𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 — the rampage

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀 had awoken she had called for Ophelia. She didn't want to see Marcel and she had threatened to burn Klaus alive if came anywhere near her... to be completely honest, Ophelia was certain she'd burn any of the vampires within the compound to a pile of ashes without blinking.

Ophelia had entered the room with a small, sad smile; she knew Davina wouldn't be happy with what she did, but she hoped the girl would see sense and be accepting that at least Timothy would live. Ophelia made the little witch promise to stay completely silent until she had finished explaining everything; why she sent Timothy away.

Davina hadn't quite stuck by her word, her unruly magic lit the candles in the room and a crack appeared in the mirror opposite her bed but Ophelia continued on despite the interruption. Her heart shattered at the sight of the young witch squeezing her eyes shut as salty tears rolled down her flustered cheeks. 

"I didn't get to say goodbye." Davina choked, her throat tightening at the thought of never seeing the young boy again. The thought was unbearable; he was the only thing left from her normal life, the only thing she had to remember what her life had been like before her family betrayed her.

"He wrote you a letter, here." Ophelia held out the pristine piece of paper, a single fold through the center that was left undisturbed. She didn't read it, not even a peek.

Davina's shaky fingers reached out and lightly closed around the folded paper. Her eyes were still filled with unshed tears that made her sea-green iris's glisten with utter heartbreak. She unfolded the paper, her eyes scanning the cursive words that Timothy had written just for her. She sniffled, more tears rolling off her cheeks. 

A sob broke through her lips, "He said... he said to not be mad at you, that you were doing what's best for me and him... for his family." she laughed through her tears, "He said he loved me. That even though he won't remember me, he'll always miss me."

Ophelia reached out a hesitant hand, unsure if Davina wanted to be alone, or if she'd even want to be anywhere near the siphon at all. But her small hand didn't move. She let Ophelia grasp it with a light squeeze before the waterworks started back up and the young girl flung herself at the older brunette.

Ophelia immediately wrapped her arms around the witch as she sobbed, "It's not fair."

"I know sweetheart..." Ophelia whispered, "It's not. Neither of you deserved this."

"I hate him. Klaus — I hate him so much. This is all his fault!"

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The few days that followed were full of Davina causing a racket; every time anyone entered her bedroom vases would fly and shatter into walls, she'd scream her throat hoarse and banish anyone who tried to talk to her, apart from Ophelia and Rebekah. 

Though, she had managed to allow Elijah in just once, to deliver an old book of simpler spells seeing as Ophelia had almost ordered him to make up for manipulating the little witch.

Ophelia often spent her time split between visiting Davina and trying to make the young girl happy, but that constant sadness and rage in her eyes never seemed to fade. Other days, the siphon would simply play her piano, beautiful notes flying through the compound that even the vampires who held a dislike for what she was couldn't help but appreciate. 

Klaus had tried to talk to her, but of course, in typical Ophelia fashion, she would ignore him, acting as if the man was nothing but a fly on the wall; a nuisance. 

Rebekah would join the girls in Davina's bedroom, flicking through magazines to see if Davina wanted an upgraded wardrobe. The blonde original would also slouch on the siphons bed as Ophelia played away at the regal instrument, hollering out requests here and there as well as her praise. She'd also try and convince Ophelia to trust Elijah with her past, but whilst the siphon and the noble original had grown a little closer in the couple of days, she just wasn't comfortable enough.

As for Elijah, he would invite the siphon to join him in his office, scouring through books and journals to see what the large drawing of Celeste could possibly mean, what kind of an omen it may have been. There wasn't anything they could find, and for a couple of days, it was something the two of them kept between themselves; hoping that they could solve it.

The two of them had managed to completely bypass any of the prior awkwardness that had somehow built up between them, things were easy. Conversations flowed and as it was before; they trusted one another. Elijah himself had apologized to Davina for manipulating the girl, he explained that it was something he needed to do to save his niece and though Davina's voice was hard and guarded, she accepted his apology.

Finally, the siphon and the suited original had decided to share their findings with the rest of the family. Ophelia, Elijah and Hayley were all surrounding the drawing as Elijah relayed the information he knew about witches to the pregnant wolf, 

"The Italians call them strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them häxa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There's never been one all-powerful witch until Davina."

Ophelia listened intently; her legs folded beneath her from her seat beside the original. His voice was captivating and the siphon found herself hanging onto his every velvet laced word. Though, of course, all peacefulness had to eventually end.

The siphon rolled her eyes as Klaus sashayed his way inside the office, acting as if the deeds he'd committed against the children just days ago had never happened. "Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection." his eyes that held constant mischief danced over the drawing, "Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil, according to our volatile artist in residence."

