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Hey guys, so I'm incredibly sorry about the wait. Life has been crazy and I've mostly lost motivation for this story. I really really want to continue it, but at the moment I have absolutely 0 inspiration.

So, that said, I want you guys' help with a couple things, you can comment or message me your responses to these questions and from there I can try and pray that my muse will help with the rest. (PS: I 100% what Sara is, so don't worry about any of that.)

1) Do we still want Nik and Hayley to have a one night stand and have a baby? Do we still want a baby? Should I try to do it some other way?

2) Instead of Nik, should Sara and Elijah be able to have a baby (because of what she is, she can type thing).

3) Some sort of mystical pregnancy between Klaus and Sara? (Maybe magic made them do it, or maybe the elementals made the baby without any 'doing the nasty')

Chapter 29

The following day was one of the longest either of them had experienced. That night they barely slept, both anxious to leave and ensure their friend was safe. At 5am the following morning, almost exactly 24 hours since Davina's vision, they were both getting in the car, ready to leave. Marcel had spent the previous hour barking at his men, hurrying them along. Everything needed packing up and the compound needed securing before he could leave.

In all his years as King, he had never left New Orleans; he had no need to leave. Any urge he felt to travel was sated by living vicariously through his Queen.

The scenery and towns flew by in a meaningless blur. Neither passenger cared for any of the sights they passed. It was as if the world around them was obsolete. Thy flew along the road at speeds higher than many deemed safe or possible, as the King had stolen one of his Queen's cars. By such, they arrived in Chicago 10 hours after departing New Orleans; four hours faster than the average travel time.

Their first stop was a gas station to get a map of the city.

Now, Davina's magic was dwindling from being so far from the ancestral graveyard of her people. If it had been any other witch their magic would have been long gone, but his little witch was far stronger.

Davina repeated the spell she had done in New Orleans, only now she was using a map of Chicago. It took her a few tries, but, once she calmed herself and focused on both the elementals and the natural magic all around her, she was able to track the raven-haired witch to an opulent part of town. Davina had narrowed it down to an area spanning a few houses, whence they matched the magic with a satellite view of that area.

Where ever Sara was staying, all Davina knew was that, she was surrounded by money. That had been one of her first thoughts upon entering the neighbourhood the spell had led them too.

They decided quickly to separate and approach each of the gates, with their video access and security panels, on their own. There were just too many mansions for them to go together, and they were feeling the effects of time as if it were weighing them down.

Davina slowly approached the first gate and buzzed the intercom. "Yes?" A masculine voice asked form the other side.

"Um, I was wondering if Sarafina was there?" Davina was sheepish and trying her very best not to show it. However, the nervous movement of pushing her hair behind her ear and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet coupled with the quiver in her voice gave her away.

There was a short pause. "No, there's no-one by that name here."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must be at the wrong house."

"Yes, ma'am."

Davina waved at the camera. "Have a good day." Her heart sank checking her phone. There was no call from Marcel, so he wasn't fairing much better that her. She approached the next mansion, taking note of the large wrought iron gate. It had a familiar M shaped symbol on it, that the young witch couldn't quite place, but it brought her hope nonetheless. Again, she repeated the motion of buzzing the intercom.

"Yes?" A rather curt voice demanded.

The attitude directed her way did nothing to quell her nerves and fears. "Uh, is there a Sarafina Salvatore there?"

There was a distinct sound of shuffling on the other end of the line before a direct, British voice answered her. "And what would you want with Ms. Salvatore?"

The weight being removed from the poor girl's heart was evident even across the grainy security footage. It made Kol wonder exactly what the beautiful, young brunette wanted with his Sara. He had never seen her before, nor had he heard his best friend speak of any young girls.

His answer came in the sound of her voice. "I really need to see her, could you maybe call her for me? She hasn't been answering her phone. I was worried."

Kol thought about it for the briefest moment. Not only would he get to bother Elijah, but his curiosity would be sated. "One moment."

The youngest male Mikaelson flashed out of the room and up the stairs. He burst through the door without the decorum to knock.

