Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

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Damon strolled down the quiet streets of New Orleans, his whistling echoing through the cloudy day as he absentmindedly sharpened his nails with a random piece of wood he found on the ground. "Where are you, Kallidika?" He said in a sing-song voice. "Just a heads up: If I find you, which I will, I will kill you for kidnapping my friends." Frustration crept in as he tossed the wood aside, still on the hunt for Bonnie and Caroline.

Suddenly, voices in the distance caught his attention. He followed the sound, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Landon and Davina. Without a second thought, he Vamp sped towards them, pinning Landon against the wall, veins pulsing down his eyelids and red irises blazing.

Davina's eyes widened. "Damon, what are you doing?"

Damon ignored her and looked Landon in the eye. "Where the hell are my friends, pretty boy?" he growled.

"Leave him alone, Damon. He's on our side," Davina stated.

Damon's gaze locked onto Landon's eyes, his grip tightening around his neck. "I didn't ask you, Davina. I know you'd lie to keep his ass out of trouble," he retorted. He leaned in closer. "What did your damn sister do to my friends? If I don't get an answer, I might have to get creative and kill you. Maybe your sister would fess up then."

Landon, trembling with fear, mustered a hard swallow. "I-I don't know, I swear. I was just about to tell Davina where we live," he stammered.

Still keeping him pinned against the wall, Damon turned to Davina with a questioning look. "Is he lying?" he asked.

Davina, visibly annoyed, uncrossed her arms and spoke firmly. "No, he isn't. Let him go," she demanded.

Damon studied Landon intently, his gaze scanning him from head to toe before finally releasing his grip. Landon gasped in relief, taking in much-needed breaths. "I let you go," Damon said, his tone still stern. "Now talk."

***

Freya's excitement was as clear as day as she paced back and forth in the room, phone pressed to her ear. "Oh, it was Bonnie, alright!" she exclaimed.

Rebekah's desperation for answers was evident as she asked, "Do you know where they are?"

"No," Freya answered. "Bonnie couldn't pinpoint their location, and the locator spells kept failing me. But the good news is they're alive and safe."

"Now we just have to find them," Hayley said.

"When Bonnie spoke to me, I sensed her magic. It's a long shot, but they're nowhere near the French Quarter. They must be somewhere out of town." Just then, Freya's phone rang, displaying Davina's name. "Hold on, I'll call you guys back. Davina's calling." She ended the call and answered Davina's call. "Hey, Davina. Any luck?"

Davina sighed. "I know where they are. They're in Covington. It's about a forty-five-minute drive from the French Quarter. Damon will meet you at Marcel's place."

"Okay, I'll let my siblings know. From there, we'll all leave together. Send me the address," Freya said before hanging up the phone. Freya wasted no time, her actions mirroring her urgency. She dialed Klaus, hastily putting on her jacket and grabbing her car keys. Klaus finally answered, and Freya's words were swift and commanding, "Marcel's place, now." With determination in her eyes, she headed for the door, leaving behind the remnants of the spell.

***

"Davina, I need to ask you something," Landon said.

Davina's fingers were moving at the speed of light as she hurriedly sent the address to Freya. "Hold on, Landon," she said. She clicked the 'send' button and shoved her phone in her back pocket. "Alright, Damon. You could start heading there."