Chapter Nine: The Enemy of My Foe is My Friend
“Davina?” Elena questioned her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “Wait… isn’t she the witch that doesn’t like you?” Bonnie shrugged.
“I don’t know. All I know is that she used to be close with Elijah,” Bonnie said.
“Wait… Elijah’s conspiring against his own brother?” Caroline butted in. Damon rolled his eyes.
“Look, we don’t know a lot of what happened in New Orleans. Bonnie, call the sixteen year old bratty witch. Caroline, Elena, bring Katherine down to where Arabella is.,” Damon said taking charge. He would not have chaos wreck their situation. They had a strong hold. Now they only had to grasp onto that hold and truly hold it.
“Fine,” Elena said. They did as Damon had said.
“Hello?” a young female voice asked on the other end of Bonnie’s phone call. “Kol I thought you went out to get some Chinese…”
“You must be Davina,” Bonnie said. Davina tensed.
“You must be Bonnie Bennett,” Davina said with a slight sneer.
“I am. You must be Davina Claire,” Bonnie retorted.
“Why do you have Kol’s phone? What have you done with him?”
“I see the little witch has a crush.”
“Don’t cross me, Bonnie. I’m stronger than you think.”
“You have what I need. I need you to give them back.”
“The Doppelgangers?”
“Yes, the doppelgangers.”
“Why would you need them back?”
“So the worlds of the living and the dead don’t collide. You’re too young to understand. You yourself defeat the whole balance of nature. Just hand over the doppelgangers and we won’t have a problem.”
“Why so direct? Certainly you have time.”
“I have no time, Davina. It’s almost midnight. Where the Blue Moon will be full and at its peak.”
“One witch hcan’t harness the power of the moon,” Davina said.
“I’m still a witch, surprisingly, even though I am immortal. I know I need another witch’s help. So I’m offering a deal. You help me restore the balance, then I will help you take down our common enemy.”
“You’re double-timing against Niklaus… aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“But why?”
“Because I do not see a glimmer of hope in his eyes and the only way to be rid of him without hurting anybody is if we do what we meant to do before.”
“Put him in a deep sleep…”
“Never to wake up.”
“Like Silas.”
“Exactly like Silas.”
***
Klaus leaned back in his arm chair looking around the cleaned up bloody mess. He brought the cup of bourbon to his lips and took a sip of the amber colored alcohol. His eyes didn’t leave Stefan’s frame. Stefan sat on the other arm chair practically facing Klaus but at an angle. He was slightly tense and rigid. He too was looking around the room at the damage this new species had done. He took a larger sip that Niklaus had taken of his own bourbon.
“Any chance you know what they were?” he softly questioned. Klaus shook his head.
“If I knew I would have found out a way to beat them. But it appears as if they’ve beaten me. Mostly at least.”
“Perhaps they didn’t… Perhaps Elijah and Rebekah stopped the ones advancing on Marcel.”
“My sister isn’t one to truly care and Elijah’s judgement is clouded by affection. The sole person I can trust is myself yet im sitting here talking to you telling you every single morbid detail since the first minute I stepped onto New Orleans soil.”
“You can trust me, you know,” Stefan said. It was true. The young brunette vampire was very trustworthy. He told no secrets, rarely lied, was an honest friend, and for some reason, couldn’t bear to see Klaus so tense. “We could try and stop Tyler.”
“Tyler’s body disappeared a few moments after you killed him. He may be temporarily dead but he’s connected to something. A safe haven perhaps. Merely something… Something different. I have an odd feeling he too is what my attackers were. But a stronger one. As if he were the first.”
“Or the alpha,” Stefan said. Klaus tensed letting out a slight groan.
“How I despise nimrods who mnake a fool out of me and my siblings,” Klaus said.
“He made a fool of himself. Showing what they could do,” Stefan began. “You can’t win a war if you give out all your secrets.”
“Marcel used to say that.”
“He was wise then. So between you and Marcel…?”
“Marcel and I are very alike in what we choose to do and how we run our city. He has half, I have the other half. It’s less showcasing more strategic. It is a true system to protect New Orleans. Especially from invaders such as Tyler. If Tyler proves to be an ongoing threat I shall soon have my hybrid army and the vampire army Marcel can conjure up.”
“You rely on someone else’s army? That’s not the Klaus I knew.”
“I do not rely on anything or anyone but me, myself, and I. I simply have allies, Stefan.”
“Alliances can break.”
“What is the saying…? ‘The enemy of my foe is my friend’?”
“So you two have the same enemy, so what? The Spartans and the Athenians did then Spartans a few years later burned Athens to the ground.”
“Treason isn’t Marcel’s type.”
“Then what is?”
“That is yet to be determined, friend.”
