AN: Sorry, It took so long to get this out. I had to rewrite it a few times because it wasn't turning out the way I wanted. I hope you enjoy it!

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Josie frowned as she watched her sister walk away. What was she up to?

Was it something to do with Uncle Kai or the Originals?

Josie felt her chest tighten as Lizzie disappeared from sight.

"Jo? You okay?" Stefan asked.

Josie looked at him. "I'm fine, just a little worried about Lizzie," She replied.

Marcel looked at her. "If you want I could send a few vampires to look after her?" He offered.

"No," Josie shook her head. "Lizzie can look after herself. But, thanks for the offer."

Marcel nodded. "Very well, but if she doesn't show up later, I could send some vampires looking for her."

"I don't think that will be necessary but I'll let you know if I change my mind," Josie answered.

"Alright," Marcel said, standing up. "Shall I show you guys some of the highlights of New Orleans?"

"Sure, mate," Enzo said, getting to his feet as well.

"May as well," Stefan agreed, pushing himself to his feet.

All four of them leave the building and head down the street. Marcel led them around to his favorite spots, introducing them to some of the locals.

As they walked, Josie kept an eye out for her sister but didn't see her. Where was she?

Josie rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans. Lizzie was fine.

Josie would feel if something was wrong through the bond.

But what if Lizzie was blocking her out so she couldn't feel if she was in trouble?

When they entered the town square, Josie decided to get away from the others.

"Hey, guys?" She called.

"Yes, beautiful?" Enzo responded as they all turned to her.

"I'm going to take a look around in the shops, see if I can find a souvenir," Josie said.

"The best souvenirs are in the shops on the right," Marcel said, nodding towards the shops.

"I'll take a look around, thanks," Josie replied.

Stefan and Enzo were looking at her in concern.

"Be careful," Stefan warned. "Text us if there's a problem and we'll be right there."

"I will," Josie promised.

"Stay alert, beautiful," Enzo said. "There aren't just vampires in this town."

"I'll be careful," Josie replied before walking away.

Josie felt her chest tighten even more and tears started to form in her eyes.

Where was Lizzie? What if she was dead? What if she never saw her again?

She barely survived losing her mom and dad. There was no way she could survive losing her sister.

She rushed into an alleyway and threw up a cloaking spell.

"Breathe, Josie, breathe," She whispered to herself.

But it didn't help.

She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She tried to get air into her lungs but couldn't. Why could she breathe?

Josie was gasping now.

Tears were streaming down her face. Lizzie. She needed Lizzie.

The bond. She reached for it but she hit a wall. Lizzie had a barrier up.

Why? Was she in danger?

Josie slid down the wall and tried to force herself to take deep breaths but it wasn't working.

She felt like someone was squeezing her lungs as tightly as they could.

Was she going to die?

No, she was a vampire, that wasn't how that worked.

Josie shakily reached for her phone, wheezing as she tried to force air into her lungs.

She started to call Lizzie before she realized she didn't want her sister to know.

What should she do? Who does she call?

Josie gasped heavily.

A sob erupted from her, and through blurred eyes she saw Jeremy's contact.

She clicked.

It rang and rang.

But then there was a click and a male voice came across the line.

"Hello? Josie?" Jeremy asked, voice concerned.

"Jeremy" Josie gasped out.

"Jo?" Jeremy called out in concern.

"I...can't...brea...the..." Josie answered, panicky.

"You're having a panic attack," Jeremy said, in realization.

"Josie, I need you to listen to my voice," Jeremy ordered. "Can you do that?"

"Y-yes," Josie stuttered.

"Okay, umm, did you know Stefan has a brother?" Jeremy asked.

"Ye-yeah," Josie answered, still breathing heavily as she focused on Jeremy's words.

"Well, for some reason, Elena decided to date him," Jeremy said.

"W-what?" Josie asked in shock.

That must be one of the consequences of messing with time.

"Yeah, he's a jackass. I don't see what she sees in him," Jeremy said. "Also Vicki's doing better."

"That's...good," Josie said, breathing starting to slow.

She felt the pressure in her lungs start to release. And the tears started to slow.

"So, tell me what you've been doing," Jeremy encouraged her.

"Umm...we're in...New Orleans...right now," Josie answered, taking big gulps of air.

"New Orleans?" Jeremy asked in surprise. "Tell me about it."

"It's beautiful and there's so much culture here...People dance on the streets...And there's people playing music at all times of the day...The food is delicious...And the people are welcoming," Josie answered.

Her breathing was now back to normal and she relaxed against the wall.

"That sounds amazing," Jeremy said but then he was quiet. "How are you doing?"

"I'm...I'm okay now...thank you," Josie whispered into the phone. "I'm sorry if I interrupted something."

