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Good To You Ch21

A/N: Okay, so the reveal doesn’t happen this chapter however it does happen in the next. Already have it all planned out.

“The Italians call them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them Hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with.” Elijah spoke to the room. “Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There's never been one all-powerful witch until Davina.”

“Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection. Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence.” Klaus commented pointedly.

“Yes. Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil for power.” Elijah suggested. “Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over 200 years. I don't understand. Why all these sketches now?”

“Why does any witch do anything?” Klaus countered.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Marcel entered Davina’s room with a food tray, setting it on the end of her bed.

“Go away!” Davina shouted at the sight of him and sent him flying against the wall, he hit the ground roughly.

“Come on.” Marcel pushed back to his feet, unfazed by her lashing out at him. “You got to be starving. You haven't eaten since--”

“Since your best friend killed my best friend?” Davina cut him off with the harsh reminder.

“Davina, I'm sorry about what happened to this kid Tim.” Marcel began.

“I'm sorry you don't hate Klaus for what he did or want to make him pay.” Davina spat angrily.

“He'll pay for what he did one way or the other, but right now, I just want to make peace with you.” Marcel insisted.

“Why? So we can be one big happy Frankenstein family?” Davina demanded scornfully.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Well, that's going well,” Klaus commented, and Caroline gave a small scoff at his remark, sitting beside him.

“If you were trying to win the girl's trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea.” Elijah threw back at Klaus.

“Oh. Are there any more inopportune deaths you'd like to wave in my face?” Klaus responded, used to Elijah's judgment.

“Give me a month. I'll get you list.” Elijah told him.

“Are you sure a month is long enough?” Caroline tilted her head in thought.

Klaus shot her a look. “Whose side are you on?”

“Hey, I was only considering the fact that you’ve been alive for a thousand years, the amount of people you have killed that didn’t need to die has to be endless.” Caroline defended.

Klaus lips twisted into a wry smile. “Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass.”

Caroline couldn't not nod her head in agreement with that truthful statement.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Davina was sitting on her bed when suddenly she felt her stomach twist in knots and something traveling up her chest, she haunched forward and began throwing up. Dirt spewing from her mouth.

“Davina,” Marcel shouted alarmed. “Davina!”

Caroline rushed into the room. “Oh, my God. Is that dirt?”

Klaus was hot on her heels. “What's with all the racket?” he caught sight of Davina throwing up dirt of all things. “Bloody hell.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Elijah?” Hayley walked toward the person she was looking for. “There's something you need to know.”

The house began to shake like there's an earthquake. Hayley and Elijah shared a startled look and walked out onto the balcony to see Rebekah.

“What the hell is going on?” Rebekah demanded, looking up at them, expecting them to have the answers.

“Davina,” Klaus answered.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Hey.” Rebekah walked into Davina’s room. “What kind of game do you think you're playing? I said disrupt the household, not destroy the whole city.”

“I didn't do it. Not on purpose.” Davina protested, her eyes becoming uncertain. “I--I don't know what's wrong with me.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“This is madness. How can a 16-year-old girl shake the entire French quarter?” Klaus questioned.

“I've seen her rock the church, but I've never seen anything like this,” Marcel admitted.

“I’ve never seen magic this power, but Bonnie channeled the spirits of hundred dead witches once,” Caroline commented.

“I remember,” said Klaus. “She nearly killed me, but Davina isn’t channeling a 100 witches. I don’t think this is the same thing. This is harvest magic.” Klaus looked at Marcel. “How did you control her when she was in the attic?”

“I didn't have to, but then I never killed her boyfriend,” Marcel responded.

Caroline wondered how many times that was going to be brought up today.

“Yes, yes. We've been over this part already.” Klaus said, growing annoyed with the constant reminder. “The point is in her present state she's useless as a tool against the witches.”

“And we’ve been over this she is not a tool,” Caroline said as Marcel glared heatedly.

“Something's wrong with her.” Klaus insisted.

“She has too much power that she cannot control. That much we already knew. But why is it manifesting itself in such an aggressive manner?” Elijah questioned and turned to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Klaus called after him.

“This is witch business. Let's ask a witch.” Elijah left the room and started down the hall only to be approached by Hayley just outside of the room.

“You're going to see Sophie,” Hayley said knowingly.

“You don't have to eavesdrop. I keep nothing from you.” Elijah told her, there was no need for her to sneak around their home.

“Yeah. Well, I don't want to keep anything from you either, and if you're going out to see Sophie, then there's something that you should know.” Hayley began, waving her hands around nervously as she continued. “She called me and asked me for a favor. She promised me that she would help break the curse that Marcel put on my people in exchange for some information." The more she talked, the more her words were jumbled in a rush to tell Elijah everything. And I didn't think anything of it, but then Davina started doing those pictures of Celeste--”

“Whatever this is, you have to tell me.” Elijah cut through her nervous rambling.

“Sophie wanted to find Celeste's remains, so I went through your journals, and I found out where you buried her, and then I told her,” Hayley confessed, voice heavy with guilt. “I know it was stupid, and it was snoopy, And I--I should have just asked you.” She looked up at him pleading, his silence unnerving her. “Please say something. Please.”

“She wanted to be left in peace. When a witch's remains are consecrated, that power fuels the rest of their community. Celeste did not want her remains to be found.” Elijah looked at her like he never seen her before. “She made me promise to bury her where she would not be found. You not only violated my privacy, You have broken my promise to her.”

“I thought they were just bones, Elijah.” Hayley's voice cracked, sounding like she might cry.

“If you truly believed that, why didn't you ask me where to find her?” Elijah asked, with a look of betrayal, sure Hayley knew what she was doing yet she chose to do it anyway.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“If that's dinner, I pass.” Sophie quipped to Sabine.

“Sophie, where have you been?” Sabine questioned.

“Short answer-- grave robbing,” Sophie replied. “Stop whatever you're doing. We need to find Davina. I figured out a way to complete the harvest.”

“What?” Sabine looked at her, surprised. “How?”

“We need an elder to do it, right?” asked Sophie. “I figured out a way how to become one.”

“Soph, you can't just become an elder.” Sabine reminded. “That power has to be bestowed upon you by the other elders, all of whom are dead. Following my logic?”

“How about follow your history?” Sophie countered. “I did research. In 1742, there was a witch massacre that wiped out all the elders, so they decided whoever consecrated the most powerful dead witch in the community became an elder. It worked for them.”

“Teeny flaw. What powerful witch is even left for you to bury?” Sabine questioned.

“Meet Celeste Marie-Hélène Dubois, Elijah Mikaelson's old lover.” Sophie poured the skull head out from the brown bag she carried. “She was drowned in 1821 for being a witch. He buried her, never told anyone where.”

“So how the hell did you find her?” Sabine demanded.

“I bribed Hayley to read his journals, and then I dug her ass up so I could consecrate her bones and absorb her power,” Sophie answered.

Sabine’s eyes narrowed. “That's not disrespectful.”

“Yeah? Well, we only have a couple more weeks to complete the harvest.” Sophie responded. Besides, it wasn’t like it was the worst thing she has done in the name of the harvest.

“Soph, I'm aware of our deadline, but--”

“And if we fail, the witches are done for in this town.” Sophie cut Sabine off. “Our power will fade for good. Those girls sacrificed will never resurrect. My niece will never come back. If digging up some creepy old bones means I get Monique back, I don't care about anything else.”

She had proved that moreover when she stole Klaus’s children from their true mother and the things she had to do to ensure that a vampire could get pregnant. It left a stain on her soul. A black mark that she'll never get out.

“I happen to care,” Elijah announced his presence, looking at Sophie directly. “You're coming with me.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“So you have stolen the remains of the very person that Davina's been drawing for months. Would you care to explain this startling coincidence?” Elijah questioned Sophie, he had taken her back to the compound.

“I can't,” said Sophie. “I didn't even know who Celeste Dubois was until I--”

The house shook suddenly like another earthquake had struck.

“Was that Davina?” asked Sophie stunned.

“Charming little habit she's developed,” Klaus stated.

“It’s called losing control.” Caroline glared at Sophie.

“And the earthquake I felt today?” asked Sophie, ignoring Caroline’s glare.

“Also Davina, and she's taken to vomiting dirt,” Rebekah informed her.

“Oh. We have a huge problem,” said Sophie gravely. “I thought that we had more time, but we need to complete the harvest now.”

“No,” Caroline said immediately. “We are not sacrificing Davina for some stupid witch ritual for power.”

“You don’t understand.” Sophie shook her head. “We no longer have a choice.”

“Said the desperate witch conveniently,” Klaus remarked dryly.

"I'm serious. That earthquake you just felt a preview of the disaster movie that is about to hit us." Sophie insisted gravely.

"Why should we believe you?" Elijah asked doubtfully.

“You've met Davina, you know her story. For months now, she's been holding all the power of the three girls sacrificed in the harvest ritual.” Sophie stated, needing the point she was trying to make, be driven home with everyone in the room. “A force that was meant to flow through her and back into the earth. One person was never meant to hold that much power. It's tearing her apart, and it will take us down with it. “

Caroline didn’t want to believe her, but if she was telling the truth they needed to find a way to stop Davina's power from killing her and everyone who lived in New Orleans, and they needed to do it without sacrificing Davina in a stupid blood ritual for power.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Josh moved down the street, keeping to the alleys and crowds, he didn’t know when Klaus would strike, but he didn’t want to be the man’s next victim.