He stopped suddenly seeing the very compromising position that his brother and his best friend were in. Although, his entire being ran cold seeing the utter fear and confusion upon their faces. His emotions came to match theirs when he noticed the blood on her lips.

"Um, brother? Sara?" Their focus shifted entirely to Kol as his voice wretched them from their own state of befuddlement.

Sara was the first to regain her composure. She was quite used to oddities in her life; this was not the first or last time something insane would happen to her. "Yes Kol?"

Kol shook his head and focused on the ceiling. "There is a young girl looking for you, darling. Brown hair, heart-shaped face…"

Kol needed not finish his sentence as Sara was jumping from the bed, blanket wrapped around herself. She magically, and wordlessly, turned it into a loose, flow dress and ran from the room.

Sara ran right from her room, down the hall, down the stairs, through the main floor and out the front door. Ignoring the whole way, the eyes of the house's inhabitants. The drive was long and the pathway was cobblestone, yet somehow she didn't falter. Her stride was long and her footing sure as she flew down the drive. Behind the wrought-iron gate was Davina. One look at her face and Sarafina's pace increased substantially. The young raven haired beauty was lightning fast.

Her mind was racing through the possible reason for why her friend would be here, and further more if she was alone. There was an immense danger to this visit and Sara was honestly unsure as to wether it was made worse if Marcel was there or not. On one hand the young witch was certifiably insane if she happened to escape the Quarter and search her out on without Marcel, however on the other hand the notion of both the New Orleans natives being around the Originals was just as troublesome.

The gates flew open with barely a thought from the running Salvatore. Her pace barely slowed as she practically tackled the younger girl onto the grass surrounding the driveway.

Smiles lit both of their faces, but it did nothing to ease the worry of those that had followed her out of the mansion.

"Davina, tell me you're not here alone?" Sara asked, concern evident in her voice. Rolling off the girl, she started to right herself.

Pushing up into a seated position and taking the hand offered by the woman she thought of as a mentor, Davina answered her question, "No. He's around here somewhere."

Before Sara could continue to question the young witch, Rebekah interjected a query of her own, "Excuse me, but who the bloody hell are you?"

Two head's of hair turned quickly at the question, one black and one brown. Neither girl had noticed the crowd they'd gathered. Davina's answer was halted by the warm and dainty hand placed on her arm. She knew to let the other woman handle it.

After everything she'd heard of the family in front of her, she knew that they were indeed temperamental and protective of what they deemed as family.

And Sarafina Salvatore? Well, she was obviously family.

Sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, the newest member of the Original Family thought of how to proceed. And she was indeed part of the family, the mating that had occurred between her and Elijah had been the supernatural version of marriage. Her mind briefly wondered whether he would want her to change her name, and what he father would think of that.

Kol clearing his throat drew her back to the present. He always did know when her mind wandered.

"You see- Well- When I went away, I was in New Orleans. Where I have a somewhat permanent home, with my close friend." Her eyes flickered around, very distracted wondering where Marcela was, and hoping he didn't show up just yet. "He introduced me to this young witch that he had saved from the Harvest." Her eyes moved to Kol. "You remember the harvest Kol, right?" Without waiting for a reply she continued. "So that's how I met Davina. I've been helping her with her magic."

Kol was most interested in the idea of someone surviving a Harvest and what it could mean for both her and the city they had built, as well as it's witches. His eyes scanned over the young girl, though she was not much younger than he had been when he was turned.

His dark eyes, noticed how she shifted almost in perceivably, like she wasn't quite comfortable in her skin.

Rebekah however was more focused on Sara. Her eyes were shifting around too much to be coincidence. The woman was scanning for someone, whomever had accompanied the witch. "Who are you looking for?" She asked, most of the normal iciness in her tone, gone.

Not getting the chance to explain or respond, was probably going to make the foreseeable future, much harder, but the raven haired mystery knew that that was the outcome as she heard her friend's district foot steps approaching.

Motioning to the side he was coming from, she spoke, "Him."

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed.

Again, I am so sorry about my inability to update, and please let me know what you think of the questions above.

-Nicole