"Hey," Jeremy scolded lightly. "I told you to call me when you are having a panic attack and I am glad you did."

"How'd you know what to do?" Josie asked.

"Umm, after you told me about you having panic attacks, I searched up ways to stop them and I found that if you're able to get their mind off of it, or whatever is causing the panic attack it sometimes helps. Another way is to hold your breath, so you may want to keep that in mind in case you ever can't get a hold of me." Jeremy said, sounding embarrassed.

"Thank you again," Josie said.

"It's no problem," Jeremy said. "Do you want to talk about what triggered it?"

Josie was silent for a moment.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Jeremy backtracked.

"No, no, it's okay. It's just my sister left for a bit and I couldn't help freaking out, even though I tried to remind myself that she was fine," Josie explained.

"It's okay to worry, she's your twin," Jeremy said. "But you have to remember that your sister is clearly strong. She can handle herself, and I think you should tell her about your panic attacks."

"I don't want her to worry," Josie whispered.

"She's your sister, she's going to worry anyways. If you tell her, you could work out a system for her to let you know that she's okay whenever she leaves your side. Like a cryptic text or something," Jeremy suggested.

"I'll think about it," Josie said.

"That's all I ask," Jeremy said, then there was talking on the other line. It sounded like a young woman and Jeremy called her Aunt Jenna.

"I need to go, are you going to be okay?" Jeremy asked.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," Josie reassured.

"Call me if you need me, I'll answer, I promise," Jeremy said.

"Will do. Bye," Josie said.

"Bye, Jojo," Jeremy said, hanging up.

Josie smiled at the nickname.

She wiped her face and used magic to clean up her appearance.

Josie would be okay, she had to be. Time for her to find a souvenir.

She took down the cloaking spell and walked out of the alleyway.

Then, she entered one of the shops and began looking around.

Josie was trying to distract herself from her anxiety.

She didn't want to have another panic attack in the middle of the French Quarter.

She needed to follow Jeremy's advice.

Josie had to find a distraction.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a brunette teenager that was younger than her. browsing the shelves. For some reason, she looked familiar.

Not in the, she's met her before but the, she's seen her face before.

That was when Josie noticed the magic.

The girl was a witch.

Josie turned and pretended to look around on the shelf as the girl came closer.

Then, Josie 'accidentally' bumped into her, causing the girl to drop the stuff in her arms.

"Oh, my god!" Josie exclaimed. "I'm so sorry."

Josie bent down to help her pick up the stuff.

"I should have been looking where I was going," Josie said, handing her the stuff.

"No, it's okay. It's my fault," The girl said, voice shy.

The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her hair and she looked at Josie nervously.

"My names, Josie," Josie introduced, holding out her hand.

The girl shook it. "Mines, Davina."

Josie felt herself start with surprise, but she managed to keep her face from reacting.

"Nice to meet you, Davina."

"You too," Davina replied, softly.

Davina spoke again as if just realizing something. "Y-you're not human," Then, her eyes widened. "I-I don't mean-"

"Hey, hey," Josie calmed. "It's okay. I'm not upset. I get it, you're a witch."

She relaxed. "If I can ask, what are you? I can't get a clear read."

Josie stared at her in surprise.

Does the witch side of her mask what she was? That's interesting. And useful.

"I'm a heretic," Josie answered, calmly.

Then started, she didn't want to say that.

It wasn't smart that she and Lizzie have been telling everyone what they were.

Although, their bio-coven didn't want anyone to know the existence of their kind, and seeing as Josie and Lizzie held the Gemini Coven in contempt, it was the number one way to screw them over.

Wait, she'd never thought that. Those were Lizzie's thoughts on the matter. The bond must be completely open again.

Relief spread through Josie like a wildfire. Thank god, Lizzie was okay.

Then Josie felt a splash of panic.

She just revealed the existence of Heretics to a  young witch that probably was in good relations with the witches of New Orleans.

Oops. Seriously, Lizzie? She just had to open the bond at the worst time.

Typically the bond didn't influence the twin's decisions or thought process, except in the periods of time when it opens up again after being blocked, as it took the twins a little bit of time to reorganize their emotions as their own.

The bond allowed feelings and impressions to pass through, not exact thoughts, at least not yet.

Recently the bond had been getting stronger. They didn't know why, but they weren't complaining.

"What's a heretic?" Davina asked, bring Josie back to the real world.

"Umm, hybrid," Josie replied, shortly.

She shouldn't reveal much more.

"Hybrid of what?" Davina asked, curious.

It was obvious to Josie that the girl wasn't a danger but she knew how easy it was to manipulate young teenage girls.

After all, she was one herself.

And she knew that the ancestor witches here would be asking Davina questions about Lizzie and her.

So she had to be careful of what she said.

"A vampire hybrid," Josie replied.

