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"So what?" Elena frowned. "You're going to keep us in here?"

"I can't let you go so you can tell the witches where to find me." Davina crossed her arms.

"You let Kol and Rebekah go," Elijah pointed out.

"They'll wake up in a few hours knowing only that they saw you; they won't remember where." Her eyes flickered between them. "What were they doing here?"

"Probably looking for me," Elena felt heat creep into her cheeks. She should have waited for Kol to get back, but the thought of potentially finding him had overtaken her and then she hadn't been able to stop herself from running in to help when she thought Davina was in trouble. "A friend of mine did a locator spell to try and find Elijah. The church was one of the locations she came back with."

"Miss Bennett?" Elijah guessed.

"Kol sent her one of the daggers and a bag of my blood," Elena nodded, "and she located every Mikaelson in New Orleans." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a slip of paper.

"Some of these are crossed out," Davina eyed the picture.

"Process of elimination," Elena bit her bottom lip. "I was at the house with her, and together we located everyone we knew."

Elijah didn't need to ask who she had worked with.

The raucous Kol had made with the door told him she had garnered the full protection of his youngest brother and the grudging protection of his sister. There was no way either of them would have let her journey into the city alone knowing who she was and whose children she carried, but Hayley probably wouldn't have been concerned about anyone targeting Elena. That, or she had been unable to stop Elena from leaving the mansion; it wasn't like Hayley could walk into the French Quarter herself.

"Why is it you're hiding from the witches, Davina?" Elijah frowned. He swallowed and ran his tongue over the roof of his dry mouth.

"They want to complete the Harvest," Davina turned her attention to a small table covered in drawings. She picked up a small paintbrush and twirled it between her fingers as she talked. "They had us all preparing for months before four of us were chosen. They said it would be an honour."

Davina balanced the brush on the tip of her finger and exhaled slowly, watching the thin wood tip back and forth in an unseen wind while remaining in place. Ever since the night in the cemetery her emotions had been in the same state as the brush; she was constantly being pushed back and forth from one emotional extreme to the other, but she didn't dare let her emotions take over completely. If the brush were to fall there would be a horrible mess to clean up: paint, glass, or blood.

She breathed slowly to try and control herself. The last thing she wanted was to have an emotional outburst with a pregnant woman in the room.

"They said our participation would bring our family health, strength… that we'd forever be celebrated as saviours of the community." The brush tipped violently to the left.

Elena bit her bottom lip and took a subconscious step closer to Elijah; her breath came a little easier when she felt his hand on the small of her back. The tips of his fingers ghosted over her hip and helped her find her voice.

"What is the Harvest, Davina?" Elena frowned at the brush when Davina turned back around.

"It's a ritual to strengthen the community's tie to the ancestors," Davina inhaled. Her voice was low when she looked up and met their eyes. A small part of her said it was foolish to tell them everything, but it had been a long time since she'd had someone to talk to and there was something about Elena that made her comfortable.

"The witches are liars," she exhaled in a rush. "All they wanted was more power, and now they're running out of time."

"What do you mean?" Elijah's eyes narrowed.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping," she tilted her head. "If they don't complete the Harvest there won't be a Reaping. They're desperate because if they don't complete it they'll start to lose their power and eventually cease to be witches all together."

"And what does it take to complete the ritual?" Elijah slid his fingers back and forth over Elena's hip; tiny jolts of energy ran up his arm at the contact.

Elena took him by surprise by being the one to answer.

"She has to die."

Marcel strode into the church with a little more force than was strictly necessary and sauntered down the aisle towards Kieran. He tilted his head when he got close to the priest and looked down to the floor.

"Well, well, well," he smirked, "what do we have here?"

"Looks like an Original to me," Diego cocked an eyebrow.

"Two," Marcel's eyes found Kol. A mixture of anger and fear pierced his heart; a by-product of his childhood and a rendition of Macbeth better suited to nightmares.

"I don't really care what they are," Kieran glared at Marcel. "I want them out of here."

"I don't have the means to hold an Original, much less two of them," Marcel shook his head.

"I thought you were already holding one," Diego frowned.

"He came into my possession in a different fashion," Marcel pointed to the unconscious vampires on the floor, "these two will be awake soon enough."

"Klaus doesn't need to know that."

"Nobody's checked in yet?" Caroline twisted slightly to squeeze between the sweaty bodies of a tour group. She cringed at the smell of rising body odor and focused her attention on Hayley.

"I've heard nothing. You're the first to call."

"How long does it take to search a church?" She pushed her hair behind her ear.

"I caught a glimpse of it the night I was in town. It's not exactly small."

"Fair point," Caroline dipped into an alley and leaned against the cool bricks. "Call me if they get back?"

"Sure."

She hung up the phone when Klaus joined her. There was a slight frown on his face when he answered his own cell phone.

"Marcellus."

"You won't believe who I found skulking around places they don't belong."

"I do despise guessing games," Klaus braced his arm against the bricks, "so why don't you just tell me."

"The sister I asked you to keep in line…"

"I told you once that I'd have better luck of draining the Mississippi with a straw."

Caroline covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laugh.

"That's becoming increasingly clear."

She could hear the short laugh on the other end of the line and what sounded like something heavy being dragged.

"Your brother, though… I had no idea he was in town. So nice of you to tell me."

