while also condemning her for wanting to find someone for herself. Elijah always seemed to focus on Klaus' happiness and to an extent, she could understand. When Klaus wasn't happy, no one else in the family could be happy, especially her. For some reason, everyone seemed to begrudge her to find happiness and to make it worse, the men that she did get with would never fight for her when the situation got tough. They always abandoned her whenever her family got involved. There were very few people who had managed to fully earn her heart, one of them being Marcel but now he was making friends with Klaus, once again leaving her in the lurch.

In her anger, she stomped around the compound after meeting with Marcel once more. It was over. She was not going back to Marcel and made a mental vow to not let him get close to her again. Her heart couldn't take it anymore, it had been going on for a thousand years.

Rebekah stopped when she noticed the open basement door. This caused her to pause and stare at the door. Blair had completely commandeered the basement and no one seemed to question it, not even Klaus. Curiosity filled her and so she entered the basement, climbing down the steps and was surprised to a male being held down here.

The man was beautiful and felt very similar to Blair. There was no doubt in her mind that this man was a Fae. He was tied up, his arms and legs pinned to the wall by an invisible force. His head was down but when she got closer, the man raised his head and he sent her a curious look.

"Oh, this is new," Raphael spoke, his voice low. During his entire stay in the basement, no one other than Blair had come to see him. The whole situation was strange as Blair hadn't put him to sleep like she usually did.

"Who are you?" Rebekah demanded harshly.

If he could he would have shrugged. "Doesn't matter who I am."

"You're in my home, I want to know," Rebekah claimed, finding his nonchalant attitude to be annoying.

Raphael arched a brow at her, "I thought it was your brother's house?" During their many conversations, Blair had informed him about their situation and who they were currently living with. This news would have caused him a lot of stress if it weren't for the fact Blair had placed a protection spell over him.

Gritting her teeth, it took everything inside Rebekah not to kill him where he stood. She could practically feel a spell surrounding Raphael and this only furthered to incense her.

"Have I made the princess angry?" Raphael asked, a smirk on his face.

"I will kill you," Rebekah hissed lowly.

Raphael rolled his eyes, "I'd like to see you try, princess," He knew that he should be treading a lot more carefully than he was but he couldn't help himself. Seeing the female Original get so fired up was a sight to behold. There was a fire in her eyes that intrigued him.

Rebekah growled lowly, veins flickering under her eyes.

"What's got you so rumbled?" Raphael asked with a frown. Surely his teasing couldn't have pushed her this far. The biggest reaction he had ever received was being told to piss off, never anyone wanting to rip out his throat.

For a moment, Rebekah said nothing. "Why do you care?" She huffed lowly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well it's not like I have anything else to do," Raphael said honestly.

Rebekah regarded the male Fae as if trying to discern whether or not to say anything. Eventually, she sighed deeply, "Every time I think I can be free, I am always drawn back in. My brother controls my life and never allows me a moment of happiness that lasts. Everyone bows down to him, never once fighting for me… I am always left alone," Tears stung her eyes as the loneliness hit her. All she wanted was for someone to care for her, regardless of who her brothers were.

Raphael's frown deepened, "Why would no one fight for you?"

"Klaus always either kills them or scares them off," Rebekah spat out angrily.

"Then they don't deserve you," Raphael answered back, his reply surprising her.

Rebekah stared at him, eyes wide and mouth ajar. This was an answer she wasn't expecting but it caused an unexpected warm feeling to flutter in her chest. Every time she mentioned her issues, she was brushed off and reminded of Klaus' explosive anger if she did something. Only her family had ever told her that she deserved more and she never once believed them. "You don't even know me," Rebekah said quietly.

"I don't need to," Raphael shook his head, "Everyone deserves to be happy." This was a firm belief of his, one that had been forgotten when he was under the control of the Queen.

Not able to handle any more turmoil that day, Rebekah fled the basement, shutting the door behind her.