"You're a vampire?" Davina asked in surprise. She was probably brainwashed to think all vampires were bad.

"Yeah, turned four months ago," Josie said.

"Four months ago?" Davina repeated in shock. "How old are you?"

"17," Josie replied.

"You're a few years older than me," Davina said, looking surprised.

"How old are you?" Josie asked.

"15." Davina answered.

A/N: Davina was born either 1994 or 1995 but I don't want her to be 14. So for the purpose of the story, I'm making her born in 1994. You'll see why.

"So what are you doing in New Orleans?' Davina asked.

Josie was surprised Davina wasn't running off to hang out with other witches instead of staying here with her. Although, Davina did seem shy.

Maybe she didn't have that many friends.

"I have some business here, or well, my sister does," Josie replied.

"You have a sister? Is she like you?" Davina asked.

"Yep, she's my twin," Josie explained.

Davina's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What's it like having a twin?"

"Amazing. You know you always have someone to count on, no matter what," Josie said.

Davina looked down. "I wish I had a twin or in the very least, a sibling. My mom is always with the rest of our coven and is very controlling of m,"" She said.

"I'm sorry," Josie said.

"No, it's okay. My mom just wants me to be ready for the harvest," Davina shrugged.

"Harvest?" Josie repeated, recognizing what it was.

And Davina noticed the reaction.

"What? What is it? Do you know about the harvest? My coven doesn't tell us a lot about it," Davina said, looking at her, confused by Josie's reaction.

"I know about it and what happens," Josie said slowly. Hope had told her a story of the harvest.

Sacrifice. It was a fucking sacrifice.

"What happens?" Davina asked, excitedly. But the smile on her face disappeared when she noticed the somber look on Josie's face. "What wrong?"

Josie hesitated but Davina gave her puppy dog eyes. "It's a sacrifice."

"What?" Davina exclaimed in shock. "No, they wouldn't. They said all that would happen is they would cut our palms...it's not a sacrifice," She denied.

But then she looked up and met Josie's honest eyes and knew she wasn't lying.

Tears filled Davina's eyes. "They're going to kill me. My mom was preparing me for slaughter."

Josie's eye's softened and she pulled the younger girl into a hug.

"Hey, it doesn't have to happen if you don't want it to," Josie whispered. "You can leave."

"No, I can't," Davina replied into Josie's shoulder. "If I leave, I can't do magic anymore."

"There has to be a way to disconnect you from your ancestor's magic," Josie said.

Davina pulled back, wiping her eyes. "Even if there was, I wouldn't know the first thing to do."

Josie stared at her for a moment. "My sister and I are vampire-witch hybrids, we might be able to find a way to break your connection to the ancestors."

Davina looked up at the older girl in shock. "I-I don't k-know what t-to say," She whispered, shakily. "If...if I did that, where will I go?"

"You could come with my sister and me when we return to where we're from," Josie suggested.

"Really?" Davina asked, staring at Josie with hope. She really didn't want to die. She's barely lived.

"Yes," Josie answered.

"Ok," Davina said, nodding her head. She was afraid but her instincts were telling her this was her only chance. "Can I warn my friend Monique?"

"How about you wait until we're leaving that way if she ends up warning the other witches, we can be gone before they stop us?" Josie suggested.

"Yea, I can do that," Davina agreed, seeing the logic in the suggestion. "What should I do now?"

"How about you go home and grab your stuff. I'll give you my phone number and text you the address of the hotel we're staying at."

"I can do that," Davina said.

The two went their separate ways and Josie bought a few souvenirs real quickly, before leaving the shop to find the others.

She spotted them in the distance with Marcel. They turned as she approached.

Enzo narrowed his eyes, smelling the air.

"Why do I smell tears, beautiful?" Enzo questioned, and the others looked her over in alarm.

"They're not mine," Josie replied, only partially lying.

"Then, whose are they?" Stefan asked.

"Umm, a teenage witch that may or may not be coming home with us," Josie answered.

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

"I give up," Enzo said, running a hand over his face.

Stefan was silent. "How many more strays are you and your sister going to collect?" He wondered.

Enzo gave Stefan an offended look, before realizing it was the truth.

"We're not collecting strays," Josie disagreed.

"Uh-huh," Enzo said, raising his eyebrows. "Sure, you're not."

Marcel was silent as he watched the exchange.

"Kid, are you saying that you are essentially taking an underaged witch from this city?" Marcel inquired.

"Yeah," Josie said, not seeing a problem.

"With their parent's permission?" Marcel asked.

"Well seeing as said parent is planning on sacrificing their daughter when she turns 16, I'd say her judgment is a little flawed," Josie shrugged.

Stefan choked on his spit, while Enzo's mouth dropped open.

Marcel stared at her in disbelief.