"You know how siblings are," Klaus smirked, "can't take them anywhere. And Kol's always had a mind of his own. He comes and goes as he pleases. I didn't think to mention it because I figured he'd tire of New Orleans and be long gone before you caught wind of him. Why worry your nightwalkers with news of a fourth Original in the city limits?"

"Now, you see, the thing is word has already spread."

Caroline saw when something dark passed through Klaus' eyes and made a small wager with herself about how much time Marcel had left to live. She could hear the threat so clear in his voice.

"Obviously I can't give him back now."

"Kol and Rebekah will be let go," Klaus pressed a finger to Caroline's lips when it looked like she was going to protest.

She glared at him.

"The moment they wake up and forget what they know they'll be released from the compound."

"Wonderful," Klaus smiled tightly. "I'll pick them up in a few hours."

Caroline shoved his hand away when he hung up the phone.

"What about Elijah?"

"Kol and Rebekah were searching the final location for Elena. The fact that they are now in the possession of Marcel tells me a certain teenage witch might be in residence." He offered her an arm and stepped out onto the street in the direction of the church. "Call the Bennett witch and see if she's made progress in unlinking Hayley."

"What do you mean she has to die?" Elijah's eyes snapped from Elena to Davina. "You have to die?"

"That's the whole Harvest part," Davina shrugged. She caught the paintbrush against her palm. "They said they were going to put us in a state of… peaceful limbo."

She bent her knees and perched on the small white chair.

"It was part of the offering," she toyed with the hem of her skirt. "Later at the Reaping we were to be reborn. I got as far as limbo, so the Harvest isn't complete. That's why all the witches are freaking out."

And manipulating an Original by threatening the life of an unborn child, Elena glanced over her shoulder to Elijah.

"The Reaping is around the corner and if they don't finish the Harvest all of their magic will drain away. I just have to wait it out." Davina's eyes lit up. "I'll be free and normal."

"You really want to be normal?" Elena sat on the side of the bed as Elijah took the other chair.

"Don't you?" Davina countered, turning to the brunette.

"Honestly," Elena ran her thumb over her stomach, "I don't think I know what normal is anymore."

"Normal is a matter of perspective," Elijah chuckled. Truth be told he wasn't too sure what constituted normal anymore. From his side of things his world had been turned upside down twice by three unexpected children. "Why are you hiding in an attic Davina?"

"Marcel brought me here after the Harvest," she shrugged, "he saved my life and he was going to get me out of town, but it got to dangerous."

"And then he discovered how powerful you are," Elena tucked her hair behind her ear.

"He's helping me," Davina shook her head, crossing her arms. There was something defensive in the squaring of her shoulders.

"Okay," Elena held up a hand, palm out, "it just sounds to me like you're being used. I haven't been in town that long but it's pretty clear that Marcel's got power; if he wanted to get you out of town he could have done it. And I know you haven't been outside but according to Rebekah he's got all of the witches under his control, and I have to assume it's because of you."

"I know when they use magic," Davina gripped her upper arms. "It pulls at me… I hate that feeling."

"So why not leave?"

"Someone could see me," Davina glared at the windows.

"Nobody saw me," Elena pointed out. "If the witches realize then they might start using magic again, but like you said it's only a matter of time."

"Running from the woman who walked headfirst to meet my brother?" Elijah turned to Elena. A small smirk lifted the edge of his lips.

"I had family and friends to protect," Elena shrugged. "People who would have gotten themselves killed if I tried to run or fight back. From the sounds of it Davina has nobody. Do you?" She turned to the younger girl and nodded when she shook her head. "And I highly doubt she wants to stay in a city that tried to kill her."

Elena chewed her bottom lip and tilted her head. Something wasn't quite sitting right about the information.

"Did everyone know?"

"Everyone but us," Davina nodded. "Bastianna called upon the four elements to bind our past and present future together. We were prepared so we knew what to expect; for weeks they told us that the magic in the knife they used to cut our palms would put us to sleep, and that later at the Reaping we'd be resurrected. They said we would wake up and be together and more powerful than ever. Everything went as expected until the blood sacrifice."

Davina's eyes took on a far off look as she thought back to the cemetery. Outside the wind howled battering the boarded windows.

"My friend Monique… her aunt tried to stop it, but we still didn't suspect," a lump formed in her throat.

Elena stood from the bed and crossed the room when Davina's eyes shimmered. She placed a hand on her shoulder and tilted her head. Her eyes widened when Davina's head fell forward against her stomach. Elena didn't think before wrapping her arms around the girl's shaking shoulders.

Her breath caught in her throat when a series of images flooded her mind. One moment she was in the attic and the next she was standing between towering tombs watching four girls kneel before an older woman. The first girl stood and walked forward with her palm outstretched and Elena held her breath. A silent scream bubbled up in her throat when the woman's serene smile turned feral and the knife slashed across the teenager's throat. Chaos erupted as the teenagers screamed for help. She wanted to move but her feet were firmly rooted to the floor.

She dropped back into the attic when vampires joined the fray and found Davina shaking in her arms. She smoothed down her hair and lifted her eyes to Elijah who had moved to stand behind her, but she didn't know why until he rubbed a tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Her eyes darted to the door when it swung inwards gently.

Davina lifted her head. She was about to raise her hand when Elena took her shoulder.

"It's okay," Elena looked down. "She's a friend."

Caroline held the sides of the door and looked from Elena and Davina to the positively grey Original.

"A friend who's starting to think she should have brought some blood."