Chapter Twenty-Eight
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.
ORIGINALS
Weeks flew by and soon it had been over a month since the Hunter was killed. The dust was finally settling within New Orleans and scars were beginning to heal – and some persisted to stay open. Blair's relationship with the Wolves had not improved and she had not attempted to make amends with them either. She and Jackson were still at odds, just barely being civil with one another. Unfortunately for Hayley, that put her in the middle of a possibly explosive match as she had been staying at the compound to raise her child with Klaus, agreeing with the Hybrid for once. Hope had been thriving under the care of both her parents, but Hayley had been suffering from nightmares for weeks, not able to shake them. She had become quiet, more reserved and only seemed to spend time with Klaus and Hope, actively avoiding everyone else, even the Crescent Wolves. Now she only visited them once a week at most and this was due to obligation more than anything.
However, there seemed to be a positive. Rebekah had finally come out of her room after hibernating for three weeks. Marcel's death had hit her extremely hard – even Klaus had bounced back quicker than his little sister. If it wasn't for Raphael then they would have all became concerned for her health and wellbeing. Since Rebekah had hardly left the compound, that morning, Blair dragged the female Original out to go shopping, hoping that some retail therapy would help. Klaus had even offered to fund the trip, which he would soon live to regret as the moment Rebekah heard those words, she and Blair were out the door within seconds. Blair planned to make a dent in Klaus' bank account and no doubt Rebekah was thinking exactly the same.
Currently, they were in one of the more high-end shops, browsing to see if anything took their fancy. As they shopped, Rebekah picked up a dress, "You know, I wasn't expecting for you to invite me out," Raphael had already warned her that Blair had dropped her glamour and would appear different, but Rebekah had not been expecting for her to be so small. Rebekah's initial reaction had been to feign indifference but even she couldn't hide the shock with the transformation.
Blair shrugged her shoulders, "Things had been awkward as of late, I thought some shopping could help,"
"You didn't even care for Marcel," Rebekah bit back, a slight edge in her tone.
"I didn't," Blair saw no point in lying, she didn't like the Vampire and his death had impacted her very little. Marcel had been nothing but a nuisance to her and if he hadn't been so stupid as to try and take over the city once more, he would more than likely be alive. But she cared for people who had been affected by his death.
Rebekah hummed and moved onto another item of clothing to inspect, "What is your intention towards my brother?"
Blair nearly choked on her own spit, "Excuse me?"
"Elijah," Rebekah said, looking at the Fae with a blank expression, "What are your intentions towards Elijah?" She wasn't blind nor stupid. She could see that Elijah and Blair had something but it wasn't a relationship. She had seen her brother in enough relationships to know when he was smitten with someone. Elijah's feelings were so obvious that even Klaus had clued in – and usually, he was so self-absorbed he didn't notice these kinds of things. But it seemed as though Blair wasn't reciprocating these feelings and this made Rebekah curious.
"There is nothing between Elijah and me," Blair answered, moving away to look at more clothing.
However, Rebekah followed after the Fae, "Bullshit,"
Inhaling deeply, Blair tried her best to keep her heart rate steady. She knew that Rebekah would be listening in to see if she was lying, "Look, Elijah is attractive – very attractive." Rebekah gagged at this comment, making Blair roll her eyes, "But I am not sure I am ready for a relationship,"
"What do you mean?" Rebekah asked, confused by the answer.
"I have spent four hundred years on the run, never allowing myself to form connections," Blair explained calmly, "I have trained myself to never even consider such an option. But now my world has opened up and the world is my oyster. I am feeling a little overwhelmed by everything," To suddenly go from no freedom to all the freedom in the world was mind-boggling. She was having to unlearn everything she had been forced to learn while on the run. She no longer had to look for every exit in a new place, she didn't have to suddenly run at a moment's notice and she didn't have to repress her future sight anymore. It was almost too much for her to handle and now she was having to throw Elijah into the mix and she was finding herself overwhelmed. She had just started to find her feet within the past month, she didn't want to complicate things further and ruin something.
Rebekah frowned, now understanding by Blair was so hesitant. "Have you ever had a relationship with anyone?"
Blair shook her head, "No, I haven't,"
Rebekah let out a sharp whistle in shock. "Bloody hell, and I thought I had issues," Rebekah looked at the clothing once more, a sparkly blue dress catching her eye in the moment.
Deciding to get her own back, Blair smirked, "And what are your intentions towards Raphael?" She already knew that Raphael was smitten with Rebekah the moment he saw her but he only seemed to further fall for the female's Original's charm as time went on. Rebekah seemed to return these affections – mostly – and so this made Blair curious.
"Nothing," Rebekah glared at Blair, silently demanding that she not go any further with this conversation.
"It's only fair," Blair pointed out.