"Yes. Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over two hundred years. I don't understand. Why all these sketches now?"

"Why does any witch do anything?"

Ophelia leaned back against the couch as she scanned over the picture again, it was odd, how on earth could someone who had died so long ago be the cause of 'evil', as Davina put it? Her eyes that shone like honey as the light from the window basked over her moved over to Hayley. The expression the wolf held was one that made her seem nervous. Her eyes would dart from the drawing to Elijah to Ophelia herself, her fingers would twitch and every time Celeste's name was mentioned.

A loud bang echoed from what Ophelia assumed was Davina's bedroom; Marcel must have been trying to deliver lunch again. The little witch wouldn't allow the vampire anywhere near her, his betrayal ran deep.

"Well, that's going well." Klaus grinned.

"You know, your commentary isn't needed, nor appreciated." Ophelia muttered from her seat, "Silence suits you far better."

Klaus narrowed his eyes, the siphon copying his actions as if daring him to try anything and before either could speak, Elijah took the moment to scold his brother, "If you were trying to win the girl's trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea."

The hybrid rolled his eyes at his brother. "Oh. Are there any more inopportune deaths you'd like to wave in my face?"

"Give me a month." Elijah responded, heavy sarcasm in his tone that made Ophelia's lips curl, "I'll get you list."

"Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass."

"Much like you. Just... in general, hm?" Ophelia once again snarked with a mock innocent smile.

"Listen, love, I get that you're angry-"

"No, no. I'm calm. You haven't seen me truly angry. See, when I'm angry I do things that rival even your greatest atrocities, so, keep talking, and perhaps you'll witness them first hand." her head tilted slightly, her loose curls falling from her shoulder, "Or you could go and make sure that Davina doesn't kill Marcel... because I'm not in the mood to stop her."

Elijah rose a brow at his brother, silently telling him to simply comply with the siphon. It was better than having either of them angry. God knows Klaus would rampage and Ophelia would probably fulfill her promise of burning the city to ashes.

"Fine." The hybrid huffed as he slammed his hands on the armrests of the seat he had occupied, pushing himself up before pointing towards her, "I've already apologized to Davina, I'll have you know."

"Hm, and how did that go?"

He said nothing. Davina had flicked out a hand and threw him around the room in a similar manner to what she had done to Rebekah back in the attic. Without a word, but with a harsh look, Klaus left the room.

"You enjoyed that immensely, didn't you?" Elijah spoke in amusement.

Ophelia turned her head back to him, shifting on the couch so that she was facing his direction. A grin slowly made its way to her face. She did enjoy pissing Klaus off, teasing him. The man wasn't used to t and his reactions thoroughly entertained her, "How'd you know?"

"Because you're you."

"Thank you for elaborating."

"You're quite welcome."

Hayley's eyes darted between the two as if watching a ping-pong ball. That was how it always was when in their presence. Short, snappy and snarky, though also filled with fondness. Ophelia made it seem as if it were easy to fit in with the originals. 

Klaus, despite her relentless mockery, well he liked the woman and was genuinely trying to apologize, she just wouldn't have it... not without letting him suffer for a little while first. Rebekah and Ophelia were like sisters; the atmosphere whenever the two were together just made you happy, ready to join in on whatever they were talking about.

But Ophelia and Elijah's relationship was what the wolf was most envious of; easy conversation, comfort and tough neither would give in to it — love. It was all she had ever wanted. 

"Elijah?" The wolf called out, a slight shake to her tone; one that Ophelia caught onto. "There's something you need to know."

Before Hayley could even utter another syllable, the ground started to rumble and a beat later, the entire compound shook violently. Books flew from their shelves and tumbled to the floor in a heap. The glass chandeliers rattled above their heads and Ophelia had to grab onto Elijah's arm to steady herself as she stood to move from beneath one, not quite wanting to risk having one fall onto her head.

Ophelia, followed by Elijah and Hayley, raced out to the balcony that overlooked the courtyard, her hands latching around the wooden railing to keep herself steady. The vampires below looked just as confused as everyone else as the tables they sat at shook violently, though Ophelia knew there was only one explanation. It must have been Davina.

Rebekah rushed into the courtyard, a blur of blonde following her before she called up to the group above, "What the hell is going on?"

Ophelia looked over to where Klaus and Marcel stood, having exited Davina's bedroom. She caught the hybrids cerulean eyes and he gave her a soft nod, confirming her theory, causing the siphon to grit her teeth, "It's Davina."

