we are the heroes of our time

Hayley listened to her rant, understanding the reverberating feeling coming from the young witch - the uptick in her heart. “Okay, okay….I get it. Some big bad…” She sighed, knowing it could be any number of things or people - this city seemed to attract the worst of em. “Did you ever think Klaus is the big bad? He could have something else up his mischievous little sleeve. Did you ask Marcel about it?” Hayley chuckled, only slightly, as she put her friend a look, “And what are Marcel and I supposed to do while YOU’RE in danger? Sit around and have tea?” Not freaking likely.  

“No, I don’t think so. Not this time at least.” Yes, the Original hybrid was arguably one of the biggest and baddest of them all. But this? This was something entirely different. “It’s magic Hayley, dark magic. I can usually tell who’s practicing in the Quarter but..” This time either the witch was more powerful, or Davina had been too distracted with everything else in her life. “No, I haven’t seen him, which is why I have to find him and get you both out.” She was half tempted to tell Hayley that she didn’t care what they did while they were out of danger, just that they were out of it...But she refrained. “It’s magic, and I’m better than either of you when it comes to handling it.” 

Marcel had once told her that no one could touch her due to how powerful she was. Davina could only hope that it would be enough now too. 

Feeling a tiny, but completely effectual, fist latch onto her wrist, Hayley snapped her head down and to the side - looking first at the iron clad grip then to its owner; Davina. She dug in her heels, halting Davina’s urgency and movement. “Davina - D, hey,” Hayley tugged back only slightly, enough to stop her but not to pull her off her feet. “What… why do I need to go? It’s a party… a really snobbish, and likely obnoxious party… but it’s just a party….” She didn’t understand the urgency, the tone, or the need to evacuate, she hadn’t seen anything happen that would cause that look of fear and worry in Davina’s eyes. “D - are - are you okay?” 

One moment they were moving and the next - Davina felt as if she was trying to drag a brick wall, and without using magic she knew that she wasn’t going to get the hybrid to move anywhere. For a moment she considered just continuing to pull to make herself perfectly clear, but instead the young witch huffed and turned around shooting her friend a look. “It’s never just a party.” And this one...It was so much more than that. Everything she had been feeling, every inch of darkness seemed to be radiating in the club.

“Remember when I told you something was coming? Whatever it is, whatever’s blocking me...I just have this feeling that it’s here, Hayles. So you need to get out of here. I need to find Marcel, and you two have to leave.”

But Davina Claire had never really been one to listen when the odds were staked against her favor.

The opening of the new club was the talk of the city, and anybody who was well, anybody was going to be there. It was reckless to flaunt herself out in the open on a night like this. She already felt as if her mind was being pulled in a million different directions, her magic constantly rising like hackles every time she caught wind of something that was just a little uncomfortable.

However, everything pointed to Elise’s club, and no matter what...Davina wanted answers.

Blowing out a breath that the sixteen year old didn’t realize she was holding, she made her way through the entrance of the club, bright blue eyes widening at what she saw. The new vampire hadn’t been kidding about making herself known in the Quarter. She doubted that anyone would forget anything like this for a long time.

It was only when someone - wait staff most likely - forced some sort of drink in her hand before walking off that Davina tried to speak. “Wait- I’m not...Okay then.” Holding the glass lightly in her hand the witch huffed, clearly at a loss.

Piper didn’t buy the ‘I’m fine’ act; it was more of a reflex than a response, one she knew too well. She was glad Davina responded to her knowing look with a more detailed answer. She remembered the younger witch briefly mentioning nightmares a while back, but that conversation had ended abruptly and, admittedly, she’d forgotten about it. She couldn’t place a finger on the true meaning behind under control, but she trusted that Davina would tell her if something truly was up. “I don’t think I need to repeat myself, but I’m always here to help. I know I seem like I have a lot going on right now, but you’re never a burden to me.”

It was nice to see Davina curious about the sibling dynamic between the Halliwell sisters. It was something she’d missed out on for so many years, and by the looks of what was happening right now, it probably wasn’t something she was in a mighty rush to join. This corruption and collapse of the sisters’ relationships had seemed a long time coming, but Piper couldn’t help but wish it had come at a better time - if there was even a ‘good’ time for it. “Yeah, I’m going to step off for the time being.” She nodded in response. “It’s just tricky with us. We’re not like other sisters who can fight and all that matters is that they make up at one point. When we fight…” She started, drawing in a breath. “When we fight our powers all suffer. When we’re not connecting, our powers aren’t either. So basically, if someone were to come after me right now, or any one of them, there’s no telling how long we could hold them off. And that’s pretty terrifying.” She admitted, shrugging. She was grateful for Davina’s attempt at lightening the conversation, and she gave a little chuckle. “The hardest.”

The petite witch’s mouth opened as if instantly going to assure Piper that if she needed to, she’d come to her...But Davina popped her mouth shut as she considered the thought a bit more before answering. While the older Halliwell witch had most certainly wormed her way up there on the list of people Davina felt somewhat comfortable about...There was still that hesitance. Marcel was the one she sought out, or in a more likely scenario he was the one who found her, when she needed comfort. And Piper had a whole other host of problems, like dealing with the fact that the Mikaelsons could be planning some form of retribution for what she had done to Elijah. “I know. But you don’t have to worry about it yet.”