Josh was so busy continually looking over his shoulder that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked ahead only to see Caroline standing a few feet away, her eyes set on him.

He swallowed and thought about running; however, what good would that do. He could only run for so long.

He held his head high and walked forward until he was right in front of her. “Here to take me to your boyfriend?”

“No,” Caroline shook her head as the wind blew strongly around them. “I’m here to bring you to Davina.”

“This is her, isn’t it?” Josh looked around, the wind, so powerful storefront windows rattled.

“Yes,” Caroline answered. “The harvest magic is consuming her. It’s harming not only the city but her, and I think she could really use her friend right about now. That’s where you come in.”

“Where is she?” Josh questioned worriedly.

“Back at the compound, C’mon,” Caroline turned on her heel.

Josh followed, falling into step beside her, wanting to be there for Davina if she needed him. “What about Klaus? What if he kills me the minute he sees me?”

“He won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Caroline assured him.

“How? I doubt asking nicely will work.” When Caroline just stared at him, his eyes widened. “You were just going to ask him not to kill me?”

“Yes,”

“If I go with you, I am so dead.” Josh groaned.

“Trust me, Josh,” Caroline told him, settling her hand on his shoulder. “I’m not looking to get anyone killed. I just want to help Davina, and I know you do too.”

Josh was quiet for a moment regarding her closely. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go with you to see her.”

Caroline smiled encouragingly.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“We need to prepare. According to Sophie Deveraux, as Davina self-destructs, she'll cycle through four stages that represent the four elements that bound together the harvest.” Klaus informed father, Kieran.

The two met in the heart of the French Quarter.

“The earthquake?” Kieran questioned.

“Yes,” Klaus answered. “Earth stage comes first.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Then comes wind, and since each stage is more intense than the last, let's just say you'll blow the roof off this place,” Rebekah told Davina, standing at the end of her bed.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Then after the wind is water,” Klaus told Kieran.

“Rain, flood. How bad?” Kieran questioned concerned.

“Quite bad actually, but that's not the worst of it,” Klaus answered.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“The last stage is fire, and since it's the last,” Sophie trailed off warningly to the group gathered at the compound.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“It will be by far the worst.” Said Klaus. “But I didn't take over this town to watch it burn to the ground.”

“You can stop this, right?” asked Kieran worriedly.

“Yes, but you're not gonna like how,” Klaus warned him. Caroline believed there was another way, but he was not in agreement. The only way this was going to end was with Davina’s death.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“They want to complete the harvest,” Rebekah informed Davina, standing across from her bed.

“No!” Davina protested in fear.

“The witches say you'll be resurrected.” Rebekah insisted.

They're liars!” Davina accused. “They'll say anything to get what they want just like Marcel, just like you.”

“Davina, you may think that I don't care about you, but you're wrong,” Rebekah told her sincerely. “I know what it's like to have your life stripped away from you because of other people's bad decisions. How do you think I became a vampire?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“You've convinced my siblings. You have yet to convince us.” Elijah told Sophie, referring to himself and Marcel.

“We don't have time to waste,” Sophie said urgently. “The first sign's already come and gone. “

“So fix her.” Marcel insisted.

“She can't be fixed,” Sophie told him her voice rising.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Rebekah walked into Davina’s room with a syringe.

“What--what is that?” Davina asked fearfully.

“The more upset you become, the faster you deteriorate,” said Rebekah. "I compelled up some sedative."

“No, no, no!” Davina shook her head frantically, her fear evident.

“We keep you calm, we keep you alive Davina.” Rebekah tried to reason with her as she moved forward.

“Stop!” Davina protested as Rebekah stepped toward her.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“She can't be saved,” Sophie stated with complete certainty. “This will not stop at the earth sign, and if you wait it out, you immortals will be the only ones left to argue about it.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“No! Please! No! Please! Nooo!” Davina begged terrified.

High winds blew through the Quarter, and Rebekah knew she didn’t have a choice she moved forward and injected the sedative despite Davina's protests, and she fell unconscious, slumping back on the bed.

The wind stopped suddenly, erasing any doubts Rebekah had about Sophie telling the truth.

“What the hell did you just do?” Caroline demanded, stepping into the room.

“Davina!” Josh rushed forward in concern, pulling the now unconscious girl into her arms.

“I just gave her a sedative.” Rebekah stepped away, backing off. “As long as she’s awake, things are just going to get worse.”

“Or maybe the presence of a friend, someone she trust could have calmed her.” Caroline snapped, indicating to Josh. “We can’t keep her sedated forever.”

“We’re doing what we have to do.” Rebekah defended. “What’s best for this city.”

“You mean what’s best for you.” Caroline accused, and Josh looked at her surprise that she would speak to an Original like that.

“How long are you planning on being pissed at me?” Rebekah glared.

“I’m thinking a century maybe by then you know what it means not to turn on people because it suits you.” Caroline threw at her.

Josh didn’t know Caroline that well, but it was then that he decided he liked her. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for others even when the person was a whole lot more dangerous than her.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Convinced now?” Sophie asked archly.

Caroline clenched her jaw, walking into the room. Josh behind her. Even if what Sophie said was right, they still could not sacrifice Davina. She was just a kid.

Klaus's eyes narrowed when he caught sight of Joshua, and he moved before anyone could react, wrapping his hand around his neck. “How kind of you to save me from having to track you down myself.”

“Don’t.” Josh tried to pull at his hands.

“Don’t what? Don’t kill you?” Klaus grip tightened. “Now why would I show you mercy?”

Caroline stepped forward. “Because I want you to.” Klaus's head swiveled around to her. “I want Josh alive. Don’t kill him. I could use a friend around here, and Josh seems like an excellent choice.”

Klaus faltered, his grip loosening around Josh’s throat. “Him? Why?”

Caroline looked at Josh, whose eyes were wide with fear. “He came here knowing you would be here even though you terrify him because Davina needed him. He put his friend's needs before his own well being. That kind of friend is hard to find, and that kind of loyalty should be rewarded, not punished. I am asking you not to kill him.”

Klaus turned back to Josh. “It seems you left quite the impression on Caroline. Count your blessing for that.” he let his hand fall away from his neck. “As long as you remain in Caroline’s good graces, you have nothing to fear from me.”

Josh nodded vigorously. “Got it. Don’t get on Caroline’s bad side.” his eyes went to her. “Thank you.”

Josh honestly couldn’t believe that all she did was ask and Klaus had given it to her without question. Clearly, he underestimated Caroline's influence on Klaus.

It made him wonder just who Caroline Forbes was? And what was it about her that caused Klaus Mikaelson the most terrifying man he had ever met to be so enamored with her? Why did she have such a profound effect on a monster?

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“We sedated her too heavily,” Elijah claimed.

“Well, if this is her sedated, I'd hate to see her otherwise,” said Klaus. “We all agreed that Davina must be sacrificed. There's no need to let her blow the roof off our heads in the meantime.”

“What!?” Josh exclaimed.

“We did not agree to that!” Caroline protested.

“No way! You're not touching her!” Marcel raged shoving Klaus angrily.

“Ok. I'll let you have that one.” Klaus told him.

“Marcel, no one wishes to see Davina come to harm less than I, but there is no scenario here in which we simply wait this out. She's going to die.” Elijah stated.

“Just shut up!” Caroline snapped at him glaring.

“Excuse me.” Elijah looked at her affronted.

“If you gave a damn about Davina you would be looking for an alternative to save her.” Caroline accused.

“There is no other way,” Elijah insisted.

“According to Sophie, the witch who screwed over everybody here.” Marcel retorted.

“I wouldn’t trust Sophie if she were the last witch alive,” Caroline said in agreement with Marcel. “For all, we know she could only be after the power Davina possesses.”

“Exactly,” Marcel said. “Finally someone that is not me is making some sense right now.”

“The harvest was working before it was stopped. If a nonbeliever like Sophie Deveraux can come to have faith that these girls will be resurrected, then I, also, am a believer.” Elijah reasoned.

“I saved Davina from the harvest, and now you want me to just hand her over?” Marcel demanded.

“We can’t do that,” Josh spoke up.

“Do you think that I'm happy about this?” Klaus challenged. “If the witches complete the harvest, not only do they regain their power, we lose our weapon against them. The earthquake I was willing to chalk up to hideous coincidence, but these winds? If Davina is not sacrificed, then every inch of earth that shook, everything blowing about now will soon be drenched in water and consumed by fire.”

“Oh! Now you care about the city.” Marcel retorted.

“We ought to. We built it.” Elijah said.

”And we all saw it burnt to the ground twice. I will not let that happen again. Do I make myself clear?” Klaus stated,

“Yeah.” Marcel nodded eyes hard. “Yeah.” he turned and left.

Caroline watched him go and then shook her head. “No, this is not okay.”

“Caroline, we don’t have time to argue about this,” Klaus told her.

“It would matter if we did because you're going to do what you think is best, either way, right?” Caroline demanded. “I will tell you right now I’m not going to quietly stand by while all of you lead that girl to the slaughter.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Klaus told her.

Caroline glared. She always had a choice. She turned on her heel and walked from the room, shaking her head.

Klaus sighed as he watched her walk out of the room.

Josh looked at Klaus uneasily before following in the direction Caroline had went.

