Black Rose • Mikaelson

3. Tangled up in blue

NIKLAUS' WORRY HASN'T EASED UP OVER the past few days. I'm not surprised, however. Nik likes to worry about me even when we both know I can handle myself just fine. As I walk quietly down the stairs of Niklaus' new home, I can hear their conversation in the living room.

"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is?" Haley, the pregnant werewolf asks.

"Well that depends, what plan you mean, love? My plan for global domination or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel cruel world?" Niklaus, so charmingly replies.

I come into view just as Rebekah throws a paintbrush at Niklaus.

"Your Witt and sarcasm never ceases to surprise me." I tell Niklaus.

Rebekah smiles at the sight of me and throws her arms around me. Niklaus' eyes never leave mine when he explains his plan to save Elijah. I head on my way, having my own agenda to complete for the day. I find Ivonna in the French quarter at a witch's voodoo shop. She's looking at a few ingredients that if put together can become deadly. The witch has no clue who we are as she watches from a far and explains certain things we pick up. Ivonna grabs the ingredients she was just eyeing and makes her way to the counter.

"Do you have any wolfsbane or vervain?" I ask, eyeing the shop.

She gives me a look. "Why would you need that?"

"My mother was an extremely powerful witch — Camille Petrovich — she taught me a few things." I answer.

Ivonna and I decide to leave out the key parts of needed such items.

"You're Camille Petrovich's girls?"

"I did just say that."

"That should make you some extremely powerful witches."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Ivonna smirks.

The little witch — Katie — hands us a bottle of vervain and some wolfsbane as she rings up the rest of our things. I can see the fascination in her eyes as she looks at us and if you ask me, we're not that fascinating. We leave with our things and head over to the church where Marcel keeps his little witch friend. She's not too happy to see an original in her presence but she also senses something else as we tear away the magical border.

"Who are you?" Davina asks, her hands at her sides ready to spit magic from them.

"Ivonna and Nadia Petrovich, of course." My sister answers.

"And you must be the powerful pretty little teen witch, everyone's looking for?" I ask, a small smirk evident on my face.

Davina only nods, not voicing her thoughts that I hear so loudly. I look around the room at her beautiful drawings as Ivonna sits on the bed. She watches us with suspicion. I don't blame her, either.

"Witch to witch," Ivonna starts, motioning her hand between herself and Davina. "I need a favor, one I don't think Marcel would let me have."

"And what kind of favor are we talking about?" Davina cuts me a side glance.

"I need Elijah Mikaelson. The blood of the first born of the Mikaelsons is needed for a spell. Also, his sister is my best friend and wants her beloved brother back." I reply.

We both choose to leave out the fact that Elijah isn't actually the eldest Mikaelson.

"Marcel wouldn't like that."

"Oh? I wasn't aware he controlled your every action."

"He doesn't. However, I owe him. He saved my life."