"And no, I am not exaggerating," Josie said. "I suggest you start looking into a thing called the harvest, Marcel. I think you may find it interesting."

"The stray is welcomed," Stefan stated after he stopped choking.

"She's not a stray," Josie muttered. "Anyway, I told her to meet us at the hotel. When my sister gets back, we're going to do a spell to release her from the ancestors."

"What?" Stefan and Enzo asked in unison.

"It's complicated," Josie said.

"What are we doing?" A voice asked from behind.

Josie turned to see Lizzie standing behind her, smirking.

On Lizzie's right, there was a woman who Josie recognized instantly.

"Oh my god," Josie's mouth felt like it was on the ground. Because there stood Freya Mikaelson.

Who happened to be staring at Josie in amusement.

"Whoa," Enzo whispered in awe from behind.

"Let me guess, another stray?" Stefan asked.

Freya raised a single eyebrow at Stefan. While Lizzie gave Stefan an affronted look.

"Hey! That's my thing!" Lizzie exclaimed.

"Not anymore it isn't. Besides two strays in one day? You guys really don't stop," Stefan said.

"Two?" Lizzie muttered, confused. Then her eyes widened. "Josie, who did you find?"

"Davina Claire. She is coming with us to Mystic Falls because she doesn't want to be sacrificed," Josie said.

Lizzie looked at Josie in surprise before blinking. "I don't blame her."

"Sacrifice? What is this sacrifice you speak of?" Freya asked.

"It's something that the witches of New Orleans do every 300 years that involves sacrificing their youth for power," Josie explained.

Freya's eyes darkened in anger. "That is barbaric."

"Yeah, which is why I warned Davina and now she's coming with us," Josie explained. "But, Lizzie, we're going to have to find a spell to free Davina from the ancestors."

"Ok," Lizzie nodded in agreement.

"I wish to help," Freya spoke up.

Josie smiled at her. "Thank you, we could really use the help."

Freya inclined her head in acknowledgment.

Then, Josie glanced over at Marcel, who was looking at his phone.

"Marcel?" Josie asked.

He looked up. "I have to go. There are some problems with some newborn vampires acting up."

"Anything we can help with?" Lizzie asked.

Marcel shook his head. "No, I will be able to handle it. You kids, be safe. Text me if you have any problems."

The twins exchanged a look.

"Yes, dad," They said in unison.

Marcel rolled his eyes in amusement before speeding away.

Out of the corner of Josie's eyes, she saw Lizzie nodding pointedly at something.

She turned to see Enzo kissing Freya's hand.

"Hello, love," Enzo greeted. "Your eyes are stunning..."

Stefan coughed to cover his laugh and so did the twins. Enzo shot them a glare.

Freya stared at Enzo in amusement. "Thank you...?"

"Lorenzo St. John but you, love, may call me, Enzo," He introduced himself.

"My name is Freya Mikaelson," There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

"What is happening?" Lizzie wondered, staring at the scene.

"I don't know," Josie answered, staring as well.

Both Enzo and Stefan paused. "Mikaelson?" They asked in unison, turning to the twins.

"Yep," Lizzie nodded.

"She's the eldest," Josie explained. The two guys exchanged look before just shrugging as they accepted the fact that one of the most powerful beings on the planet was right in front of them.

"Shouldn't we be headed to the hotel to meet Josie's stray?" Stefan asked.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot, let's go," Josie said.

They headed back to the hotel and in front of the building sat a girl.

Stefan went still seeing her. "Is that Davina?"

"Yeah, why?" Josie asked.

"No reason," He said, shaking his head. Although, his eyes stayed locked on the girl.

Stefan led the group and Davina looked up, eyes widening as she saw them all.

When her eye's landed on Stefan, a blush immediately formed.

Josie narrowed her eyes at the reaction.

Stefan held out a hand to help her up. She took it blushing.

"Hi," Stefan greeted, kindly.

"Hi."

"My name is Stefan," He introduced. Then he started pointing to the others. "That's Lizzie, Josie's twin. That's Enzo, he's a vampire. And that's Freya, she's a witch."

"Mine is Davina," Then she blushed embarrassed. "But you already knew that."

Stefan smiled in amusement and the two stared into each other's eyes as if in a trance.

"Well, this is interesting," Lizzie commented. That snapped the two out of whatever that was.

Lizzie moved forward. "How about we head inside so we can get rid of your connection to your ancestors?" She suggested, clapping her hands together.

Davina's face instantly lit up and she nodded excitedly.

"Alright," Josie said, "follow us."

The group started to head up the apartment, then Lizzie paused.

"We're gonna need another car," She said in realization.

Enzo's head shot up excitedly. "I call driving that car."

"No!" Stefan, Josie, and Lizzie all shouted.

"Why not?" He pouted.

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--I just added this because I find this adorable---