~E v e r l a s t i n g~ {book two}

~fifty-five~

Davina's sound asleep in bed, having peaceful dreams about tropical waters, when Elijah opens the door loudly.

"Davina, I need to ask something of you."

Kol, who was sleeping next to her, rolls his eyes at his brother. "Elijah, you're such a bother. Must you interrupt our sleep?"

"It is urgent," he simply replies.

"Fine, then," Davina sighs and sits up, shooting him with an expectant look. "What is it you need?"

"Hayley's being quite insistent on visiting the ancestors in their domain," Elijah informs her. "And although my Niklaus will be accompanying her, I really don't think they'll get much accomplished. Would you mind-"

"You want me to go with them into the ancestral plane? And what, exactly, is the point of this little venture into the dark unknown?"

"Vincent repaired the link to the ancestors for a reason—we need allies. The witches of our city will be of great help."

Davina contemplates this for a moment before relenting. "I'll go. It's not like Klaus has manners anyway, so the chances of him getting favors from witches are slim."

"Good, good. I'll inform them of your joining," he murmurs before leaving the room.

She then turns to Kol with a sly smile. "Hi."

"Hi," he responds with an identical grin. The two of them have a brief but passionate morning make-out session.

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Davina, Klaus, and Hayley all walk into St. Ann's Church later in the day.

"It's quiet," Hayley remarks.

"Of course it's quiet, it's a trap," Klaus states, making both girls roll their eyes.

"Klaus, will you ever stop being such an incessant, paranoid freak? We don't know if this is a trap or not," Davina tells him.

"Well, this incessant, paranoid freak, as you call me, has good reason. New Orleans have hated our family for three centuries. It is a trap."

"The coven protects their own," Hayley reminds him. "Hope's one of them now. She's part of their legacy."

"Hope's a far cry from a French Quarter fortune-teller. And while we're on the subject, she's seven. If anyone wants to talk to her, they should ask my permission."

"Ooh, she's going to have so much fun dating," Davina chuckles, but Klaus maintains a straight face.

"I'm gonna be a perfect gentleman. And should any of her suitors fail to meet my expectations, I'll compel them to the priesthood." Four girls suddenly come out of the back of the church. "Oh, look, Harvest Girls. I assume you speak on behalf of your ancestors."

"Provided that you've come in peace," one of the girls—Amy—states.

"We're not aliens," Davina snorts. "It depends on you if you want peace."

"We don't want to fight. We're here to offer a deal," she informs them.

"Although your brother did murder all four of us, so let's not pretend we're friends," another—Jessica—remarks snarkily.

"Noted," Davina responds with a fake smile. "We didn't want to be friends, anyways. Where are the ancestors?"

"We need his blood," Amy sighs.

"That's funny," Klaus smirks. "I didn't hear you say please."

"If you want answers, we have to guide you to the ancestors," Jessica shrugs. "Davina Claire is a witch, she can easily make it through. The two of you, however..."