Davina, Vincent and Allison drove to the Lafayette cemetery after Vincent sent letters out to all the New Orleans witches related to the French Quarter coven. Davina was only seventeen. She wasn't sure they were going to listen to her. But this was her legacy. And she was going to make them. One way or another.
Davina and Vincent stood in front of the crowd of witches. There were so many of them. Allison stood to the side. The witches were chattering. Asking to themselves and others around them why they were here, what was going on, why Davina was back in town.
"Quiet!" Davina yelled and the chattering quieted down, everyone looked at her. "Some of you may know me. I am Davina Claire, daughter of Areala Claire." She paused, preparing herself for the next words. "And I am here to be the next Regent of the French Quarter coven."
The witches turned to themselves, chattering. She could hear voices saying she's too young. Or where's Astrid?
"People, people! Listen!" Vincent was shouting but no one was listening.
Davina tried shouting to get their attention. More whispers. Comments about her being too young, saying it wasn't supposed to be her, commenting on her incompetence.
"Hey!" Davina shouted, louder this time to grab their attention. "I may be young. And I may not be the one you thought would be standing up here. But I am still a Claire. I am still a leader. So whether you accept me or not, I will lead this coven."
The witches stood there for a moment, quietly whispering to themselves and each other as they thought it over. Davina felt proud of herself. And she knew that Astrid would be proud of her too.
One of the elder witches stepped forward, saying they'd be happy to have Davina as Regent. She smiled. "The ceremony will happen tonight," She completed. Davina nodded.
Davina walked past the witches with Allison following closely behind her. They began walking back to Davina's car.
"Wait. Wait. What happens now?" Allison asked Davina.
"We make it official tonight," she answered.
"And then?" She asked, raising a brow.
She arrived at the car and Davina opened her door. "And then I'll have the power to bring Astrid to life."
Davina and Allison got in the car. They drove around for a while until they found a hotel to stay at for the night. They paid for a two bed hotel room. Davina grabbed the keys and walked up the stairs to the room. Davina put her bag down on the bed.
"I'm gonna go for a shower then we'll get some dinner and go to the ceremony. Cool?" Allison nodded. Davina grabbed a spare change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and hopped in.
After twenty minutes, she got out, put on the change of clothes and left the bathroom. She put on a pair of flats then the two girls left the hotel room. The sun was beginning to set. They walked around the town. Allison suggested it. She always wanted to visit Astrid's hometown after she talked about how much she loved it here.
They stopped by a shop and grabbed some pizza. They walked through a street where lots of people were singing and dancing and music was being blasted. Once more, Allison glanced in amazement at the pretty lights and the loud music and all the tourists dancing, smiling and laughing. It all made Davina think of Astrid. She would have loved to come back home.
Davina's phone vibrated in her back pocket. She grabbed it out.
Vincent: Hey, D. We're ready.
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first love never lasts | teen wolf
Mystery / Thriller* CURRENTLY IN RE-WRITE * After Astrid Claire's mother died, her and her twin sister, Davina, were forced to leave their home town of New Orleans and moved to Beacon Hills to live with their cousin, Derek. - Astrid and Davina are born witches, but...