Scoffing, Rebekah grabbed the dress that caught her eye. "Fine. I like Raphael and I can tell he likes me too… but he seems to hold himself back."
Blair fell silent for a moment, considering her next words carefully, "Has he mentioned a woman called Chloe to you?"
"Briefly, why?" Rebekah tried to hide the jealousy in her voice but she couldn't. Raphael had mentioned Chloe once before – his first love. He still spoke of that woman with affection in his eyes, but also guilt too.
"Has he mentioned what happened to her?" Blair asked.
"No, he hasn't," Rebekah snorted, "But let me guess, he probably cheated on her and she left him. That's why he's the way he is," It was such a cliché, she had heard this same storey loads of times. Raphael wouldn't mention what had happened to Chloe, always going quiet so Rebekah had to fill in the blanks herself.
Blair shook her head, "No, nothing like that. Chloe died eleven months ago,"
"Oh," Rebekah's voice was barely above a whisper, shocked at this answer.
"Raphael was under the control of the Queen back then… and he was made to kill Chloe," Blair said, biting the bullet. She imagined that Raphael wouldn't be happy with her, but it needed to be said. He was holding back from taking the next step with Rebekah and the whole situation that happened with Chloe was the cause behind it. Raphael was scared of Rebekah sharing the same fate as Chloe.
"Bloody hell," Rebekah's face had paled from the news.
"He's scared," Blair said, looking at the Vampire to gauge her response.
Anger flashed in Rebekah's blue eyes, "That bitch," Rebekah's clenched her jaw in anger, consumed with a rage that could rival her brothers. She had some understanding of what Raphael had been through before he came into her life but evidently not everything. She swore that if she ever met the Queen, she would kill her.
Blair nodded her head in agreement. Maeve was a bitch and still was. Even after all this time, she hadn't changed.
"That's why he's holding back," Rebekah muttered to herself quietly, but Blair heard it.
"Rebekah," Blair said, catching the Vampire's attention. Holding eye contact, Blair spoke once more, "If you hurt Raphael, I will come for you. He does not deserve to hurt again," Raphael was a dear friend to her, one that she would protect to her last breath. They were childhood friends, torn away due to her situation. Now that she had got him back and out of Maeve's clutches, she wasn't letting him go.
Rebekah held her gaze unflinchingly, "And if you ever hurt Elijah, I will kill you," Just as they were protective over her, she was just as protective over them. Over the years, she had watched as women tried to entangle themselves to her brothers, only for the situation to turn ugly. Some had even used Rebekah to get close to her brothers. If she could prevent a disaster from happening then she would without hesitation.
With an understanding, both Blair and Rebekah nodded their heads and continued shopping. They continued to chat, slowly bonding with one another. However, when they came into another high-end boutique, Blair sensed something. She stopped browsing through the rack and looked around, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"What's wrong?" Rebekah asked when she noticed the Fae's change in mood.
"There is another Fae here," Blair responded back, her voice low.
Taking a look around the shop, Rebekah couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was a Saturday afternoon and so the shop was busy with plenty of humans. It would be easy to dismiss Blair's statement as paranoia but Rebekah knew that would be unwise. "Where?"
"Outside this shop. Whoever it is has been tailing us," Blair answered.
Smirking, Rebekah looked over to her, "Well, why don't we meet this Fae?" She had been waiting for an opportunity to let loose. Klaus and Elijah had forbidden her from attacking people in New Orleans just because she was in a mood. This city was now theirs and they didn't want anything to jeopardise their rule. Enough furniture had been broken in their home for Elijah to put his foot down – though they had made one furniture shop very rich with how much stuff they had to replace.
"Let's," Blair and Rebekah walked out of the shop, walking away from the horde of humans that had come out to shop. The further Blair and Rebekah walked away, the closer the Fae attempted to get. Whoever it was wasn't doing a very good job at hiding their presence which made Blair suspect it wasn't anyone important. It had become so obvious that even Rebekah was able to sense this Fae's presence.
Once they were far enough, both Blair and Rebekah stopped. "This should be far enough," Blair said, turning around. They were far enough from humans where they wouldn't see or hear anything that happened. If not, Rebekah could easily compel them to forget.
Just then, a dark figure shot out from the woods and made a move to attack Blair, a weapon in hand. However, before Blair could even blink, Rebekah sped in front of Blair and grabbed the Fae by the neck and threw them to the ground, keeping hold of their neck. Rebekah growled lowly at the Fae, silently warning the Fae not to move.
Walking forward, Blair peered down at the Fae and examined their face. The Fae was female, short and lithe. This Fae was not a warrior nor an assassin but a spy – a fairly new one. The girl was young, barely looking older than fourteen years old. Maeve had moved on to using the young generation as her slaves and this made Blair feel sick.
"What should we do with her?" Rebekah asked, keeping her grip on the Fae. Even she had noticed how young this Fae looked and it made her weary.