“Not a people person, are you, Niklaus?” said Elijah dryly.

“Nonsense. I love people.” Klaus countered. “Just on my way to warn a couple of prominent ones in case the weather gets out of hand. If you fancy yourself as plus diplomatic, perhaps you'd like to come along.”

“No. Soon Sophie Deveraux shall be consecrating Celeste's remains, and though her actions are reprehensible, still I should pay my respects.” Elijah insisted.

“Hey.” Hayley greeted, walking into the room. “Do you have a minute?” she asked Elijah.

“Just on my way out,” Elijah said brusquely and brushed past her out of the room.

Klaus noted the way Hayley’s face fell and followed Elijah out. “Which one of us is the people person again?

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Hey, wait up,” Josh called after Caroline, catching up with her as she was leaving the compound. “What are we going to do about Davina? We can’t just let them sacrifice her.”

“I agree,” Caroline told him, turning down the busy sidewalk. “For now as long as Marcel is there she’s safe. I don’t know him well, but I already know he would do whatever it takes to protect Davina.”

“Okay, where are you going?” Josh questioned. “Because in case you forgot the city is on the verge of burning to the ground because of witchy hijinks. Now is not exactly the time to be taking a stroll among the city.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not just taking a stroll. I have something I need to do.”

Josh brows furrowed. “Can I come with?”

Caroline paused midstep turning to him. “That depends?”

Josh frowned. “On what?”

“On how you feel about werewolves,” Caroline said yet again surprising Josh.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Caroline walked up to the house that she had come with Kieran to, Josh trailed behind her.

“I can’t believe you’re working with werewolves. Aren’t they like supposed to be our enemy or something?” Josh questioned, feeling uneasy.

“Okay, first, can we get past this stupid vampire-werewolf feud? It’s stupid. Secondly, I am not working with werewolves. I’m helping them. There’s a difference.” Caroline stated matter of factly as she raised her fist and rapped on the door.

“And you’re sure their not gonna like attack me or anything?” Josh questioned.

“I’m 67 percent sure that you will come to no harm from them.”

Josh’s eyes widened comically. “67 percent?!"

Caroline chuckled at the way his voice had risen dramatically in alarm.

The door opened, Zachary appeared in the doorway. “Caroline.” he greeted, his eyes narrowing on Josh. “You brought another vampire with you?”

“I did, however, he's completely harmless. Like a puppy.”

“Hey!” Josh protested. “I’m not a puppy.”

Zack snorted and opened the door wider, inviting them inside. "Come in."

Caroline stepped inside, and Josh followed her hesitantly.

“How is everyone?” Caroline asked, following Zack in the kitchen.

“Well, we’re no longer going hungry or scrounging for scraps for one. I suppose we have you to thank for that.”

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m just glad I could help in any way I could,” Caroline responded.

“What brings you by?” Zack leaned against the counter.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the weird shit going on with the weather.” Caroline began.

“Earthquake, unnatural wind, kinda hard not to notice,” Zack responded wryly.

“Well, it’s about to get worse, and I thought maybe you should take the pack and get out of New Orleans until this all blows over.”

Zack's eyes narrowed. “You want us to just pick up and run?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just think it will be better not to get mixed up in what is happening plus I’ve been looking into remodeling the place, and it would go faster if you were staying somewhere else temporarily.”

Zackery paused, looking around. It did need some serious remodeling, the wire had stopped working upstairs, and a pipe had burst, the water damage so extensive the ceiling weakened and came down in the dining room.

“Where would we go?” Zack finally asked.

“Klaus has a mansion in Mystic Falls. It’s a small town and where I’m originally from. You could go there, and it would only be for a few weeks.”

Zack nodded, considering. “You’ll let me know when the place is finished so we can come back?”

“Of course.” Caroline nodded.

Zach nodded, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Do I need to know anything else about this place?”

“If you go into town, keep a low profile. Blend in, avoid the Salvatore’s at all cost. Especially Damon. Their old vampires but Damon’s the one you really got to look out for. My mom’s the sheriff, her name’s Elizabeth Forbes if you need anything, just ask her. I’ll let her know you're coming. She can stop by and help you get settled in.” Caroline explained. “Just do your best not to draw attention to yourselves, and you’ll be fine. I already made arrangements for some deliveries so you will have everything you will need.” she dug around in her pocket and pulled out some money that she may or may not have stolen from Elijah while he’d been distracted with whatever the hell was going on with him and Hayley. “Three rented cars will be here in an hour to pick you up and take you to Mystic Falls, all you have to do is pack a few bags.”

“I’ve been with you since you found me, when did you have time to arrange all this?” Josh wondered.

“Haven’t you ever heard to have contingency plans in case of emergencies. Besides, do you think I spend my time following Klaus around? I have my independence beyond him.” Caroline defended.

Zack brow furrowed. “You really thought all of this through, haven’t you?”

Caroline nodded. “I want to help. I care that all of you are going to be okay. Your Klaus’s pack and as far as I can tell you are good people.”

Zack nodded just as another male wolf walked in. “Tell everyone to be ready to go. We’re heading out for a few weeks.”

The male wolf nodded, walking back out.

“Does Klaus know what you’re doing for us?” Zack asked Caroline.

“No,” she answered. “If you’re worried about Klaus's reaction, don’t be. If this is something I want to do that I care about, then he’ll do whatever it takes to help. Besides your his pack, he’d be fine with me helping you.”

Zach shook his head. “A vampire fighting for wolves. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to knowing that I can trust a vampire.”

Caroline smiled at him. “I'm glad to be the exception.”

Zack grinned. “It’s a good thing you’re so likable. Like a ray of sunshine.”

Caroline laughed, and Josh looked between them, unable to believe he was seeing two supernatural creatures who couldn’t be more different, who were supposed to be enemies, getting along so well.

What the hell was with Caroline? Almost everyone seems to be drawn to her in some way. Werewolves. Klaus. Who else was going to fall into her orbit?

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“I have to admit that I was surprised when you called asking me to meet you here.” Elijah took a seat on the park bench next to Caroline.

It was the same park bench she sat with Hayley on when they had argued over Hayley wanting to use wolfbane to end her pregnancy.

“I wanted to talk with you without any prying eyes.”

Elijah looked at Josh. “Then, why is he here?”

“Because he wants to be and I don’t see him protesting what I am about to ask of you.”

Elijah’s eyes turned inquisitive. “You have my attention?”

“Everyone but Marcel seems pretty dead set on sacrificing for Davina this stu”

“It’s the only way to end all of this,” Elijah interrupted.

“Okay, one I wasn’t done speaking and two it’s rude to interrupt someone so abruptly, now as I was saying this stupid harvest ritual and I was trying to think of way Davina can be saved and then it occurred to me, you have the answer to saving her.”

“You’re not talking about turning her to a vampire, are you?” Josh asked, worriedly. “Cause I’ve heard that’s something no witch ever wants to happen to them.”

“God no, I don’t want to turn her into a vampire,” Caroline exclaimed. “Elijah has an elixir for a sacrifice ritual that just might save her life.”

“What?” Josh's eyes widened with a look of hope.

“How do you know about that?” Elijah’s brow furrowed.

“I remember Stefan telling me about it once you were going to give it to Elena, but Damon had given her his blood instead.” Okay, Damon had forced Elena to drink his blood. Caroline hadn’t been surprised. “We can use that elixir to save Davina.”

“That elixir was created by a witch over five hundred years ago. There’s no guarantee it will work.”

“We don’t know that this ritual will work either, but at least with this, there’s a chance she’ll come back,” Caroline argued. “It’s better than blind faith in Sophie of all people. It’s better than nothing.”

“And you expect me to just hand the elixir over to you?” Elijah wondered at Caroline's demands, her audacity to believe she had any right to demand anything from him and for what? Because of Niklaus’s attachment to her.

“Yes as I see it you owe me.” Caroline glared at him. “You have been a stuck up asshole since I met you. The first thing you did was evade my mind.”

“Okay, that’s not cool,” Josh mumbled sending Elijah judging looks.

Elijah shot him a look that indicated he wanted Josh to be quiet. “I apologized for that.”

“You think an apology means a damn to me?” Caroline demanded. “An apology does not wipe everything under the rug. It doesn’t absolve you. You invaded my privacy and not only that you have treated me like I’m nothing but a phase Klaus is going through. Get that thought out of your head. I’m am not going anywhere, and Klaus sure as hell is not going through a fucking phase where I’m just an infatuation for him.”

“Your not the first woman for my brother to get obsessed with.” Elijah defended.

“But none of those women were me.” Caroline was confident in her place in Klaus’s heart. “I’m not an infatuation. Klaus is in love with me. I don’t need to hear him say the words to know that. It’s in the way he looks at me, talks to me, his actions. He would rather burn this city, a city he loves to the ground then to ever allow any harm to come to me.”

“Careful Miss Forbes that you don’t overestimate your value.” Elijah cautioned.

“Threats don’t scare me. I’ve been through more than anyone should, and I know you're aware of that. I know you overheard my talk with Klaus about when I was human. If I can handle what I went through as a human, I can handle anything as a vampire. Including any threats you want to throw at me.” Caroline crossed her arms and looked at him defiantly. “Now we can keep arguing and hashing out our clear dislike for one another, or you can just agree to give me the elixir so we can save a young girl’s life because she doesn’t deserve to die like some sacrificial lamb.”

