Chapter 2: Witch Rebellion
{D. K}
"So," Jane-Anne calls out, throwing a red dish rag over her shoulder and sliding a freshly poured beer over to the man sitting at the bar a few seats away. "—what did you drive all the way here for? I'm sure there are better things you could be doing with your long immortal life."
Dakota had long since finished her soup that she received when she'd first stepped into the quaint restaurant. Her hand reached over to pick up a straw wrapper on the table, twisting the paper around her finger, a giddy grin on her face. "I'm sure there would be plenty of other things to do if I was still an immortal vampire."
Jane took a double-take, her brown eyebrows creasing together as she leaned her thin body in closer to Dakota, lowering her voice to just about a whisper. "What are you saying to me, Dakota?"
"I'm saying that I'm human again."
The witch looked around, her eyes wild at the newly given information. Her bony hand clashed around Dakota's wrist, guiding the human from her seat to the door that opened up the bar and dragged her into the supply room. "How is that even possible?"
Dakota took a seat on a step-stool, talking freely as she felt comfort in their secluded spot. "There's this witch, Quinn. I met her on the other side after I died—"
"You died?"
The former vampire waved her off. "—long story, don't worry about that right now. Anyways, Quinn, she's a witch I met on the other side."
"Supernatural ghost trap?"
"Yeah, in Mystic Falls," Dakota affirmed. "We became friends and she made a deal with me to give me a do-over. A supernatural clean slate. I was skeptical at first because for a while it didn't work but more crazy things happened and the veil was taken down and the spell started to work, and before I knew it I was human again."
Jane-Anne leaned against a wall, sliding down until her butt was planted firmly to the ground, her knees propped up and holding the weight of her elbows. "It worked," She spoke aloud in exasperation, piecing together that this Quinn must've been an incredibly strong witch. "Is that why you're here?"
"Not exactly," Dakota deflated slightly, clasping her fingers together. "Klaus doesn't know I'm back from the dead or that I'm human and he's MIA, so I was hoping that maybe you could help me."
"We don't use magic here," The older Devereux quickly denied, shaking her head to emphasize her answer. "—Marcel forbids it."
The words coming from her mouth had the brunette rolling her eyes at the young witch. "We both know that doesn't stop you." Her lips quickly formed into a pout. "Please, Jane," Dakota begged, desperation radiating off of her in waves. "I love him, and I need to know that he's okay."
Jane-Anne clacked her pink tongue against the roof her her mouth, tapping her fingers on the knee of her jeans. "I won't be able to track him, but I can have him come to you."
"Thank God." Dakota breathed out in relief, she pointed down to the shoes she was wearing that was making her feet sore. "Humans can't handle heels."
The witch glance led down at Dakota after standing up and gathering up herbs and candles and putting them in a duffle bag. "I have a feeling you'll get used to the pains of being a human."
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It was dark out, stars littered the pitch black sky. Jane left her restaurant, leaving her little sister, Sophie in charge until she returned.
"Earlier you were talking, and I couldn't help but wonder what you mean about not being able to practice magic. This is New Orleans, it's a place for witches and any other supernatural to practice their gifts without judgement."
Dakota followed the woman through the brightly lit streets, walking long enough until Jane made it to a part of town that was remote from people. The human looked behind her a few times—feeling naked without her vampirism cloaking her with safety and assurance, now, all she had was Jane and even that made her unsettled. "Marcel changed the rules when he made himself King after Klaus left. He didn't want to be overthrown of his power or rebelled against so he set up a rule that witches weren't allowed to practice magic in the quarter. Most of the witches listen, but there are a handful that don't listen to Marcel."
Dakota picked up on the suggestive time in the woman's voice. "Wow, Devereux. What a rebel."
Jane smiled at Dakota for a moment before averting her gaze to the duffle bag, taking out some of the items little by little and setting up as she pulled them out. White candles, wrapped around her in a circle, closing her in. A wooden bowl decorated with symbols and ancient carvings was set in the middle and filled with the herbs also hidden in the army green bag. "He doesn't come over here anyway, so it's not like he'll know about it."
"Are you sure?" Dakota asked again, wanting absolute reassurance that this wasn't going to go wrong. "This is completely safe?"
"I wouldn't be doing it if I was scared someone was going to catch us. Come on, Dakota. What happened to the girl who loved adventure and liked the taste of danger."
"She became human. I just don't want something to happen, we can't neglect the fact I'm not a vampire anymore. I can't protect us if something happens."
Jane-Anne didn't even respond to Dakota's worries, instead she mixed the herbs, lighting a match and throwing it inside the bowl. Her eyes closed, her face stern and stoic, her thin lips moving softly, the only sound being the slightest hum of Latin coming from her mouth.
Dakota waited anxiously, seeming to hear every noise, every snap of a twig caught Dakota attention and at first she thought it was an animal, but then she remembered, this was New Orleans and the only animals here weren't natural. "Jane," She warned.
"Go," Jane shouts suddenly, hurriedly blowing out the candles and putting her supplies back into the duffle bag. "—the spells done anyway, but you need to leave."
"What about Klaus? He'll come and find me, right?"
Jane hesitated a moment. "Not exactly."
"What do you mean, not exactly?"
"This town deserves better, Dakota. You're the perfect person for this, and I know that Klaus can make this town a better place."
Dakota shook her head, raising a hand to brush some of her brown hair from her face. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I did what I had to do, now you have to finish the rest. But right now, you need to run, as fast as you can back to the restaurant."
"Jane what the hell?"
"Leave." Jane shouts suddenly, sweat dripping from her brow. "Now!"
And she does. Dakota runs as fast as she can, willing herself not to look back when she hears the loud screams that end so abruptly it sent chills down her spine.
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Revival § Klaus Mikaelson
FanfictionSequel to Vulnerable Dakota King never thought she'd die, and in death she never thought she'd have a second chance at life. But when a deal is made with a witch, Dakota finds herself struggling to handle the loopholes that find themselves ch...