"We should kill her. She's a spy for the Queen," Blair said.
Rebekah turned to Blair, "If I ever meet this Queen remind me to snap her neck,"
Blair snorted, "That's if I don't kill her myself,"
At the mention of her Queen's death, the young Fae struggled under Rebekah's hold, reaching behind her for another weapon. However, before she had a chance, Blair's eyes glowed purple and the young Fae stopped moving, immobilised from the neck down. The young Fae turned to look at Blair with a blank expression – her eyes completely void of any emotion.
At that moment, Blair decided what she was going to do. "I have a message for the Queen," Blair said, catching Rebekah and the young Fae's attention. "Tell her that if she sends anyone out to try and kill or spy on me or anyone I care about, I will come for her. Do you understand? Blink twice if you do,"
The young Fae blinked twice, confirming that she understood.
"Let her go, she won't do anything," Blair said, motioning to Rebekah. The young Fae had done her job and would now need to report back to the Queen for further instructions. Maeve didn't appreciate free will in her puppets and so Blair knew the protocol.
Wordlessly, Rebekah let the young Fae go and she was gone within seconds. Running off into the distance at such a fast pace that she was gone within moments of her being released. Once the young Fae was out of sight, Rebekah turned to Blair. "What is the Queen's deal with you?"
Blair's eyes darkened, "I am a threat to the Queen. Now that I am free, I have become even more of a threat to her,"
Rebekah said nothing, sensing that this was a touchy subject. Raphael had only mentioned in bits that the Queen and Blair did not get on. He had said that it was Blair's story to tell and only when she was ready would she say anything.
ORIGINALS
It was a few more hours later when Rebekah and Blair returned back to the Abattoir with a lot of shopping bags. After the little fiasco with the Fae, they had gone back to shopping where they purchased a few new outfits. Rebekah had vowed to drag Blair out for a night of clubbing and dancing – something she hadn't done in a very long time. While out, Blair had spotted a dress that would suit Davina and had bought it, intending to give it to Davina as a gift. Her birthday was coming up and Blair wanted to gift her something nice after everything she had been through. Davina had not had an easy time. In the past month, Davina had basically stayed up in her room, hardly coming out. She had even broken up with Timothy, stating that she didn't want to pull him into any more danger. Blair had assumed that it was the young Witch's way of dealing with the grief of losing Marcel and so she never said anything.
Deciding to go and check on the young Witch, Blair knocked on the door, waiting for Davina to answer. However, when Blair received no answer, she frowned and knocked again. Blair could sense that Davina was in her room and wondered why she wasn't answering.
Just as she was about to knock again, the door opened slightly, Davina's face peering over the slight opening. "Y-yes?" Davina's voice was shaky, almost as if she was nervous.
"I was just coming to check up on you, how are you?" Blair asked, concerned by her behaviour. As of late, Davina had become secretive and they no longer had their lessons in Davina's room. At first, Blair hadn't thought much of this behaviour but it seemed to get worse as time went on.
"I am fine," Davina answered quickly.
Blair frowned, "Are you sure? You look a little pale," There were also dark circles under the Witch's eyes like she hadn't been sleeping much.
"Nothing is wrong!" Davina argued back, attempting to shut the door. Just as she attempted this, Blair's green eyes spotted a dark figure in the room and a chill went down her spine.
Before the door could fully close, Blair used her foot to stop the door. Davina squeaked in protest but Blair ignored this. Instead, Blair focused on Davina's room itself, focusing on the dark figure she just saw. For the past month, Blair had noticed a dark presence within the compound but had yet to find the source of the dark energy. However, it would seem that the dark energy she had been sensing was coming from Davina's room.
"What have you done?" Blair asked, her tone steely.
Davina fell silent for a moment. Slowly, her lip began to quiver and tears began to fall, "Blair, I screwed up. I really messed up,"
"Tell me so I can help," Blair said softly.
Nodding her head, Davina stepped back and opened the door wider. Blair stepped through into Davina's room and noticed how dark it was. However, the dark did not hide the figure that stood in the corner of the room. The moment Blair stepped into the room, the figure sprung, aiming to attack Blair but the Fae reacted quickly. Eyes glowing purple, Blair summoned a barrier around herself and Davina, making the dark figure stop in its tracks.
Now that the figure was closer, Blair could make out what it looked like. The figure was a tall man with short grey hair and piercing blue eyes. However, it was the fangs that stuck out. This man was a Vampire, and not just any Vampire, a ghost as well.
"Davina?" Blair questioned, looking over to the crying Witch.
"I didn't mean to summon him!" Davina cried out quickly, "I was crying to contact Marcel. I just wanted to say goodbye but I managed to summon him instead!"
The figure growled at Davina.