Josh held his breath as he waited, half scared Elijah would kill Caroline for the way she spoke to him, and he was sure that would incite a war between Klaus and Elijah.

Finally, after a moment of neither backing down, Elijah spoke. “Very well, I will retrieve the elixir and give it to you. We can at least try to make sure Davina comes back.”

Josh let out a breath, and Caroline smiled victoriously. “Great and hey I’ll do you solid and won’t tell Klaus how you just threatened me. I doubt that would have gone over too well with him.”

She stood and grabbed Josh by the arm, steering him away as she called over her shoulder. “See you back at the compound. I’ll be waiting.”

“I can’t believe you just got away talking to an Original like that.” Josh looked at her in disbelief.

Caroline just patted him on his shoulder. “Original or not it’s no excuse to be a self-righteous asshat.”

Josh laughed, deciding then and there that he liked Caroline. She was his kind of people.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“A fat lot of good that will do.” Said Rebekah.

Roussos was all but empty, save the two of them.

“I don't really have time to socialize.” Sophie retorted.

“Good. Neither do I. When you're done burying your witchy bits on sacred ground, are you prepared to perform the harvest?” Rebekah questioned. “You do realize you have to slit a girl's throat, a very sweet girl as it turns out. “

“If it means I get my niece Monique back, I can handle anything,” Sophie responded, she’s done worse. “Why are you really here?”

“When all this is done after Davina is resurrected and the witches get their power back, you'll have a decision to make,” Rebekah told her.

“Enlighten me,” Sophie replied.

“A witch at her full power can trade body blows with a vampire punch for punch. Believe me, I know,” said Rebekah.

“So do I,” said Sophie. “Be nice to have a fair fight for a change.”

“Well, fair only gets you so far, luv. Clever gets you further. After this, Marcel will still be here, and so will Klaus, and you know better than anyone that those two don't fight fair. You are going to need an original on your side, and I'm gonna need a witch on mine if we're gonna stop those two from running things.” Rebekah reasoned.

“Am I missing something?” Sophie questioned, confused. “Why would you side with me?”

“Sometimes, what's more, important is not who you're siding with but who you're siding against,” Rebekah answered.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Marcel stood in Davina’s room, watching her sleep. He could remember clearly the night he met her. The night of the harvest.

“No, no! Let go of me! Stop it!” Her screams echoed all around him, filled with desperation.

Marcel remembered wrapping his arms tight around and saying reassuringly. “I got you. I got you right here.”

He stepped toward Davina.

“Hey. Klaus said not to.” The vampire that was being kept on watch stepped into the room.

“I'm done caring what Klaus says.” Marcel snapped, grabbing the vampire and snapping his neck, he moved to Davina gather her in his arms and vamp sped out of there.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Caroline barely stepped into the courtyard with Josh before Klaus was in front of her, waves of anger coming off of him. “Where the bloody hell have you been, Caroline?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were my jail warden and I have to tell you whenever I step off prison grounds.”

Klaus clenched his jaw. “That is not what I meant. You can come and go as you please but I would rather you do it when the city is not in the middle of a crisis being torn apart.”

“I should be the least of your concerns then like you said we have a city falling apart, and unless we do something, things are only going to get worse. And unlike you, I don’t believe letting Davina die is our only option.”

“You will always be my concern.” Klaus countered. “No matter what is happening, you are my priority. What was so important that you couldn’t take the time to at least tell me what you were doing?”

“I think I might have found a way to save Davina.”

“Well, that’s great, but unfortunately Davina is gone.” Rebekah came down the stairs with an angry look.

Klaus whirled around. “What?!”

“Marcel took her. Their both gone.” Rebekah stated.

“What do you mean they're gone?” Josh sped past but was back a moment later, eyes wide. “They’re gone.”

“Yes, Josh, we have established that.” Rebekah deadpanned.

Caroline took in a slow breath and released it. Why the hell couldn’t just one thing go right for once? “This is just fucking great. I find a possible way to save Davina and bam, she’s gone.” Though Caroline completely understood what Marcel was attempting to do. He was trying to protect someone he cared about.

“I’m sorry you what?” Rebekah turned to her in surprise, finally taking in what Caroline had said.

“How do you plan on saving Davina?” Klaus questioned. “Sophie made it pretty clear what has to happen if New Orleans and everyone is going to survive it.”

“Well, 500 years ago, you were going to sacrifice Katherine to break your curse.”

“What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything,” Rebekah asked baffled.

“Elijah had an elixir created by a witch to save her life. He still has it.”

“You think if we give it to Davina, she’ll survive?” Klaus asked doubtfully.

“It’s worth a shot, it’s better than trusting Sophie’s word.” Caroline crossed her arms. “After everything, she’s done do you really think we can trust her?”

“I know I probably don’t get to weigh in on this, but I think Caroline’s right,” Josh interjected. “At least this way Davina has a chance.”

“Then we better find her and Marcel,” Klaus said finally, locking eyes with Caroline. “We’ll do this your way.”

Caroline relaxed, her shoulders dropping she uncrossed her arms and reached for his hand, a silent apology for all their arguing.

Klaus tightened his hand around Carolines and tugged her forward. He lifted her hand to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles and the inside of her wrist.

Caroline sighed and brushed a kiss against his mouth, uncaring that they weren’t alone.

Rebekah looked away, eyes narrowing. For a thousand years, her brother had ruined every chance she had at happiness at finding love, and here he was getting everything he ever wanted. Once again, what Nik wants he gets.

Josh brow furrowed as he watched Caroline and Klaus. He knew Klaus to be terrifying, a monster, cruel, but he was so gentle with Caroline. It was like he was a different person when it came to her. It was weird to see, and it made him wonder what it was about Caroline that inspired kindness from someone as evil and cruel as Klaus Mikaelson.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“You don't have to be here for this,” Sabine told Elijah, stepping away to speak with him without disturbing Sophie. “It's gonna take some time for Sophie to prepare for her consecration.”

“I have time. I owe her this.” Said Elijah.

“Care to elaborate why?” Sabine enquired.

“Have you ever experienced something so profound and wonderful that when it was taken from you, your life felt unbearable?” Elijah asked her.

“Yes, I have felt that, and I've got the scars to prove it,” answered Sabine.

“I believe that when you love someone, and that person loves you in return, you're uniquely vulnerable. They have a power to hurt you that's like nothing else,” said Elijah, his phone started ringing in his pocket, and he answered it. “Rebekah.”

“He's taken the girl,” Rebekah said in greeting.

“Who has?” Elijah asked.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Bloody, bloody Marcel!” Rebekah snapped.

“And you wanted to run off and start a life with this backstabber.” Klaus reminded her.

“Says the man who was shacking up with him, not two seconds before all this went down.” Rebekah shot back. “Ok. We need to divide and conquer if we're gonna stand a chance. He could have gone anywhere. We need to find her now that you and Caroline have a way to save her.”

“A possibility, there’s no guarantee.” Elijah clarified.

“But it’s a chance.” Caroline insisted.

“Well, I'm here with Sabine. Perhaps we could try a locator spell?” Elijah suggested.

“ I'll talk to the priest,” said Klaus. “They might even be at the church. It's the last place we'd think to look for them, right?”

“Ok.” Rebekah agreed. “You check the church, I'll check everywhere else.”

“We’ll help,” Caroline said, waving a hand between her and Josh who nodded.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“What are you doing?” Klaus questioned when he saw Hayley packing up a box of can food.

Hayley didn’t look up as she placed more can goods in the box. She was doing her best to hold it together, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the rift between her and Elijah and how much it hurt. “I was gonna take these to the-,”

“If you say, "bayou," I will find a nice comfy dungeon and throw you in it.” Klaus cut her off. “This is not the night to be out there.”

“For anyone.” Hayley corrected, finally looking at him. “But some people don't have a choice.”

“Right,” said Klaus, noting how she was trying not to cry. It was clear to him she was trying to keep herself occupied as to not think about her fight with his brother. Pushing down his annoyance, he didn’t need to deal with a crying pregnant girl, he sighed. “Grab that lot and come with me.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“I consecrate these bones to the earth. Ancestors, hear me. I consecrate these bones to the earth. Ancestors, hear me.” Sophie chanted.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“This isn't working.” Said Sabine she was trying to locate Davina but was failing to do so.

“She's nowhere to be found,” said Elijah doubtfully.

“No. It's more like she's everywhere.” Sabine corrected. “She's hemorrhaging magic. That means we have less time than we thought. We have got to find her. I have no clue where she is.”

“Please concentrate. Try again.” Elijah insisted.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Davina's eyes fluttered open, and the moment she saw Marcel, she used her magic to throw him away from her.

“I'm not gonna hurt you.” Marcel protested, picking himself back up.

“I don't believe you!” Davina cried angrily with betrayal. “You want to kill me just like everyone else.”

“I'm the one who put a protection spell on you, Davina,” Marcel told her in defense. “That's why Tim's dead, and you're not. And before you throw me again, if I had known anything was gonna happen to your friend, I would have protected him, too.”

Davina looked at him in surprise. “You're the one who saved me?”

“Yeah, but now the witch who did the spell is in league with the rest of them, so I had to take you away.” Marcel told her.

“So you could use me as a weapon?” Davina asked, not ready to trust him again on just his word.

