Guilt ▻ The Originals [3]

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At St. James Infirmary, Ophelia sat at the bar with Vincent, drinking a glass of bourbon. She turned her head to see Davina arriving there Kol.

When Kol turned his head to look at the two of them, Ophelia figured that Davina had told her boyfriend why they were there. Ophelia had a sarcastic smile on her face as she lifted up her glass in a form of a greeting.

Several moments later, Kol sat across from Vincent and Ophelia at a table in the bar owned by Ophelia. The female tribrid poured two glasses of scotch before pushing one toward Kol.

Davina was sitting between them with her own drink and Vincent had one as well, "Try to remember. Your spirit was trapped with the Ancestors," Vincent encouraged Kol, who quickly picked up his glass of scotch and took a sip, "Did they say anything?"

"Yeah, well, it's hard to recall what anyone is saying when there's a boot in your face," Kol replied with an attitude.

  "Imagine when Davina brought you back," Vincent continued on, Davina sharing a glance with Ophelia, "Did you hear voices? Spells? Chants? I don't know, a threat?"

"There wasn't any talk, all right? They hate me because I'm a Mikaelson," Kol responded with an attitude before gesturing toward Ophelia, "My family became their greatest enemy the second my brother stole their greatest weapon three hundred years ago and convinced her to turn against her own people."

  Davina sighed in frustration, clearly growing a bit annoyed, "What's the point of these questions?" She complained.

  Vincent's expression became grim, which made both Davina and Kol become even more suspicious while Ophelia remained content, "The Ancestors made a deal with Lucien," She finally spoke up, causing Kol and Davina to turn to look at her, "If you haven't noticed already, that's considered an act of war. And now, they're coming after you, Kol."

  Kol sighed in annoyance and laced his fingers together before leaning his chin against them, "If we knew why, then maybe I could convince them that there's a better way," Vincent added in and even Ophelia turned to look at him in disbelief, "Maybe I could talk some sense into 'em."

"Talk some sense into them," Ophelia muttered under her breath as took a sip of her scotch, "You're funny."

Kol scoffed when hearing Vincent's words, "You make them sound like they're a committee of a sort," He remarked, "Reasonable people."

"The dead were once the living. All the living really want to do is avoid trouble and protect their own," Vincent reminded Kol, who sighed, knowing that Vincent was at least right on that point.

The male witch looked over at Davina, who was silent and looked overwhelmed before he chuckled and continued, "I remember coming to Music Days when I was a kid. I-I remember all the covens gathering together. And no matter what your beef was with somebody else, well that one day, it was all good. And you could feel the presence of all those that came before. You could feel 'em watching. Peaceful."

Ophelia and Davina smiled, both of them clearly having similar memories of the festival, "Now, every since vampires took over this city, those same spirits have been restless," Vincent continued on as he rolled his eyes at the mention of the vampires, "And the covens will never know peace with the Mikaelsons living here. Now, my guess is the Ancestors see Lucien as a weapon. Use him on vampires, right? Use him on the family that begot them. And, if we're gonna stop that, somebody's gotta convince the Ancestors there's a better way."

Vincent stood to his feet as if he was about to leave, but Kol rose to his feet and stared him in the eyes, clearly suspicious of his motives, "Why would you ever help me?" Kol asked him before turning to glance at Ophelia, "I get her, but not you."