Good to You

Chapter Twenty

"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's 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."