“I'm trying to keep you safe.” Marcel insisted. “Davina, look at me. I messed up. All this power that you have, it gave me an advantage. It helped me punish the witches, and it let me run the city, and I let that mean too much.” Marcel truly regretted that he made her doubt how much he cared about her. “All right, but that's over with now. One survivor to another, all I want to do is keep you alive, I swear.”

“I'm scared,” Davina confessed, tears in her eyes. “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“You're not alone,” Marcel told her, closing the distance between them. “We'll fix this.”

“You won't let them hurt me?” Davina asked him, eyes pleading, needing the only family she had known since this all began.

“No,” Marcel answered. “Nobody's gonna touch you.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“We still haven't gone through all that you've already provided, Klaus,” Kieran said, greeting Klaus as he Hayley walked into the church. “Still it should help a lot of people."

“Well, this newest bit isn't from me,” Klaus replied, glancing at Hayley as he handed off the box of can goods.

“Oh?” Kieran looked at Hayley. “That's very kind of you...?”

“Hayley.” Hayley supplied.

“And these people are?”

Klaus frowned. “These aren’t my wolves? Where are they?”

“Your wolves?” Hayley looked at Klaus in surprise.

He ignored her and focused entirely on father Kieran. “Where are my wolves?”

Kieran frowned, his forehead creasing. “Caroline didn’t tell you?”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Caroline and the possibility of her keeping something from him. ��Tell me what?”

“Caroline approached me, wanting to help in any way she could with the wolves, she’s been a big help. She got a food drive going. And when all this started, Davina’s magic, I mean, she had them relocated today.”

“What? Where?” Klaus demanded.

“Your house back in a place called Mystic or something. She told them to lay low not draw attention to themselves, and she would contact them for when they can come back. She said it would only be a few weeks. She wanted to fix up the apartment complex their staying in once we avert the current crisis.”

“She never said anything,” Klaus said. Why the hell didn’t Caroline tell him anything? Was she trying to keep it from him? He didn’t see why? What she was doing, looking after his pack it meant something to him.

“I’m sorry but could you stop ignoring me for five minutes and tell me about your wolves?” Hayley demanded voice rising with annoyance. “What does that even mean?”

“I asked Father Kieran to give them shelter. He suffers from an incessant desire to do good.” Klaus explained. “But now I need you to be useful,” he told Kieran. “Marcel and Davina have disappeared. I assume from the stupefied look on your face they haven't sought refuge in your attic.”

“No,” said Kieran. “Those days are gone.”

“Then energize your resources. I don't need to remind you how important it is they be found.” Klaus said, his tone taking a threatening age.

“Yes.” Kieran turned and left.

Hayley looked around. “These people, they're your werewolves, and the priest and Caroline are involved in all this. You're helping them?”

“They're my clan. They are not your pack” Klaus voice took on a possessive edge. “From very far back. They've fallen upon hard times, and their plight has brought out the philanthropist in me and apparently Caroline’s new project. What can I say? Must be Elijah's influence. Or Caroline.”

Hayley’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean your clan?”

“The blood that runs in their veins runs in mine,” Klaus told her. “And in our children’s.”

“This family gets more complicated by the second,” Hayley muttered with a frown. To think Klaus’s wolf family was still out there, still living on after a thousand years.

“Listen, Hayley, word of advice when dealing with Elijah. Don't do as I do. Just apologize.” Klaus told her, knowing when she spoke of his family, she was still bothered by whatever was going on with her and his brother. “He's accomplished in many things, but he is a master of forgiveness.”

Hayley looked away from him, her hand moving over her stomach as she pondered his words, and if she was willing to risk rejection by trying to reach out to Elijah again.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Ok. Oh, ok. She's somewhere near the river.” Said Sabine, looking at the map, she used to scry for Davina. “I can't be more specific.”

“It's something,” said Elijah. “It's a start.”

“It didn't work,” said Sophie, interrupting them. “I tried to consecrate her and absorb her magic, but there's nothing there.”

“I don't understand.” Elijah frowned. “A witch's magic is infused in her bones until consecrated.”

“Well, then someone's already taken it because there's nothing there,” Sophie said, trying to not let her frustration show.

“Has to be another way,” Elijah stated.

“There is no other way,” said Sabine.

“Unless you know of some superpowerful dead which whose bones were never consecrated, it's over,” Sophie told him.

Elijah was quiet for a moment as he was able to think of one witch. “There is someone else actually.” Elijah finally said. “Our mother.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“It's taken 1,000 years, but you've finally gone mad,” Rebekah said her disapproval evident. “Our own mother?”

“Yes, our beloved mother, who Niklaus has affectionately placed in a coffin in his basement, not daggered but quite dead,” said Elijah.

“Well, she did try to kill us all,” Klaus interjected. He glanced at his phone, Caroline was still out with Josh searching for Davina. He needed to talk to her.

“Well, I say we put her to use and put her to rest once and for all.” he shot Klaus a glare for his obvious distraction. “Could you stop worrying about Caroline long enough for us to discuss this.” he glowered at Klaus.

“I won't worry about Caroline when she’s here until then I will,” Klaus muttered, sending her another text and putting his phone away and glowered at his brother. “Continue?”

“Now if we bury our mother on land owned by one of her descendants, she becomes a New Orleans witch, and we as her family share in that ancestral magic.” Elijah laid out his plan.

“We're vampires, Elijah.” Rebekah reminded condescendingly. “We can't practice magic or own property for that matter.”

”Yes. With regard to practicing magic.” Elijah agreed.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“That's where I come in.” Said Sophie. “After they bury their mother, They can channel all her power to me. Only hitch is as conduits of Esther's magic, they need to participate in the harvest.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“And as for owning property. Not all of our mother's descendants are dead.” Elijah said.

“The babies,” Klaus said, following his brother’s line of thought.

“The babies,” Elijah confirmed. “The parish tax assessor's office is just steps outside of the quarter. Hayley now holds the title to the plantation. So if we bury our mother there and we consecrate those grounds, we can finish the harvest ritual.”

“You're a bit of a mad genius, Elijah.” Klaus lips ticked up into a smirk. “Count me in.”

“Am I the only one thinking?” Rebekah demanded. “Our mother was the most powerful witch in history. If we bury her, we hand that power to our enemies to use against us.”

“Given our circumstances, I hardly see that we have a choice, Rebekah,” Elijah responded.

“I don't know why I bother,” said Rebekah, annoyed. “You two will just do what you want anyway.”

“No,” replied Elijah. “Our decision must be unanimous.”

“This is not a democracy.” Klaus disagreed.

“You're quite right. This is family,” said Elijah as it started to rain. “Water. The next sign's begun. Rebekah?”

“Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow.” Said Rebekah after a moment of consideration. “Count me in.”

“Well, this is no family reunion without our mother.” Klaus grinned, gleefully pushing up from the couch. “I'll fetch her.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“So much for your grand schemes of using Davina for revenge,” Thierry said, speaking in a dry tone.

“Survival first, plots to overthrow my brother second. Where would Marcel hide something precious to him?” Rebekah questioned.

“You think I'm just gonna offer that up so you can leave me here to rot?” Thierry asked, glaring. “Water runs downhill. You think I have to have drowned before to know how much that will suck.”

“Fire kills vampires, Thierry. You think burning to ash will be pleasant?” Rebekah challenged. “Look. I am not forsaking you. I promise to live up to my end of the deal. I'll get you out of here when all of this is done. Just tell me where Marcel would go.”

“There's a place by the docks,” Thierry said after a moment of reluctance.

Rebekah nodded and walked back out of the Garden only to come face to face with Caroline and Josh.

“What are you doing here?” Rebekah asked, hoping they hadn't overheard her with Thierry.

“For the same reason you are, I’m sure. Thierry was Marcel’s right-hand man, he has to know where Marcel might have taken Davina.” Caroline answered.

Josh stepped forward anxiously. “Did he tell you anything? Where did Marcel take Davina?”

“C’mon,” Rebekah waved them along. “Let’s go tell Davina we might have found a way to save her life.”

“Don’t you mean Caroline found a way to save her life?” asked Josh and Rebekah glared in response.

“So where are we headed?” Caroline asked, wanting to stick to the point.

“The docks.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“If I can just wait it out a few more weeks…” Davina said through the pain, her entire body ached. “Help me, please.”

“ I will, and when it's over, I'll do what I should have done-- get you out of town,” Marcel assured her.

“I had a dream that Tim wasn't dead,” said Davina, her voice sad and full of longing. “He played a song that he wrote for me, and he kissed me, and we were just normal.”

“That sounds like a beautiful dream,” said Rebekah announcing her presence.

Marcel startled at the sight of her and Caroline.

“Josh?” Davina said in surprise. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Josh moved to her side. “I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

She smiled sadly, reaching for his hands.

Marcel moved to protect Davina, glaring at the two blondes. “What are you doing here?”

Rebekah ignored him. “But it was just a dream.”

“Get out!” Marcel ordered.

“This is killing her,” Rebekah told him, referring to the pain Davina was in and her weakened state. “Your stubbornness will mean her death.”

“I promised her I'd fight for her,” Marcel said forcefully. “I'm not breaking that promise.”

“No one is asking you not to fight. You're the only family that this girl has,” said Rebekah sincerely. “You owe it to her to fight for her to live and thanks to Caroline we might have a way to make sure she makes it through this.”

