The Mikaelsons sister

Harvest

I arrived in New Orleans with a mission: I had to meet Marcel in about an hour. Needing a moment to unwind, I decided to stop by Rousseau's for a drink. As I walked into the bar, the familiar atmosphere enveloped me, and I took a seat at the counter. My favourite bartender, Cami, approached with a welcoming smile.

"The usual?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know me so well, Cams," I replied, grinning. She rolled her eyes playfully as she started mixing my drink. I appreciated her ease with the truth she knew what I was and understood the risks involved. Hiding my identity from someone I cared about felt like playing with fire. Cami's degree in psychology meant I often found myself offering her a different kind of therapy, our friendship balancing on the edge of honesty and the supernatural.

"So, what brings you into town? I thought you were in Mystic Falls," she inquired, handing me my drink.

"I was, but something big is happening tonight, and I need to be here until tomorrow morning." I glanced at my phone, realising time was slipping away. "Speaking of which, I've got to run. See you later, Cami." I slipped her a $100 bill and headed for the door.

As I walked through the French Quarter, the colourful atmosphere buzzed around me. Suddenly, a voice called out. "Look who it is, Queen of the French Quarter."

I turned to see a witch leaning against a nearby building, a smirk playing on her lips. "And who calls me that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The vampires, the werewolves, and Marcel. If the witches refer to you, it's usually as the Hybrid freak, the disgrace to witches, or the abomination," she said, her tone dripping with mockery.

"You can call me whatever you want, but that's only partially true. Not all witches share your view. I have plenty of friends in your little coven." I shot back, feeling irritation simmer beneath my skin. "So don't spread lies; it doesn't suit you. Then again, I don't think you have any good looks to begin with. I have somewhere to be." I waved at her sarcastically before turning on my heel and making my way to the compound.

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We swarmed the harvest, killing most of the witches there. They had already killed 3 of the harvest girls, and i heard a yell it sounded like Davina. What was she doing here? That's right her mom wanted her to be in the harvest! I looked over my shoulder most of the other night walkers froze and held there head in pain, 2 witches where giving them a headache, they tried to me but it didn't work, a female witch walked towards Davina who was being held by another witch, with a knife i vamped over there and snapped her arm out of place and threw her over to the night walkers. I tore the head of the witch holding Davina. Once all the witches were dead or knocked out, i ran to Davina. Marcel was dealing with the night walkers sending them home. One of the witches grabbed onto the knife from the dead witches hand and hand at Davina, Marcel snapped their neck. Davina was crying in my arms. 

"Thank you, Aurora." She held onto me. Marcel looked worried. I let go of her for a moment, letting her fall into Marcel's arms, and i walked over to Davina's mom, the only witch i didn't kill. 

"You were about to let them sacrifice your daughter?" I asked her with pure anger in my voice. She just stared into the distance. I scoffed. "You're a horrible mother. Do you have any idea how special your daughter is?" I looked at Davina, and she nodded, handing me a broken shard of glass she found on the floor. i took it and stabbed her mother in the heart. 

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I was about to take Davina home but Marcel stopped me. 

"The witches are going to go after her. You won't be here most of the time. She can't stay there, " I agreed, but where else would she stay. 

"Well, where else would she go?" Marcel thought about it.
"The attic above the church, it's hidden no one knows about it."

"It's not your responsibility, Marcel," 

"They want to hurt a kid, you know my rule about hurting kids. She will be safe, i promise. I will protect her." i relented.

"Alright, take her there. i will get some of her things from my apartment." We went our separate ways. I got a couple of things Davina loves, i got her clothes, jewellery, and other things. Anything that someone could trace her with. I vamp sped everything to the attic for her.

"Dove?" I called out, and she walked into the attic, Marcel walking behind her. I smiled slightly, and her eyes were puffy from crying. "Don't cry, sweetheart." I hug her again. 

"You're going to stay here for a bit. I still have stuff to do in Mystic Falls, but i think i will ditch it all soon anyway. Call me whenever you want. i don't care what's happenin, i'll answer the phone call. Alright? i'll set up your room for you, i brought all of your things here." Davina nodded her head, still hugging me. 

"They were going to kill me," She mumbled. 

"They won't find you here, i promise." I did a spell that made everything go into place. once that was done, i tucked Davina into bed for the night she almost fell asleep instantly. 

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"Clearly, you two met before," Marcel points out the obvious. 

"I have known her for a long time. Her mom was barely even paying any attention to her. I enrolled her in school, and i cared for when she was sick. I planned her birthdays. She's my daughter." I looked away. "Marcel, if i find out that she was found by the witches, or that you used her powers -" 

"She won't be, i promise." Marcel placed a hand on my hand. i think that was meant to be reassuring. My phone lit up, and the phone was next to Marcel, so he picked the phone up and read it.

"it's from Elijah," he says. They desiccated Klaus, and you need to get back to Mystic Falls quickly." 

I froze. "What?"

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Dun dun dun anyway we all knew that was happening, 

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