New Orleans // The Originals

2. 'In This Case, The Punishment Is Death'

June 12th, 2015, 12:23 pm.

Davina's P.O.V

I was seated in the attic with my knees pulled up to my chest like I did every night, waiting for Marcel to come back from his business so I could tell him about the witches I saw doing magic.

Three years before, I was kidnapped by Kol and Klaus Mikaelson as they claimed to want to 'protect' me. One year after that, Marcel had found me and taken me for himself when I was only 15 so there I was making sure New Orleans was free of witchcraft.

"Davina." A familiar voice rang in the cold room and I turned my head to see Marcel stood at the doorway.

I stood up from my seat on the bed and quickly made my way over to him with my hands behind my back.

"Someone was doing magic," I told him, making him stiffen up a bit.

Looking down, I heard him clear his throat. "Who?" He asked.

I lead him over to the easel and showed him the rough drawing of the girl I saw in my vision.

"Jane-Ann Deveraux," He muttered while looking the sketch up and down. "Well, Davina, you keep yourself occupied I have things to attend to,"

I bit my lip slightly. "Are you going to kill her?" I stopped him as he was about to leave. "Jane-Ann."

Marcel sighed loudly. "Of course, I am, Davina. You know the drill, Jane-Ann broke one of my rules and for that, she needs to be punished. In this case, the punishment is death." Marcel told me, frustration clear in his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry for asking Marcel."

He left a few minutes later leaving me alone once again. I padded around the old-fashioned attic, my fingers gently tracing the patterns on the wood of the bed frame. I longed to go home, back to my real bed and my parents, my family. I had never gotten to apologise to Kat and that was probably one of the biggest reasons I wanted to go back home, to say sorry for the silly little fight we had.

Kat's P.O.V

Finding out Davina had gone missing was one of the scariest moments of my life. I remembered the sound of police cars outside my bedroom window startling me awake on that dreadful Monday night. I remembered my mother rushing into my room with my brother telling me that the police wanted to talk to me because Davina had gone missing and worst of all, I remembered her parent's look on their faces when they saw me. I didn't know how one person could have so much sadness in their eyes. Mrs Claire looked broken.

The day after she was reported missing, I was going to go round to her house and apologise for the fight we had. At first, everyone thought that's why she left but her Mr and Mrs Claire decided that running away after a fight would have been the last thing Davina would have done. In all honesty, I agreed with them because my best friend was never the one to hold a grudge against anyone.

One full year after she disappeared, a year full of emptiness and sorrow, a man named Klaus arrived at my doorstep asking for my help to find her. When they first told me they were the ones who kidnapped Davina, I hated Klaus and his brother, Kol. However, over time, we began to become friends and Kol and I even dated for a few years before we broke it off because I found him kissing some blonde haired bimbo at a bar.

Kol was brutally killed by Elena Gilbert the day after we broke up and the guilt travelled with me for about a year before I finally convinced Klaus to compel away all of the good memories of his brother. I was devastated that our last memory together, like Davina and me, was a stupid fight.

One year after that, when I was 16, Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Hayley and I moved to New Orleans in search of a new start. The Mikaelson's took me in almost as if I was their long lost sister.

It was fun for a while, the parties, getting drunk sometimes although I was very underage, Klaus said it didn't matter as long as I didn't drink too much but then there was Elijah who, being the responsible one, still wasn't convinced it was a good idea to let a 16-year-old drink alcohol.

It was all fun and games until we found out that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus' child. It was like all the happiness had been drained out of the Mikaelsons and all that was left was Elijah attempting to repair the cracks on a broken family. Klaus eventually came to terms with it, after daggering Elijah and handing him over to the ruthless Marcel, the new 'king' of New Orleans.

I hadn't stopped my search for my best friend, not after all those years and I was determined to find her, what I didn't know was that she was closer than I thought...

A/N:

Chapter Two <3 I hope you guys liked it and if you did comment and shizzle. They'll be more Kat's P.O.V in the next chapter if you liked that. I liked writing it cx

~Aimee<3