When the Halliwell sisters fought their powers suffered? It was another intricate detail about their magic that Davina had never heard of, and her eyebrows furrowed as she watched Piper. She had already gathered that their magic had been suffering since Pandora’s - her - disappearance, the lost connection between their youngest sister and them causing their magic to already suffer from the lack of connection but...If they knew that, why would they fight in such a way that could put themselves at risk? “How does that work?” She blurted out, tucking a leg underneath her as she got comfortable. “I mean, it sounds like all of your different powers...They can affect each other. Does mine hurt you guys? I’m not exactly..” the most stable? Davina didn’t finish knowing that Piper would know what she meant. The sixteen year old might arguably have been one of, if not the most powerful witch in the Quarter. How did that interfere with the Halliwells? Did it put them at more of a risk? “This is all so screwed up.”

The feeling was different, asking her to help him, and somehow it felt so strange. Not because she was so young and intimidating, but because she was a witch as opposed to being from his own kind. He wasn’t used to trusting anyone other than werewolves, but he was so desperate for anything and everything that he could gather to have a balanced army. “Look, I know there’s a way to it. There must be some loophole we haven’t out yet. And I know we can find a solution to it, I just need you to help me.”

There was a tug, and Davina knew that it was Derek appealing to what she already knew. There had to be a way to break the link between Klaus and his sire line, but she had no idea how to do it. And as long as Klaus posed a threat to the people she cared about, the witch wanted to stop him. But not at the expense of Marcel or Hayley’s lives. “I can’t promise anything,” what what she finally decided on with a small shrug. “If there’s a way to break the link I’ll try and find it, but I’m not going to help with anything to do with attacking Klaus  until I know the link is broken and the people I care about are safe.”

Piper rolled her eyes and puffed out a breath. “Yeah. Right. We all know you’re about as good at staying out of trouble’s way as I am. You are good at keeping your cool though, that which I surely am not.” She pointed out, eyes widening before she chuckled. Davina had proven time and time again that she could keep her emotions in check when needed, and that would ultimately be her strongest trait. The resilience of the Halliwell line matched with an emotional intelligence was something anyone would envy. “But yeah, that bad. I had a huge blowout with Phoebe earlier, so there’s strike two of three. Next thing I know Prue will be storming away from me too.” She continued, sighing. “Times like these are when I’m pretty envious that you’ve missed out on all the drama - it sucks ass.”

It might have been the first time anyone had told her she managed to keep her emotions under control and the sixteen year old wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “Only with a lot of effort,” she confessed with a small shrug. She still followed her heart much more often than her head, and Marcel had taken more than one beating against a wall due to one her nightmares or temper tantrums...But it was a work in progress. The calmer she was, the easier all of her power was to manage. But there was no denying the effect that Piper’s praise had on the young girl. She relaxed even more in her chair, her lips tugged upwards in a small content smile instead of the forced polite one. “Maybe you could just wait and let them come to you?” Davina didn’t know the first thing about sisters, or having them, but she knew out of experience that she didn’t like to go to anyone when something was wrong until she felt ready to speak.

She’d had a feeling? Like, a feeling that Piper was way in over her head? Whoa. For some reason, every time they had a moment like this is still took her by surprise - as if the ancestors were sending small messages to prove that they were, in fact, sisters after all. There was nothing more comforting than that right now, especially when she felt like every other sister was slipping out of her reach. Giving a small chuckle, she raised a brow. “You did good, little sis.” Then, taking a deep breath, she looked up towards the ceiling, not really to anything in particular. “Kinda funny how you’ve been gone for so many years, yet you seem to be the only one I can get a handle on these days. Ironic.”

If Piper’s newest nickname for her caused Davina any discomfort she was quick to hide it. If her mentor was able to mash both of her identities into one, accepting the fact that she was Davina Claire, and still could somehow be her youngest sister without constantly comparing her to what she had once been...Then the sixteen year old could be okay with it. She would have to be, because it was more than she could have ever expected from Piper. “That bad, huh?” She couldn’t assume to really know any of the other Halliwells apart from her. Prue made her feel uneasy, Phoebe hadn’t been around despite their one good encounter, and Paige...She had never met. “Well you know me,” the young witch decided to tease instead, keep things light, “I always stay out of trouble.”

Shooting her a sympathetic look, she caught the mug between her hands. “Yeah, sorry. Retreated there for a sec.” She said, clearing her throat before taking a sip of the coffee. “Glad to see you’re finally comfortable letting yourself into the manor. Bout time.” She teased.

“Hey, no, I get it.” Davina shrugged with a smile as she dropped into one of the available seats at the table. If ever there was a time for everyone to be lost in their own thoughts, trying to figure out what step to take next, this was it. But Piper’s next words surprised her, and Davina couldn’t hide it from her features as she paused. Was that what she had done? Waltzed into the manor without even thinking about it? “I just had a feeling, but at least the coffee is from the Brew and not some competitor, right?”