Ophelia's hand darted to her hair, pushing it back in her worry for the young witch. Ophelia could certainly siphon the girl, but there was no way that she'd be able to take in the power of four witches. That much power was not meant to be held inside of anybody, plus, even if she did siphon it, it wouldn't be removed completely; all she could hope to do was siphon enough to lessen the ground shaking quakes.

"I'll stay with her, see if I can help her get it under control." She spoke in a rush, brushing by Hayley and Klaus as she entered the bedroom that belonged to the witch as the earthquake finally came to a standstill. 

Neither of them stopped her, knowing that if anyone could calm the young girl who shook the entire compound, it would be Ophelia.

Davina had passed out, her forehead covered in a sheen of sweat as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Ophelia settled herself on the bed, her eyes darting to the pile of dirt at the foot of the bed as she did. What the hell had happened?

The siphon reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from Davina's head. Her lips formed a tight smile as the witch's eyes slowly fluttered open, "Ophelia?" she called out, her throat struggling to push the words out.

"I'm here."

"I didn't mean to... I — I don't know what's wrong with me"

"It's okay." Ophelia soothed as she shifted to fold her legs beneath her, pulling Davina's head into her lap as carefully as she could, "It's okay, we'll fix this. You'll be okay."

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Every so often the young witch that rested in Ophelia's lap would gasp, her hands flying to grip at her bedsheets as she coughed and choked on her own breath. Each time, the ground would shake, things would fly off shelves and break all throughout the compound. It was getting stronger.

Rebekah had entered the room an hour or so after Ophelia; as it turned out, Elijah had gone to fetch Sophie to see if she had any idea what was happening with the Harvest girl. Rebekah relayed the information she had gathered from the meddlesome witch; Davina's power was growing more and more out of control because she wasn't meant to have it. 

The magic was meant to flow through Davina and back into the earth. One person was never meant to hold that much power... it was tearing her apart. Earth was the first stage, the first warning, then wind, water and fire. Each stage would grow stronger than the last, building up forceful winds, tragic floods and eventually, fire would ravage the city.

"They want to complete the Harvest," Rebekah spoke causing Davina to widen her eyes in panic.

Ophelia placed her hands on the girl's shoulders to stop her from sitting up, and though she seemed outwardly calm, the thought of handing her over to the witches to be sacrificed was tearing at her. There was no way in hell that Ophelia would let them take her.

"The witches say you'll be resurrected." The original continued. The way she spoke, to Ophelia anyway, seemed as if she wasn't just relaying information, it sounded more like she wanted Davina to participate in the Harvest.

"They're liars! They'll say anything to get what they want. Just like Marcel. Just like you!"

"Davina, you may think that I don't care about you, but you're wrong. I know what it's like to have your life stripped away from you because of other people's bad decisions. How do you think I became a vampire?"

Somehow, Ophelia had never really thought about that. She knew that the Mikaelson's were the first vampires of existence... but she had never truly thought about how they came into existence. It was a story passed through her family that it was in fact a witch that had turned them, but Ophelia never one-hundred percent trusted anything her family had ever said to her.

Rebekah sighed upon seeing the look on Davina's face. The young witch would never agree to the Harvest, that much was certain. But they needed her to calm down; the more her emotions spiked, the worse the earthquake. The blonde, from inside her jacket pocket, pulled out a syringe and moved closer to the girls on the bed.

"Beks? What is that?" Ophelia called out warily.

"The more upset Davina becomes, the faster she'll deteriorate. I compelled up some sedative."

Davina began to thrash, fear in her eyes as she stared at the sharp needle in the blonde's hand. Ophelia tried her best to keep the girl still, grasping her cheeks in her hands, "Davina! I promise you I will not let them do the Harvest. I'll stay by your side, but we need you to be calm; the sedative will help you sleep... I'll be the first face you see when you wake up, I promise you."

"You swear?"

"I swear, Davina. I won't lose you, I can't."

The young witch's sea-green eyes darted to Rebekah and though fear bubbled within her stomach and flooded her twisting and twirling veins. She seemed somewhat calmer on the outside, but clearly that didn't matter; the terror the girl felt inside was enough to whip up a strong wind.

Outside, the winds howled and shattered the compound's windows, glass spraying everywhere and Ophelia directed her attention to the original, "Rebekah, now."

Rebekah nodded and finally injected the little witch with the sedative. They waited with bated breath as Davina's eyes rolled to the back of her head, finally slipping into unconsciousness. 

Ophelia could hear the winds outside begin to slow, the shutters that were smacking against whatever remained of the windows paused with a creak and the rattling of the compound finally stopped and Ophelia could only hope that calming Davina would be enough. There wasn't a single chance that the Harvest was happening. 

She wasn't going to lose Davina.

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20-01-2021