“What?” Davina's eyes shot to Caroline. “What is she talking about?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Where’s Caroline?” Klaus demanded when she came to the cemetery alone.

“With Davina and Marcel,” Rebekah answered. “They’ll be here.”

“Are you ready to do this?” Kieran asked the three Originals and Hayley gathered in the cemetery with Esther’s casket.

“Always and forever.” Klaus took out a dagger and sliced opened his hand then handed the dagger to Rebekah. Rebekah took the knife cutting her hand, then Elijah did the same, Hayley took the knife, and after a moment of hesitation followed their actions.

Kieran took the dagger from her and threw it into Esther’s grave. “It's done.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“How can you be so sure it’s going to work?” Marcel demanded.

“I’m not,” Caroline answered.

“Your not.” he glared. “You want Davina to go through with this, and you’re not sure your elixir will even work.”

“I don’t want her to go through with this. I wish this weren’t happening. I wish all Davina had to worry about was school, what she was going to wear, hell if the cute boy she’s been dreaming about was going to ask her. I wish her life were easier but more than that I want her to live, and I believe if she takes the elixir, she has a chance.”

Caroline moved to Davina’s side and took her hand in hers. “I know we don’t really know each other well yet, but I am a good person, and I wouldn’t give you false hope if I didn’t believe there was a chance this will work.”

Davina's hand’s tightened around hers. “You believe there’s a real chance? That I’ll come back?”

Caroline nodded. “I do, and this is a whole lot better than going on blind faith in Sophie.”

“No,” Marcel grabbed Caroline by the arm and yanked her away. “You’re not doing this.”

Caroline grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm, and pushed him away from her. “Don’t touch me like that again.”

Marcel looked at her, surprised by the quick reaction.

“Marcel, it's ok.” Davina cut in bringing their attention back to her, she looked up at him with trusting eyes.

“No.” Marcel took her into his arms, holding her the way a father would his sick child. “I failed you.”

“I'll die whether I do this or not,” said Davina with acceptance. “I mean, now the only option is-- is whether I take everyone with me. If you look at it that way, it's kind of selfish not to do it, and if this works, I will come back.”

“There has to be another way.” Marcel insisted. “I can’t take the risk you won’t come back. This is not how it ends.”

“And if it is... If this is all I have, I've had a lot,” said Davina, voice laden with emotion. “I had Monique, and I had Tim and Josh,” Josh smiled sadly. “And I had someone who fought for me from the moment you met me.”

Marcel’s eyes filled with emotion. “Ah, Davina.”

“Most people don't get that even if they live to be a hundred,” Davina said with tears in her voice, smiling bravely. “Marcel, I'm ready.”

Caroline felt like she had been intruding, Marcel’s bond with Davina reminding her of a father's relationship with his child.

Caroline reached into her pocket and produced the elixir, she had got it from Elijah before tracking Rebekah down. “I really hope this works, Davina.”

Davina's hand closed around the vial. “Me too, if it doesn’t I just want to say thank you for trying.” she looked at Josh. “Look after him for me will you, don’t let Klaus kill him. He deserves to live.”

“So do you,” Josh replied.

“I will,” Caroline promised.

Davina nodded and uncapped the vial, she shared a long look with Marcel and then pressed the vial to her lips, and tipped it back the liquid slid down her throat and she swallowed the foul-tasting mixture and froze, eyes widening.

“Davina, what’s wrong?” Marcel asked alarmed.

��I can feel it,” she answered bewildered.

“Feel what?” Josh pressed forward. “What do you feel?”

Davina broke out in a smile. “The magic in the elixir, I can feel it working through me.” she gave a small laugh. “This is going to work.”

Caroline smiled widely. This was good.

She looked to Marcel, and while he looked hopeful, he didn’t seem ready to believe instead Marcel pulled Davina into his arms and held her to his chest, pressing a kiss into her hair, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he heard her laugh.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Flames erupted on the ground as Caroline walked quickly through the cemetery, the rain pouring down in a heavy torrent, Josh beside her, the fire licked at Marcel’s feet as he carried Davina across the graveyard.

Caroline walked straight to Klaus and locked her hand with his. “It’s going to work.” She told him. “It will.”

Klaus squeezed her hand, hoping her belief would not be disappointed. Hoping she was right for her sake and Marcel’s.

“Fire,” Sophie said as Marcel joined the group that was gathered.

He set Davina down near the other girls who were laid out on the altar.

Sophie placed the blade into the flames and walked toward Davina.

“Do you believe in the harvest?” Sophie asked Davina.

“I believe.” Davina stood straighter, ready for this to be over. Ready to have her life back without the threat of the witches looming over her head.

Caroline flinched as Sophie pressed the blade against Davina’s skin and slit her throat.

Josh reached for Caroline’s free hand with his, looking away as blood streamed down Davina white dress. Marcel was there to catch her as she fell back, laying her down gently.

Blood streamed down Davina's white dress. Marcel laid her down gently next to the other three harvest girls.

The rain came to a slow stop as the Harvest magic left her body.

“After the harvest comes the reaping.” Sophie recited. “Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our elders to resurrect the chosen ones.” However, nothing happens and Sophie looked uncertain. “We call upon our elders to resurrect the chosen ones…” Still nothing happens, Sophie’s tone becoming weak, as she faltered. “Resurrect your chosen ones…” her voice cracked. “Please? I beg…” frustrated tears filled her eyes. “No!” she started sobbing earnestly.

Marcel looked toward Caroline worriedly. “How long does it take to work?”

“I..I don’t know,” Caroline admitted, she looked to Elijah questioningly. “Do you?”

“It should be any moment now?” Elijah said. “If it’s still viable.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sophie demanded, face stricken with grief.

“I gave Davina something to bring her back,” Caroline answered.

“You what?” Sophie looked at her in anger. “The spell is what is meant to bring her back along with my niece. You could have screwed up everything!”

Caroline stepped toward her. “I don’t care about your plans. And I don’t trust you to make sure Davina is okay after this. Your desperate and you have nothing to lose, and that makes you dangerous. I did what I thought was right for Davina.”

“Yeah.” Sophie took a step toward her. “And how well did that work out for you. Davina is dead, and she may not be coming back.” Sophie scowled. “You deserve everything that happened to you.” Sophie stared at Caroline, and for once, she was glad she took something from Caroline.

Caroline eyes blacked, anger surging through her when suddenly there was large desperate gasp for breath.

Everyone snapped around, staring as Davina jolted upright hands scrambling at her neck, feeling for the slash across her throat, eyes wide and fearful, panicked.

“Davina!” Marcel crouched next to her, hands on her shoulder. “It’s okay, breathe, just breathe.”

Caroline moved to her other side and rubbed her hand up and down her back. “Welcome back,” she smiled.

Josh crouched beside her next to Caroline. “Oh, my God, you’re alive.”

“I’m alive.” Davina breathed, looking from each of them, daring to hope. “It actually worked. I’m alive.”

“It worked.” Caroline's lips pulled into a smile. “You’re alive.”

Davina's hand dropped from her neck, and she lunged forward wrapping her arms around Caroline. “Thank you.” She tucked her face in Caroline’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Caroline hugged her back, rubbing her hand up and down her spine. “You don’t have to thank me.”

She looked at Marcel and Josh who were looking at her gratefully, she smiled then looked past them to Klaus who to her surprised looked relieved with the outcome of tonight's events.

Sophie stared in shock, her heart sinking down into her stomach.

All of it was for nothing. Everything she did was in vain.

What was she supposed to do now?

How was she going to fix any of this?

She felt eyes on her, and she looked up to see Hayley watching her with a mild look of worry, and she glared.

If she wasn’t going to get her niece back then she sure as hell wasn’t going to help Hayley.

The girl was on her own, and if Hayley were smart, she would leave town while she still could because the truth of her pregnancy was bound to come out sooner or later and it would be in her best interest if she were no longer in New Orleans when that happened.

“Sophie, I’m sorry,” Hayley said, and Sophie’s anger cracked.

She shook her head and let out a cry of pain. “I’m sorry.” she sunk to her knees, a sob tearing through her. She failed to bring back her niece, to do the one thing her sister had died for. “I’m so sorry.”

Sophie’s shoulders shook as she sobbed earnestly in grief.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Are you ready to forgive me yet?” Hayley followed Elijah down the street.

Elijah turned to her. “It's not that easy, Hayley.”

“Elijah, I was wrong to go through your journals, I was wrong to tell Sophie about Celeste, but after everything that happened today, I don't know why we can't see past this,” said Hayley, trying and failing to understand why he was so upset.

“And you of all people should know why. During my fever in the bayou, you were inside my mind. You know what Celeste means to me.” Elijah insisted, the betrayal he felt bleeding through.

“Don't you mean meant to you?” Hayley corrected.

“No. Do you have any idea how rare love is?” Elijah asked. “In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it.”

“I know what a promise means to you, Elijah, but you made it 200 years ago. I live in the now. If I feel something, I act. If I want something, I take it.” Hayley refused to apologize for fighting for what she wanted, what she deserved. “I won't choose the dead over the living, so why are you?” she shook her head. “I'm sorry, Elijah.” she walked away from him, leaving Elijah to stare after her.

