The Other Mikaelson

Chapter Two - The Locator Spell

It was loud as two brothers walked through the streets of New Orleans. It was dusk, and the city was just starting to come alive for the night. People hustled around in the street, canteens of various alcohols in hand and feather boas around their necks. Painters and magicians were just starting to set up their easels and tables, waiting for the tourists to hit the streets.

They walked side by side, before one stopped and walked into one of the bars on Bourbon Street named Rousseaus. The other, carried on walking through the busy streets and to the home of the witches, the cemetery. The brother, the one they called noble, walked through the crowded cemetery , it was packed with tourists touring the Quarter. He stopped when he saw the person he was looking for emerge from one of the tombs.

"What do you want, Elijah?" The young witch crossed her arms across her chest.

"We need your help with something..." Elijah Mikaelson started to speak, but he was interrupted when the witch scoffed.

"You want my help?" She raised her eyebrows incredulously.

"Davina, I am sure you have been made aware of the prophesy that regards the downfall of my family, which coincidentally involves Kol, this affects all of us. Will you help?"

It was a low blow, but Elijah knew that she would do anything for the original she had come to love, even if that meant protecting his family.

"What do you need?" Davina asked. Elijah nodded and turned on his heel, signalling for Davina to follow him out of the cemetery. She rolled her eyes before doing so.

"Freya has requested your assistance. When this prophesy first came to light, we initially thought that the only ones affected by it were myself, Niklaus and Rebekah. However, some... things have happened. We have been seeing signs everywhere that there is more to it than Niklaus, Rebekah and myself. Freya has been seeing visions of something we are calling 'The Beast', but we are no closer to discovering who it is." Elijah explained.

"So where do I come into this?" Davina asked as the two of them weaved through the crowds in the market.

"We need you to track down our sister." Davina furrowed her eyebrows.

"Rebekah or Freya?" She asked.

"Neither. We had a third sister, a sister we didn't even think was alive. In the visions, Freya has seen her, and then blood appeared on the portrait of her hung up in the compound." Elijah explained to the young witch.

"So how are you sure she's alive?" Davina enquired.

"We don't. That's why we need your help." Elijah turned to face the little witch in front of the compound entrance.

"Why does she not live with you? Why has Kol never told me about her?"

"Isabella has always been a very touchy subject for us all, Kol particularly. We had hoped for many years that she was alive, but every time we did a locator spell we couldn't get a location."

"So what makes you think I can do it?" Davina asked as she walked into the compound courtyard.

"You are a harvest witch. You are one of the strongest witches that the French Quarter has ever seen." Elijah explained, coming to a stop beside the rest of his siblings.

"No pressure then." Davina muttered to herself, she turned on her heel and walked a few feet to stand beside Freya.

"Do you have everything?" Davina asked, she observed the spell ingredients on the table in front of her and the Mikaelson witch nodded.

"Let's get started then." Freya and Davina joined hands before they started to chant. When the wind started to whistle and the shutters started to bang on the windows, Kol held Davina's hand and Niklaus held Freya's so that their supernatural power could be channeled into the spell. The group of Original vampires focused on the map as the black-salt started to move around the map. Initially, nothing happened, and then the salt inched north ever so slightly. Elijah took a step forward as the witches continued to chant.

When Freya and Davina stopped the spell, Hayley and Rebekah stepped forward to see the outcome. The black-salt had centred one location.

"Forks, Washington." Hayley said as she approached the table.

"She's really alive?" Niklaus spoke quietly and with wonderment as he let go of his sister's hand and moved closer to the map.

"She's really alive." Freya smiled brightly, confirming that the lost Mikaelson sister was in fact alive, happy that she would finally get a chance to meet her younger sister for the first time.

"So, when do we leave?" A familiar smirk crossed Klaus' face as he asked.

"Soon, brother." Elijah answered, a rare smile on his face. He was not the only person who was ready to see their sister again.