New Orleans present day.

"Concentrate" I whispered standing behind the young brunette as she sat on the creaky floorboards surrounded by candles, as she took calming breaths.

"Now clear your mind and just let the power flow freely through your body" I spoke softly my heels lightly clacking on the wooden floor as I walked around the edge of the candle-lit circle.

This was a ritual of sorts, we did this every-time I came to see her. First, she would meditate for twenty minutes to help calm her overwhelming power, afterwards we would do some magic lessons and then hang-out as the teenager referred to our free time together.

Today was different though, as both of us were extremely distracted.

My mind was currently occupied by thoughts of the coffin that sat in the corner of the attic, which held my estranged lover, Elijah. My fingers itched to open the casket and take a peak at his flawless chiselled face, but I restrained myself knowing that he had been the one who left not me.

"It's no use, I'm just not feeling it today" Davina huffed pulling me back to the present, reminding me that she too was distracted.

"It's fine, you're not the only one with other things on their mind" I sighed sitting down on her cushy bed that I had insisted on Marcel getting up here. I mean if Davina was going to be cooped up in this sad little hovel for god knows how long, then she deserved the best, she was my niece after all.

"It's to do with him, right?" Davina spoke gesturing to Elijah's coffin.

"Sort of" I replied off handily with a wave of my hand.

"Marcel told me about you and him" she told me.

"Marcel needs to worry about his own past rather than mine" I muttered angrily rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers, as I tried to keep my anger for Marcel under wraps as I knew how fond Davina was of him.

"Both Marcellus and I have a long, complicated history with the Mikaelsons and yes for a time Elijah and I were together but we've been apart for over a century" I explained aloofly.

"But Marcel said you two were in love" the young witch stressed with an innocent gleam in her eye.

"He left I stayed" I told her in a hard tone ending the conversation.

I had told Davina a lot about my past but I never spoke about mine and Elijah's relationship, it was something I hadn't talked about with anyone since he fled New Orleans with his family.

Davina frowned at my snappy her feelings obviously hurt. Usually I didn't care about anyone's reaction to my sharp words but over the past few months the powerful brunette had wormed her way in to my cold, black heart this strangely never bothered me.

"Out with it" I smirked playfully patting the spot beside me on the bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about" she shrugged getting up from the floor and sitting beside me.

"Yes you do, now tell me what's bothering you" I smiled running my fingers through her long locks.

"There's this music festival coming up..."

"And you want to go" I finished.

"Yeah but ..."

"Marcel won' let you" I summed up.

"He said it isn't safe" she huffed.

"I hate to agree but Marcellus is right" I replied making her glower at me.

"It's just one night" she complained standing up from the bed and pacing around the small space she was confined to.

"Well maybe if you told me why this specific festival is so important, I mean the quarter has something going one nearly every night of the week. I might be more inclined to agree with you, if you told me the truth" I explained, knowing there had to be something else.

Of course, the teenager had wanted to leave the attic, I mean who in their right mind would want to spend their time cooped up in the attic of a church, but she had never asked for a specific night-out.

"His name is Tim" she whispered blushing slightly making me grin.

"And why have I never heard of this Time before?" I wondered.

"He never came up" she shrugged, making me raise an eyebrow I was obviously unimpressed with her answer.

"He's a friend from school, he doesn't know about witches or vampires or anything, he's normal and I just want to be normal for one night Elle" she whispered her voice breaking slightly.

This was another thing, her nick-name for me Elle. I hated when people shortened my name, but two weeks into meeting Davina she started calling me Elle and I simply let her, not bothered by it in the slightest which at the time surprised me.

"I'll speak to Marcellus" I smirked making her squeal in excitement, she rushed forward pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

"Alright, enough" I said clearing my throat and patting her back.

She pulled away with a beaming smile making me roll my eye's as I stood up grabbing my purse.

"I have to go" I told her, I had reached my quota for touchy feely moments today.

"Thanks Elle, Marcel won't admit it but you scare him, so you're really the only one who can convince him" she laughed.

"Well if my way of convincing doesn't work you can always try that trick I thought you" I winked.

It was a blood boiling spell with came in handy with humans and supernatural beings alike. With a simple look, Davina could now boil anyone's blood, it was a self-defence technique every witch needed to know in my opinion.