Hayley didn’t regret the decisions she had made and if Elijah couldn't forgive her then so be it. She has done far worse than helping Sophie get her hands on Celeste's bones.

Her hand went to her stomach as she walked down the street.

No, she had done far worse, and it was leading her down a path that she wanted off of but found it impossible and she doubted she could go to Sophie for her help.

Sophie was half the reason she was in this mess, to begin with.

If she couldn't have her family back, maybe her best bet was to skip town. Preferably before the babies were born, and the truth of their true conception was brought to light.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know? Yes, we saved the city, and I'm not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would.” Klaus said, speaking to Rebekah. “You surprised me, though. You were quite resourceful today. How did you find them down at the docks?”

“You're not the only one with clever little spies in the quarter, Nik,” Rebekah replied with a dry smirk.

“Sometimes I think I don't give you your due, little sister,” Klaus confessed.

“I knew Elijah's plan was mad, but I really thought it would work. At least Caroline found a way to save Davina at least,” said Rebekah sadly.

“So did I,” said Klaus. “I knew Davina would survive. There’s so much life in her.”

“What about the power?” Rebekah questioned. “Four were supposed to rise, and only one did. Where did all that power go? It didn’t go back in Davina. She would have said something, wouldn’t she?”

“I don’t know,” Klaus answered, and he really didn’t.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Sabine conducted a spell with a small doll.

Three people in various locations rise from the dead and walk until they meet one another.

“Why are we here?” A red-haired witch in her twenties asked.

“Someone brought us forth. Who?” Questioned a dark-skinned man.

“I did.” Sabine appeared.

“Sabine!” Bastiana exclaimed. “What's the meaning of this?”

“Bastiana, I've had to endure people calling me "Sabine" for almost a year now. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me by my real name,” a smirk spread across her lips. “Celeste.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this chapter!

Tags: @zinebaklaro @eloiselili @caritobear @paulinhaals @lord-luminous @bellarkehotchniss

#klaroline fic #klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #fic: good to you

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Movies and Witches

You’re trying to hide the fact that you’re 300 years-old living in a much younger mortal’s body from your absolutely innocent, 17 year-old crush, but it turns out that’s much harder than you expected in front of someone like him.

genre: fantasy, humour, fluff pairing: daehwi x reader word count: 3.1k

(long overdue) for @mochamark again bc wooseong 2.0 can choke, daelia’s way better.

a/n: lol i kinda got inspired by sabrina the teenage witch for this,,, salem is kinda like my spirit animal

just some old style fluff, a spice of humour, and the slightest amount of witchcraft.

also, please excuse any double spaces in this fic!! my spacebar is acting up a little bit so it’ll either type one space regularly, two spaces instead of one (like so), or none at all. i’ll try my best to edit every one of them out, but this is just a heads up!

anyways my inbox is open y’all i love writing interesting prompts ohoho. also, here’s my masterlist ((((:::::::

listen! “if you do this everyday, i’ll be alive.”

“Stop poking me with a stick.”

“Well, stop having your tail stick up every five fucking seconds.”

I turned around to look at my sister, in her human forme, then at the time. 4:32 a.m. “You decided that this was a great time to wake up and be annoyed by my tail that I can’t control?” I hissed at her. “Remember, sis, I wasn’t born with this tail. I just gave it to myself. You think humans have another reflex that can control a tail like a joystick? No, sweetie, not at all.”

“I mean, you could maybe sleep as a human? Not as a cat?” She argued. “The bed you’re sleeping on is a queen size. You barely take up a tenth of the space of your bed.”

“Uh, do you know the last time I slept as a human?” I protested back. “I couldn’t fall asleep until 5, and I started hovering like a balloon once I did. You had to google spells to help me get down, but then you remembered that everyone else in the world aren’t witches.”

Casually, I chanted to myself to allow myself to transform back into a human. My body was curled up into a ball from the position I was sleeping in as a feline. It sure felt comfortable as a cat, but my body started aching once I was human again.

The year was 2017, a year millenniums since my birth, as well as my sister’s. We continued to be born into mortals anytime our past holder “died”. The family we were born into had us named Somi and (y/n), which, like always, caught onto us quickly. Of course, we weren’t being resurrected or anything, but we just float around, looking for families that were planning to have children. Without mortals carrying us, we’re basically just piles of magic in thin air.

In other words, I’m (y/n), my sister is Somi, and we’re witches.

“So, now what? You’re gonna stay awake for the next five hours? What is there to do?” Somi asked.

“Uh, recite the spells that our mother gave us? Duh?”

Yeah, our biological mother, the one who gave birth to our piles of magic, is also with us on Earth. We still keep in contact with her via the technology of this generation. I mean, how else would we communicate? We live on opposites sides of the country.

“No, you shouldn’t, dumbass. Our junior year starts tomorrow.” She grumbled. “If you pull any sort of witchcraft on me, whether it be manipulating my limbs and slapping Chenle in the face or giving me bunny ears in ecology class, I will get you back for it. And I know how much you dread my revenge.”

“Aw, sis, I know you love me.” I laughed quietly. “I won’t try to pull anything, I promise. Besides, there’s someone I saw at orientation that seemed to be in our grade too, and he was adorable. He’ll have my attention for a majority of the school year. Finally, I’m might get a boyfriend this time.”

“Ha, you’re late.”

“Says the one who was born an hour after me. This time round and the past three times.”

“Chenle wouldn’t treat me like this.”

“There he is, there he is,” I nudged Somi, pointing at the dirty-blond-haired boy sitting quietly at the other end of the room. “Look at how he puffs his cheeks up. Man, I don’t even know his name, but I’m ready to fall in love.”

“Yeah, you don’t even know his name. That’s a problem, (y/n), don’t be so obsessive.” Somi nudged back.

“Obsessive?” I scoffed. “And how did you get Chenle to like you back again?”

“What?” Asked a deeper voice. We turned around to see Chenle standing beside Somi, who nearly had a heart attack from the boy appearing behind her so suddenly. “Did you say something about me?”

“No, no,” she laughed awkwardly. “Sit down, Chenle, we have some gossiping about (y/n)’s love life to do.”

“Really?” He widened his eyes, pulling up a chair beside his girlfriend. “Who is he? What does he look like? Which class-”

“Over there,” I mumbled, pointing at the boy yet again to another clueless acquaintance of mine. “The one looking out the window and playing with his fingers. Kinda looks like a seal.”

“Oh, Daehwi?” He chuckled, much louder than I had wanted.

“Quiet,” I stared at him, trying to cast a minimal volume spell on him. He shut his mouth. “I know you’re a loud fellow, but we’re trying to be discreet here. And, by the way, is that his name?”

“Yeah,” Chenle said, as quiet as possible. Somi glared at me for making her boyfriend a mute animal, then turned back at him - probably to revert him back to normal.

“Anyways, how do you know this Daehwi boy?” Somi questioned innocently. “Did you talk to him at orientation or something? I’ve never seen him around before.”

“Yeah, we met at orientation!” He exclaimed. “I haven’t seen anyone like him before, either. He said he was a former celebrity, though. Probably made a big hit over night. And you know me,” he laughed, “I know every celebrity in the world.”

Chenle was a half-witch, which meant he had some capability to do magic, and he had some capability of knowing every single celebrity in the world. Perks of being born in this generation, I guess.

“He seems lonely,” I stated absentmindedly as the couple spoke to each other about him.

Chenle looked over at me. “Do you want me to speak to him? He can join our group.”

“You’re kidding.”

“When have I ever kid you, (y/n)?”

“Uh, when you told us you were a 613 year-old witch. That was literally a laugh in the face for us, you 17 year-old.”

“Whatever. Invalid example.” He said, leaving his seat to speak to Daehwi. I watched with a slow blush making its way to my face.

“Dude, you’re blushing.” Somi laughed. “Are you gonna tell me that this is love at first sight?”

“Of course not!” I cried, burying my face in my hands. “Mom has told us repeatedly for the past 200 years that it’s impossible.”

“Yeah, not only that, but cases of…” She paused, shook her head, then continued, “love at first sight always end up horribly. You seem to like him a lot right now. You don’t want to fall so fast.”

“So,” Chenle returned with Daehwi at his side, “this is Somi, my girlfriend, and this is (y/n). This is Daehwi, you guys.”

“We’ve heard a lot about you from, uh, Chenle,” I smiled awkwardly. “You seem like a nice boy.”

Daehwi turned to me, returning with a much more natural smile. “Thanks! You seem like someone nice yourself. Mind if I sit down?”

I nodded, not wanting to reply any more. For some reason, I was extremely nervous around him - it could have been because we were in the 21st century, as I really haven’t experienced that much nervousness in any of my past lifetimes.

“Chenle told us that you’re a former celebrity,” I started, my voice slightly cracking. “What were you famous for?”

“Well, I was in a lot of commercials for baby products and stuff,” Daehwi explained. “The company never revealed my name though, which is probably why you don’t know me.”

I smiled widely at him, nodding furiously. I felt Somi put her hand on my head, petting me quickly. I pushed her hand away, which only led her to pet my head even more.

“Stop pushing my hand away,” she told me, via telepathy.

“Stop petting me then,” I responded.

Angrily, she pulled me out of my seat and out into the hallway. “Oh my goodness, you don’t even know how stupid you look right now.” She grumbled, chanting for a mirror.

