The Prince of Mystic Falls

57. The Reaping

No spanking in this chapter.

Davina got the note written in a cursive script the next day. The hotel concierge handed it to her on her way back from the beach. They had landed in a tropical paradise. Davina let the magic roll off her by playing with reversing the tide and changing the weather. It was getting stronger, she knew that.

Marcel and Rebekah pretended like they were all on a holiday. They even let Davina drink a pina colada at dinner. She really didn't like the alcohol taste, but felt grown up all the same.

The note read, "Meet me tonight by the mermaid statue. If you don't care about your own life, perhaps you care about your friends?" There was no signature. She knew she should show it to Marcel and Rebekah, but they would just flee again. This was the third location they had been in in two weeks. It was getting old.

Davina climbed down from her balcony using bed sheets and a little magic. After all, she didn't want to break her neck. She had cast a sleeping spell on Marcel and Rebekah to last another 12 hours or so.

At the mermaid, she saw the old man step out.

"It's you. The father, Mikael," Davina said without surprise. She had sensed him in the quarry the night they induced Henrik into the coven.

"My dear, I'm so sorry, but you know you must come with me," Mikael explained.

"I know. They must complete the Reaping or my magic will tear this world apart. I can feel it swirling and rippling. It's too strong," Davina admitted.

"It was never yours to begin with, girl," Bastiana scoffed.

"Bastiana, the liar. You said they were just going to cut our hands a bit. Then, when they cut the first three girls throats, I thought I was next. What would you have done? Die, or go with the ones who saved you? I thought the vampires ripped your head off at the Harvest," Davina smirked.

"No, they tried, Davina, but us old French Quarter witches are a bit tougher than that. Oh my, I'm glad your mother is dead and not here to see you whoring around with vampires and werewolves," Bastiana hissed.

"What are you doing then? You're with Mikael the Destroyer, the Vampire who hunts Vampires. Get into bed with the devil a lot, hmm? I bet it's been a long time since a man wanted to do that, get in bed with you, I mean," Davina laughed.

"Ladies, ladies, now let's play nice. We're all on the same side here," Mikael said cordially.

"Oh, I am looking forward to cutting your throat, young one," Bastiana sneered.

"How long will I be dead?" Davina asked plainly.

"It would have only been a year or less had you taken your medicine the first time. Now, who can speak to the will of the ancestors? They may not be happy with you, Davina Claire," Bastiana said chanting and coming closer.

"No, let me say goodbye to Rebekah and Marcel, they will worry," Davina begged Mikael.