"I won't be around a lot over the next few weeks" I told Davina as she walked me to the door of the attic.

"Why?" she panicked.

"I don't want the Mikaelsons to know I'm still around just yet, I need to reveal myself at the right time and with Klaus hanging around the quarter ..."

"It's hard for the siren to blend in" she joked finishing of my sentence, making me laugh.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you" I smirked kissing her forehead, before walking out the door, but not before casting a glance at the glossy coffin in the corner.

No, I would not think of him, I would find out what his family was up to and that was it.

"Bye Elle" Davina called as I walked down the stairs, it was hard to believe that the bright confident, powerful witch that now stood before me was the same shy, angry, scared little girl I had met all those months ago.

A few months prior.

"I'm coming" I shouted tying my blush coloured rope around my waist. I blinked my eyes in the direction of the light's Turing them on to brighten up my dark home.

Whoever had disturbed my sleep better have a damn good explanation, I thought angrily as I smoothed down my bed hair.

"What" I seethed ripping open my front door only to me met with a fist mid knock.

"I need your help" Marcellus spoke worriedly barging into my home, making me glare at his back.

"And what could possibly need my help with so urgently, you know I just got back from Paris and you also know how I like to sleep after a long flight" I snapped as he turned around to face me.

I had treated myself to a two-week trip to Paris, I liked to get away from New Orleans every now and then.

I was pulled from my vacation memories by the smell of dried blood, I looked at Marcel and noticed his bloody, unkempt appearance, he looked like her had went on a ripper rampage.

His brown eyes were wild, his breathing heavy and he looked exhausted.

"You've heard of the harvest before, right?" he questioned before I could as why he looked like a crazy, homeless, cannibal.

"I vaguely remember hearing about in my human years, the covens do some ritual with the help of the ancestors to replenish their power, it only happens every few hundred years I think" I explained as a yawn escaped my mouth.

"Well that ritual involves slitting the throats of four teenage girls" Marcel explained in a furious tone.

"God these witches get worse by the decade. Its amazes me how the covens in this city can still shock me with their thirst for power" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"I stopped it" he told me, making my eyes go wide in surprise.

"Do tell"

Marcel explained the gist of the harvest, Sophie Devreaux had apparently told him. Marcel had been sleeping with the witch since she came back to the quarter, making me curl my lip in utter disgust.

Sophie had gone to father Kieran the leader of the human fraction in hopes that he could convince the elders to not go through with the barbaric ritual, only for the elder Barista to place a curse on Kieran's nephew Sean, causing Sean to kill all the priest's in training at Saint Anne's Church.

Kieran then called Marcel telling him that he had to stop the Harvest.

"I can't believe you didn't call me, you know how much I love a good witch slaughter" I laughed sitting down on my armchair.

"I didn't have time. Me and my guy's killed a good few witches, but I only got there in time to save one of the four kids".

"One is better than none Marcel" I insincerely replied, making him shake his head at me, to be honest I didn't care about witch business unless it threatened me.

"Now although I applaud your heroic deed, do tell me where I fit into all of this?" I sighed becoming extremely bored.

"The girl I saved, she's powerful like you. She scared, feels betrayed and she wants revenge on the witches. Tell me who does she remind you of?" Marcel questioned making me throw an icy glare his way.

"My situation was different you know that. I admit she has been through an awful ordeal but why would I of all people want anything to do with this witch? I hate witches remember".

Anyone who knew me, knew I wouldn't have dealings with a witch unless I was killing them.

"Because her name is Davina Claire".

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Her name intrigued me, I wanted to meet her first before I agreed to anything.

So here I was with a suitcase of clothes that I had been planning to donate as I didn't want or like them, standing in the middle of a cobweb filled attic facing a small teenage witch with the same signature Claire green eyes and dark hair, that I had inherited from my father centuries ago.

I had stopped keeping track of my relatives over the years as they all wanted nothing to do with me, the feeling was mutual. Every now and then the Claire name popped up in conversation but that was as close as I got to my family line.

This witch was obviously a direct decedent from my brother's line as she looked too much like my family to be a distant cousin.

"I brought you some things, clothes and essentials every girl needs" I spoke in a bored tone looking around the attic with a clinical eye, as I dropped the suitcase with a thump.

"I can feel your power, the darkness you're her" the girl spoke softly, her red rimmed eyes never moving from my form.

