There was this party Marcel was throwing and they were going to invite the old ones, the originals. I didn't know why he was opening the doors of the city if he wanted to get rid of them but I didn't ask. I didn't want to get involved with any of the mess the vampires had done more than I was. Enough I had with witches wanting to kill me and Davina.

I was laying on my bed while Davina painted in her easel

"Do you think I could find a way to kill him?" Davina asked me.

I lifted my head from the pillow, "You're a badass witch. Of course you can"

"You could too" Davina told me innocently. I rolled my eyes, "You could try, I mean. It wouldn't hurt"

I took a deep breath, standing up. "You know what? You're right. It wouldn't hurt. At least not to me"

Davina smiled.

I stood in front of the Original, Elijah was how Marcel told us he was called. I watched him curiously, slowly kneeling in front of him, touching his forehead. I closed my eyes but got interrupted by whispering voices around the room. I immediately dropped my hand, turning around in confusion.

"Davina?" I asked

Davina looked around in recognition, slowly standing up "Someone's using magic. Something's coming"

Davina walked toward her easel, siting down, drawing madly for several seconds.

I stood, closing the lid of Elijah's coffin, walking toward her, looking over her shoulder in alarm and confusion.

~8~

Davina was still drawing, finishing drawing the face of a woman.

"Who is that?" I asked

Davina shook her head "I don't know"

I bit my lip in worry

~8~

I watched Davina getting overwhelmed by something as her drawing became messy, touching her shoulder, taking a deep breath, staring to get glimpses of a witch performing a spell, watching Marcel and several vampires going down with her magic.

Davina and I lifted our hands, healing Marcel at an extend that made him stand up. The witch however, used her magic again to break Marcel's bones making me and Davina angry

"No!" Davina and I shouted angrily and worried for Marcel, lifting our arms, one of my hands still on Davina's shoulder as we used magic to heal Marcel and help him stand.

Davina and I tried to help Marcel, but the witch fought against what we did, using her magic to stop him, making him fall to his knees making us both fall to our knees as well. The fall made me drop my hand from Davina's shoulder, breaking our connection.

Davina breathed heavily in pain, looking at me

I looked away, not as affected as Davina, looking down at my hands in guilt

~8~

I carefully laid down Davina in her bed, watching her look exhausted, biting my lip worriedly

"It's okay" Davina told me, smiling slightly "I didn't get out of control. You helped me"

"I could have killed you" I murmured, playing with a small strand of my hair.

"But you didn't, Beth" Davina pointed out. "And you helped me stay in control. Thank you"

I wasn't convinced, nodding slightly as the door of the attic opened and Marcel walked in

I stood, running toward him, wrapping my arms around him, "You're okay! We were so worried"

Marcel returned the hug, pulling away, "I am. Thank you" he looked at Davina, looking back at me knowingly "Whatever you both did, I felt it. You both helped me" Davina smiled tiredly "Are you okay, D?"

Davina nodded, "Beth helped me"

"And hurt her" I sighed in guilt

Marcel shook his head, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer "No. We talked about this, remember? You keep Davina's magic in control whenever you feel she can't do it. We knew the side effects, didn't we, Davina?"

"We did" Davina nodded, slowly sitting up "You didn't do harm, Beth. It's just..." She chuckled slightly, "It still feels weird"

Marcel chuckled

I nodded slowly, looking up at Marcel, "It was the old ones, wasn't it?"

"Actually, Klaus is the one that saved me tonight" Marcel answered. "I'm gonna make things right, starting off by giving him his brother back"

Davina and I looked at him confused and upset

"No" Davina told him

"What?" Marcel gave her a look "Davina-"

"No" I shook my head, cutting him off. Davina and Marcel looked at me, "You said the old ones were dangerous. We won't give him back until either Davina or I know how to kill them"

Davina looked at me gratefully

I crossed my arms defiantly