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The sound of glass shattering and wood splintering was heard from downstairs in the compound. Niklaus had went down there not a minute ago when he heard Davina make her arrival. Candice grabbed Anthony's and Marcel's bicep, stopping them from going out there. "No, let the girl do what she's here for and then, we intervene." Anthony turned to look at his sister incredulously. "Niklaus will kill her! We have to stop him! I know you may not care about her safety, but I do!" He argues.
Candice blinked, unfazed by this as she stood near the table. "No one is leaving this room unless I say so. You're letting your feelings get in the way of the truth. If Niklaus kills her, he ruins his entire bond with Marcel. Plus, the witch can protect herself. She's smart." Candice says whilst listening to the interaction downstairs. Marcel and Anthony were more impatient, and Kol wasn't at all worried as he slid his arms around Candice's waist from behind, letting her lean into him.
Candice squinted her eyes, hearing Davina drag Klaus's body into the center of the compound. "Now, shall we go greet our guest?" She smirked, walking out as Kol and Anthony followed close behind her. When they walked down the stairs, they took notice of the temporarily dead, Marcel. "That's quite impressive," Anthony spoke up, catching Davina's attention, she was quick to turn and face him. Candice and Kol standing a bit ways behind him. "What exactly did you do to him?" He questioned.
"Channeled dark objects, turned my blood to poison." Davina explained shortly. Candice chuckles, sharing a knowing look with Kol. "Ah, this brings me back to the old days. I see you found the journals I left in that tomb. Was wondering where those disappeared to." She clasped her hands together, this was the work of her own so it was odd seeing the young witch pull moves she would've. But hey, it made sense. In a way, Davina reminded her of herself, at least how she was a thousand years ago.
Davina pursed her lips, tossing the journal to the heretic, figuring she was going to want that back. Candice smiled, shaking her head, she tossed it back to the witch. "You need it more than I do. Consider it, a welcome gift to the Parkerson family. We're all a little messed up in the head, though I suppose it's better than being a Mikaelson." Candice grins, laying her head on Kol's shoulder. He smirks, pressing a kiss to her soft blonde locks.
