Chapter Seven: Beware of the Unknown
Davina Claire shook her head as her brown curls were pulled back into a sophisticated bun. She still lived in the attic simply because it was a place to be where she could use her magic and none of the other witches could find her. The preventing the Reaping worked. In a way. The other witches had lost their magic. However she was the most powerful witch in practically the entire Louisiana. She was the equivalent of a Bennett witch if not stronger. Elijah had helped her greatly but she still did not feel safe around his brother, Niklaus. She had learned of his unborn child and she had come into a trance of need for knowledge. Of any occurrence that might have been similar. There had been nothing. Nothing was never good or bad. Nothing was in the middle. It was the line between a possible great and a possible bad. Great perhaps for it to be one of a kind. Bad because they did not know what came along with this demon child. Nor did they know the reason there was nothing. There was a large possibility there had been nothing for a reason. The other accounts of it burnt to ashes wiped of memory because the effects were so destructible.
She turned around her perfectly arched eyebrow raised. She wore a knee length dress and looked ready for her first day of an office job. She watched as the door to the church attic opened and a familiar face drug in two shockingly identical faces.
“Your doppelgangers,” the familiar face said dropping the two girls to the ground. Davina let out a gasp thinking a moment. She then carefully made her way over. She knelt in between where the girls had landed.
“They’re identical…” she whispered. She had heard stories of doppelgangers but never had experienced two comparisons one on one.
“I got them all the way from Mystic Falls,” he replied. She nodded looking up at him. They smiled at each other simultaneously.
“Help me bring them to a more comfortable place to die,” she said. He nodded picking one up as she levitated the other. They put them side beside on Davina’s large bed. The man glanced at Davina as she performed her powers effortlessly needing little concentration.
“You have been practicing,” he stated standing upright after he laid down one of the doppelgangers.
“Of course I have,” she replied. “I have many of your mother’s grimoire pages. I practice them every day.”
“I thought you mastered them ages ago,” he said. She nodded lying down the other doppelganger carefully.
“I did, Kol. I’ve mastered them but practice makes perfect. Now are we going to stop your brother from becoming all powerful or are we just going to stand here and chat?” Davina asked walking to the small part of the room she reserved solely for magic. Kol rolled his eyes as he followed Davina.
“I didn’t think you were so grumpy this morning,” he said. She sighed shaking her head turning to look at him.
“Kol,” she began, “there are many things one thinks that are not true. I am anxious to get this feud over with. Tyler will have nothing against anyone except for Klaus once the demon child dies. Marcel will be safe. Camille will be safe. You will be safe, Kol.”
“Maybe safe isn’t our best bet. What if we can kidnap the children? Take them to our side. Use them as an advantage. Kill Klaus.”
“If Klaus dies so does Marcel. Marcel saved my life. I am not going to use the life he saved to end his. I want Klaus captured again. I want him out of the way. I want Tyler to leave. Tyler and the abominations he’s raising.”
“Do you know something about them?” Kol asked curiously. Davina shook her head.
“I know only that they exist. I do not know what they are compared to you. But I do know it’s something unsettling. I’ve had dreams... visions. They’re never good, Kol. They end in blood, death, and gore. Elijah is dead as is Rebekah. They are strong and powerful. Their leader has learned from Klaus like Marcel had. But Marcel still had his humanity intact. Marcel still felt emotion. All Tyler wants is Klaus dead. He wants to kill Klaus. Then he knows that Klaus is dead and he will have completed his purpose in life. Then he would die as a member of Klaus’ bloodline. Marcel will die as well. So will Damon. And Stefan, Katherine, and so many others. They will all die along with Klaus. Then all that is left will be you, I, your sister, Elijah, and perhaps that petty werewolf girl. But for now… Everything is at risk.”
“What about balance? I overheard Damon… he said something about the universe being overturned. Worlds colliding.” Davina tensed at this new information. She turned slowly looking at him.
“What?” she asked in a whisper.
“I heard Damon say that if a doppelganger dies… the otherside and the real world will merge.”
“But that’s catastrophic. How would you know?”
“I’ve been watching him for the past week. He found out today. I think it has something to do with that Bennett witch.”
“Bonnie?” Kol nodded. “Isn’t she supposed to be dead? Or in pain?”
“Tessa turned her into the anchor to the otherside. The doppelgangers are keeping the pain away.”
“Tessa?”
“Quetziyah. The witch that created Silas.”
“Silas?”
“The original Salvatore Doppelganger.”
“The male equivalent?” Kol nodded. “That’s odd…”
“How so?”
“Weren’t they going on about how doppelgangers were destined?”
“Apparently Quetziyah was lying.”
“Why would she want to lie?”
“She wanted to die. She wanted to repay Silas.”
“Or maybe…” Kol furrowed his eyebrows as Davina walked to her old bookcase. She carefully took out one of her grimoires and went to her desk. She sighed shaking her head opening the book.
“Maybe what?” Kol asked following her. He hovered slightly over her. He was anxious and tense. He wanted to be up to date. Being dead stunk but at least dead he could eavesdrop. Now he was living and not being told anything. It was irking in a twisted sense and made him slightly miss the otherside.
“Maybe Quetziyah didn’t even know what she was getting into.”