“What?” I took the mirror out of her hands, and took a look at myself. My hair was sticking up in different directions, making me look like a character out of an anime - not even Goku looked as bad as I did. “What?!”

“I don’t know why you’re trying to imitate, man, I don’t know, Xiyeon in the Wee Woo music video, but you can’t pull it off.” Somi shook her head as I tried to tame my crazy hair from levitating even more. “You need a hair tie?”

“What do you think?” I cried, pulling my hair up to rest on my head. “Why is this happening, why is this happening?!”

“I don’t know, dude,” my sister ran a hand through her (perfectly still) hair and pulled out her phone. “I’m calling Mom.”

“Please do.”

As the phone started to call, Chenle from inside the class leaned back to check on us. “Hey, guys, are you up for a movie tomorrow? I heard Sleep Talking was good, right, Daehwi?”

“Yeah,” Daehwi nodded, much cuter than I expected a nod to be, causing me to start levitating myself.

“Uh, sure, we’re in for a movie tomorrow!” Somi gasped, trying to hold me down with her own weight. “Sorry, (y/n)’s not feeling well right now, we’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

Daehwi tilted his head in confusion. “Class hasn’t even started yet, why are you leaving already?”

“Sick,” I managed to mumble out. “Very sick.”

“Mom, you’ve got to help,” Somi and I yelped once our mother’s face appeared on the screen. Our mother in this lifetime was a 24 year-old model, meaning she was either in the change room, on the runway, or doing a photo shoot for 99% of her day. Thankfully, she was in her apartment when we had called her, since no one could hear about our witchcraft.

“What did you two do this time?” She asked after taking a sip of her coffee. “I recall that the last time you went all, ‘Mom, you’ve got to help,’ was back when Somi clear-cut a whole forest and asked how to make trees grow back to adult size in an instant. Gosh, you killed a whole ecosystem. That was really scary.”

“Uh, I think (y/n)’s in love.” Somi rubbed at her nape, turning to me with wide eyes. “She started levitating when her crush started talking.”

I laughed awkwardly as my mother started groaning and massaging her temples. “Look, he was cute and all, Mom-”

“(y/n), this has never happened in the past. All your past significant others never made your broomstick wiggle a little bit.” She shook her head, sipping from her coffee once more. “If I don’t recall, whenever you fell in love, you never bothered to use witchcraft ever again for the rest of that lifetime because the norms couldn’t find out about your true form.”

“No, Mom, I didn’t want to start floating myself,” I explained. “I just started levitating out of nowhere when he started talking.”

“Also, we’re going to have a date with him and Chenle tomorrow,” Somi added, grinning at me. I smacked her in response.

“Date? You haven’t even been in school for a day yet,” Mom laughed. As a model, our mother was definitely much more beautiful than her past lives. Her laugh itself made normal people feel self-conscious. “Somi, you’ll have to try to use the gravity spell I’ve taught you in 1944. You know, the just-to-keep-the-enemy-planes-down-spell?”

“Uh, okay.”

“And for (y/n),” Mom continued, directing her advice to me. “Wear the most neutral clothes that you can find in that bland closet of yours. You don’t want that dude of yours compliment your outfit on a date, or else some other shit’s gonna go down.”

“You mean,” I stood up for her to see my outfit; a grey sweatshirt with jeans, “something like this?”

“Even more bland, sweetie.”

Somi snickered, causing me to shoot a glare at her. “We’ll have fun on our date tomorrow, Mom. We promise to come back with no harm done on the either of us or on any of our dates.” Somi smiled, waving happily to the screen.

“You better. This is the best lifetime I’ve had in 400 years.” Mom flipped her hair back, looking both elegant and effortlessly beautiful. “I’m not giving it up just because one of you got into an accident with your malfunctioning frog legs or whatever.”

My sister and I looked at each other oddly as our mother hung up the video call. “Frog legs?” I questioned.

“Yup,” she shrugged in return, “frog legs.”

“Aw, yeah!” Screamed Chenle once we entered the theatre. “It’s starting already and there’s barely anyone here! We own this place now!”

“You might want to quiet down there, Christopher Columbus,” Somi joked. She pointed to the couple up in the front laughing quietly to themselves, the man leaning in to give an incredibly long kiss on the cheek to the woman. “We aren’t the only ones watching this movie.”

Daehwi, without disturbance, had already been standing at the top of the small staircase near the middle aisle. “After you, Madame,” he offered to me once I was in front of him.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” I bowed slightly, shuffling down the aisle and taking a seat in the middle.

Whenever I decided to go out with Somi and Chenle, they always bickered to the point even homeless people had to shut them up. This date was no different now that Daehwi was with us, and this time, they started arguing about their opinions on the Hocus Pocus remake.

Trying to ignore the two loud, arguing lovebirds, Daehwi turned over to me. “Uh, (y/n),” he beamed. “Are you feeling better from yesterday? You told me you were sick and…”

“Yeah, I’m feeling better now,” I told him. However, I wasn’t really feeling better at all, since I was wearing something incredibly unfashionable due to my mother wanting me to wear something bland: a grey sweater vest over a white t-shirt.

“That’s good!” He smiled. “I forgot to tell you when we came in, but you make that outfit you’re wearing really… stylish?”

There goes the purpose of looking unfashionable.

“Thanks,” I slumped lower into the seat, flustered.

Obviously, I was making it incredibly obvious that I was embarrassed. “Make sure not to turn into a blushing tomato so soon. There are more compliments where that came from.”

And of course, once he had told me to stray away from blushing, I had felt my face go hot - much hotter than I had expected it to be.

Somi leaned back into her seat and called out to me. “Hey, (y/n)! This movie’s gonna be fire, right?” She put a finger to her face, smiling an insincere wide smile.

I put a finger to my own face, burning myself in the process. My face was literally on fire. “Water, water…”

“Do you need water?” Daehwi asked, handing me a water bottle. I turned over to him, my face’s fire suddenly going out.

“Th-thanks,” I laughed awkwardly, taking the bottle from his hands. ”It’s funny how you got the bottle, though. You didn’t bring anything into the theatre.”

“Oh,I just remembered I had a bottle of water in my pocket and all,” he told me. “Ah, the movie’s starting.” He pointed at the screen, directing my attention away from him.

Sleep Talking was interesting as a movie from the start. It was a love story about a boy who couldn’t fall asleep easy without reciting a full confession to his crush in his sleep.

“How does he have it all thought out, though?” Daehwi asked me, as I shrugged in a response. “I, personally,” he continued, “would just confess on the spot. No script, just improv."

"Really?” I started to imagine him confessing to me, his cute stuttering, his red-flushed cheeks after I respond enthusiastically with a “yes”.

“Yep."

"Well, I’d think out my confession,” I told him, turning to the screen. The boy was going to fall asleep, in where his crush would appear yet again, and he would give them a bouquet of flowers and tell them every single word from his heart that he loves them.

“I guess we have that one difference.” Daehwi chuckled to himself, making me question why he would do so.

Somi and Chenle groaned as soon as the boy started confessing for the sixth time in that movie. I laughed at their disappointment, but stopped when I realized I was saying something.

“Listen, Alex,” the boy said in the film.

“Listen, Daehwi,” I said unwillingly. Daehwi looked over with a pair of widened eyes, and I returned with the same look.

“We haven’t known each other for long, but I just really wanted to tell you this,” he continued, with me stating the same line at the same time.

Stupid glitchy witchcraft making me do weird things.

“I like you,” the boy told Alex, as Alex took the bouquet of flowers and hugged the boy tightly.

“I like you,” I told Daehwi, immediately covering my mouth afterwards.

Somi and Chenle, who were booing loudly at the scene, stopped their mischief to turn to look at me. “Huh?"

"It wasn’t me, it was my magical…” I tried explaining, then looking at Daehwi. “Magical… deer!"

”(y/n),“ he laughed, placing both his hands on my cheeks. "I know you’re a witch, it’s kind of obvious!"

Somi and Chenle decided to yell their "huh” much louder, and this time, I had joined them as well.

“Uh, I’m a witch too,” Daehwi continued, ignoring the boy confess for a seventh time. “Which explains where I got the water bottle from."

"Oh,” I chuckled nervously, cursing at myself for not knowing how obvious that was.

“And, like, I know how witches don’t fall and stay in love forever since we have to move on from lifetime to lifetime…"

"Not me,” Chenle raised a hand, “I’m half-human, bitches, I am mortal."

"That’s not a good thing, really,” Somi shook her head, “now let him finish.”

“…but I’d gladly spend all my lifetimes with you, (y/n),” Daehwi pushed my cheeks upwards, forming a wide smile on my face. “It’s great that we’re both witches now, aren’t we?"

I removed his hands from my face. "Did you improv that?"

"Didn’t I say I would if I confessed?"

I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it out of bewilderment. It wasn’t how I imagined it to be—but it was still heart fluttering.

"Wait,” Somi pulled the three of us in for a group talk, “don’t you think those two up front heard us?” She gestured at the couple up front, who had already started to make out.

“No, I think they’re too into themselves to even hear that damn boy confess ten thousand times.” Chenle shook his head.

The four of us laughed wholeheartedly, leaning back into out chairs.

Daehwi had one hand taking mine, the other forming a bouquet of flowers similar to the one the boy gave to his crush. “Listen, (y/n),” he joked, giving the flowers to me.

No frog legs on this one this time, I guess.

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