Inhaling deeply, Blair closed her eyes and attempted to calm the annoyance inside her. Davina had done something completely foolish and dangerous. Now, she could see why Davina had become so secretive over the last month – she had managed to summon a poltergeist. However, the main emotion she was feeling was a disappointment. Disappointment that Davina hadn't come to her the moment this happened. This would need to be handled delicately but first things first, the poltergeist needed to be dealt with. Opening her eyes, Blair's eyes glowed purple and she moved her arm forward in a pushing motion. The figure screamed as it was pushed out of the room and soon it was gone.
"You banished him," Davina breathed a sigh of relief. Mikael had been terrorising her for the past month. Demanding that she bring him back, taunting her and not letting her get any sleep. It had been torturing for her.
Blair shook her head, "It's not a permanent solution. He will be back but we can figure out how to banish him in the meantime,"
Frowning, Davina nodded her head.
"Show me the spell you used," Blair said, getting down to business.
Walking over to her desk, Davina picked up the open grimoire on her desk. She had been studying the spell, trying to figure out how to undo the spell to no avail. She had been looking at all the other grimoires but found nothing useful.
Blair took the grimoire and examined the spell. Sighing deeply, Blair looked up at the Witch, "This spell ties the ghost to whoever cast the spell. This is very dangerous and it shouldn't have been performed. If you had wanted to contact the dead, you should have come to see me," Blair would have helped Davina to conduct this endeavour safely.
Davina winced at Blair's clipped tone, "I know, but I couldn't help myself. I saw people do this in my Coven all the time, I thought it would be okay,"
"This kind of magic is never okay to do unsupervised, especially for a novice," Blair placed the grimoire back down on the desk, mentally sighing to herself. "But this is also on me, I should have kept a closer eye on you,"
"I am sorry," Davina said weakly.
"I know you are," Blair said, patting Davina's head lightly, making the young Witch scowl. "But luckily, I can help you,"
Davina's eyes lit up and she sent Blair a thankful smile.
For a couple of hours, Blair spent time correcting Davina's mistake. In her haste to speak with Marcel, Davina had accidentally linked herself and Mikael – a name that nearly caused Blair heart failure. It was that name alone and resemblance that made Blair realise exactly who Davina summoned and it was not good. If Klaus, Elijah or Rebekah realised who Davina had brought back it would not be good. To fix this mistake, Blair and Davina had to move over the connection to something else and a nearby book was the casualty. Blair had explained that because Mikael was linked to Davina, he was draining her of all her energy and life force in an attempt to bring himself back. But now that the connection had been severed Davina would be back to normal. They hadn't found a way to get rid of Mikael completely but Blair was going to continue looking for an answer but at least he was contained for the moment. Just as long as no one moved the book from the protective magical barrier Blair placed around it.
It was late when Blair arrived back in her room. Locking her door behind her, Blair sat on her bed and stretched her neck. It had been a long day and while she had enjoyed it, she was mentally cursing her luck. Even after dealing with the Hunter, there was always something going on. Blair began to wonder when she would get to relax. She wasn't so sure who and what was cursed: New Orleans, the Mikaelson's or herself.
Laying down on her bed, Blair began to think of the conversation she had with Rebekah earlier that day. She wasn't used to talking about feeling since she never usually had time to sit down and think. Katherine certainly wasn't interested in those types of conversations and that suited Blair just fine. On the shopping trip with Rebekah, the topic of Katherine and the doppelgänger situation even came up and it made Blair wonder what would happen if she ever mentioned her connection to the Petrova woman.
Just as Blair was about to sit up in bed, that's when the feeling hit her. It was one she had experienced many times – she was going to have a vision. Inhaling deeply, Blair quickly made herself comfortable on the bed, easily removing her jacket and shoes before the vision hit. It was when she managed to get her boots off that the vision hit and she let it, allowing the vision to take over her vision.
In this vision, she could see a group of people, some she recognised and others she didn't. Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah were in the vision, and they were speaking to the others. Names rang out loudly in her vision. Names like Kol, Finn and Esther. They were all arguing and the next thing she knew, they were attacking one another, but somehow Finn and Kol were able to use magic and they looked nothing like their other siblings. In fact, Esther looked like a teenage girl. The scene changes and flashing images hit Blair like a freight train and she had to concentrate to focus on everything that was happening. In the flashes, it appeared as though the siblings had split off, the one being called Kol corning Davina, and the one called Finn speaking friendly with Camille. Other names and faces became apparent in the vision, two in particular. Dahlia and Freya's faces and names flashed several times. They were after something, hunting for something.
Gasping out, Blair shot up from her bed when the vision finally subsided. It had been a long and detailed vision and it had left her drained. Falling back onto the bed, Blair fell unconscious, her body tired after what she had just seen. However, before she fell unconscious, she was filled with dread because she knew there was no getting out of explaining this to the Mikaelson's.