"Her who?" I smirked playing with the distraught girl.

"The Siren" she stated.

"Well done for not flinching and looking straight at me when you said that. Not many people can" I bragged.

"Why are you here?" she wondered.

"I was curious miss Claire".

"I was told stories about you by my ..." she trailed off.

"Mother? I bet she and your coven told you all the horrible stories about the big, bad, evil siren" I laughed without humour.

She didn't respond, I didn't let it bother me and continued with the now one sided conversation.

"I heard you mother and beloved coven put you up for the slaughter" I spoke, making her flinch.

"Don't worry my mother was an evil bitch too and my coven banished me. Tell me did mommy dearest ever tell you my name?" I questioned, again she didn't respond.

"Well?" I asked, she ignored me yet again but I decided to introduce myself anyway.

"Giselle Claire ... that's my name, I doubt your family ever told you. I after all am a stain on the great Claire name" I scoffed, if only they knew that it was my mother and siblings who disgraced my father's great name, not me.

The only reason we even had witches in the Claire family was because my mother, before she married my father the Claire's had just been plain humans.

"Were related" Davina gasped, it was the first bit of emotion I had seen from her since I got here.

"I had two siblings, you obviously came from my brother's side as my sister changed her name after marriage, so that would make you my very distant niece" I smirked walking a around the attic.

"How do you know I'm your niece?"

"Distant niece and I know because of those pretty green eyes of yours they are just like mine and my daddies before me" I explained.

"Why are you here?" she demanded, that's when I saw it, that brilliant blazing fire in her bright green eyes, she was a fighter I could feel it.

"I heard you want revenge on your coven".

"Why do you care? From what I heard you hate witches even those related to you" she spat defensively.

"Because once upon a time I wanted revenge on my coven too".

"Did you get it?" she curiously wondered.

"Of course, I did" I laughed.

"I want that too. I want to make them pay, they told us they were putting us to sleep instead they were going to slaughter us. They killed my friends, I want them to feel that pain, they deserve a fate worse than death" she sneered.

Her speech gave me chills, her anger and despair all so familiar. Then it hit me like a cold bucket of water, Davina was me. Two centuries ago I had that same look of betrayal in my eyes, I had been just as broken as Davina was, I knew what those kind of feelings, could do to a young witch I was a prime example.

It shocked me that I didn't want Davina to end up like me, deep down I knew she deserved better.

"I'll help you" I told her, this way I would make sure she would never end up like me, the siren of New Orleans.

After that night, I visited Davina nearly every day I was basically her magic therapist. I thought her control and some powerful spells that I knew her coven would never teach her.

Over time we grew close which lead me to tell her about my past and how I became the legend I am today, I told of how I was turned into a vampire but was somehow able to keep my powers. I told her about the magic I used expression and how that because the witchcraft I practiced was dark and didn't come from the earth or dead ancestors was properly the reason I was part vampire, part witch.

Some called me a hybrid others heretic, I didn't really care. To be honest I never questioned why I still had my powers, being as powerful as I am, isn't something to complain about.

The truth of the matter was turning into a vampire helped me gain control over my unpredictable magic.

Not long after being in the attic, Davina realised she could feel the witches in the quarter when they practised magic, they tried to find her multiple times but were unable to get past the temporary protection spell I placed on the young girl.

Marcel then decided to use this to his advantage and stop the witches practising altogether, I didn't like how he used Davina to do this but I loved how weak the covens became, it also stopped them trying to find her.

Davina opened-up to me telling me about her absent father and controlling mother who was now dead, she sounded like a mild version of my own egg donor.

Not even a month into meeting Davina I realised how close we had become, it scared me at first but also helped me remember how good it felt, not to be alone anymore.

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A/N

So this Chapter revolved around Davina and Giselle's relationship, in the first draft of this book I felt I didn't explain it enough so here you go, leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Next Chapter Giselle comes face to face with the Mikaelsons, what are your predictions for this event??

At the end of the chapter I included a family tree to show how Davina is related to Giselle, this is not accurate I made this up for fun so enjoy. Davina is Giselle's great x8 niece, Davina's line starts with Giselle's older brother Henri. The yellow dots are how the Claire line directly goes to Davina, i didn't do a huge family tree just how Davina is basically related to Giselle.

Gif of Giselle above and one of Davina included ^^^

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