Although she was putting on a brave face, Madison was dying inside. The last few months had left her physically and mentally exhausted, but she refused to let it show.

But sacrificing Davina had been the last straw. The girl had been family since the beginning, and now Madison had lost another person she loved.

"Madison, love, you have to eat," Klaus coaxed gently. "Please, if not for you then for our daughter."

The Supreme had gotten up in the middle of the night and made her way to her fallen sister's room. One of Davina's dresses was clutched tightly in her hands, Madison inhaling the scent, desperate to hold on to the memory of her.

After receiving no reaction from the witch, Klaus stood up with a sigh, leaving her to mourn.

-

Diego, Elijah, and Klaus made their way back into the compound, sharing a look of confusion when they heard loud crashes coming from upstairs.

An angry Madison Montgomery dragged a suitcase down the stairs, throwing it on top of a pile of Davina's belongings. She retreated back into the dead witch's room, coming back with an armful of keepsakes.

"Madison, what on earth are you doing?" Elijah stepped forward, ducking when a photo frame was hurled down the stairs at the pile.

The girl didn't answer straight away, instead she held up a photo album.

"This was a birthday present I gave her when she turned 12." Madison threw it into the pile. "Her clothes. She's not gonna need those where she's going."

The witch grabbed a can of gasoline and tipped it onto the pile.

"Madison, you don't want to do this," Klaus tried to reason with her. "I understand you're angry, but this is not the solution."

"Angry doesn't begin to describe what I feel!" She threw the now empty can onto the pile as well. "She was supposed to come back but instead she's suffering in hell!"

The Supreme didn't have to look at the pile for it to ignite. And then the tears began to flow freely down her face.

"You're gonna be okay," Klaus pulled the distraught witch into his chest.

"This is my fault. All of it," Madison cried into him. "I wish I stayed dead."

-

"Rebekah is not answering her calls," Elijah sighed as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"You worried about whoever killed those daywalkers still being out there?" Hayley raised an eyebrow, looking over at her sister who was watching the fire slowly burn out.

"Frankly, I'm worried that she had something to do with this. She's very displeased with Niklaus, perhaps even conspiring with others." Elijah spotted a vampire drinking alone and joined him. "Thierry, is it?"

"That's right," he nodded.

"My sister is rather fond of you. Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable men. Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?"

"I don't know what you're – "

Elijah cut him off by grabbing by the throats and holding him against a wall, "You can either tell me what you know, or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the Quarter.

"She asked me to keep an eye out on witch stuff," Thierry sighed. "I found something, and when I showed her, we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch."

"Like a coward, you left her," the Original growled angrily.

"What was I supposed to do, fight some warlock that took out an Original?"

"Where was this, exactly?"

"The docks, warehouse 57. I was just doing what she asked. You cannot tell Klaus about this," the fear in the younger vampire's eyes was evident.

Elijah pondered on this for a moment before snapping his neck, letting his body fall to the ground in a heap, "I shall take that into consideration."

"I'm coming with you," Madison spoke for the first time since she broke down.

"No," he instantly rejected the idea. "Stay here. The compound is safe."

"Rebekah is in trouble." Though they got off to a rough start, Madison had grown to like the blonde Original. "I'm going."

"If she's going, so am I," Hayley folded her arms over her chest.

"Do not leave my sight. Understand?" He spoke with a sigh after a silent moment.

Hayley nodded while Madison rolled her eyes, following Elijah out of the compound.

-

They arrived at the docks quickly, running towards warehouse 57. They ran towards Rebekah's desiccated body which was inside a circle of salt.

"Rebekah!" Elijah moved to kneel next to his little sister, but couldn't cross the salt barrier.

"What's happening?" Hayley furrowed her brow.

"It's some kind of boundary spell. Someone's channeling her. Typically, it's a lethal process, but because she's an Original, she can't die," Madison observed the marking carved into her forehead. "Instead, she's an endless source of power."

"So what are we supposed to do?" The werewolf questioned.

"We have to get her out of there."

-

"You're not listening. We cannot enter the circle. There's some kind of confinement spell. If I can't remove her, we can't break the link," Elijah ranted to Sophie over the phone.

"It's a convoluted spell. It's like a witch's recipe. You can spoil the balance by adding a more potent ingredient. A mystical binding agent. I don't know, volcanic ash, rock salt – anything up to and including eye of newt."

"What about the blood of a witch?" The Original suggested.

"Do you have the blood of a witch?" Sophie questioned in confusion.

Elijah turned to Madison, "I need a favor."

The Supreme nodded, holding out her wrist as they stepped towards the salt circle. Elijah bit into her wrist as gently as he could, letting the blood fall onto the salt. It began fizzle and dissolve, meaning Elijah was able to enter. He picked his sister up and reached for the witch's hand, who held onto her own sister as Elijah used his supernatural speed to get them out of there.

-

Madison sat on a couch next to Klaus, who was talking with Marcel and Klaus, in the study.

"I got to admit, I thought you'd lose a lot more guys than that."

"Well, good riddance to them, I say. We have no room for slackers or cowards in our kingdom," Madison shrugged, one hand rubbing her baby bump, the other laced with Klaus'. 

"Now that you two regained your composure, let's move on to the next item of business, shall we, with a little help from our dear friend Sophie," the Hybrid turned to look at Sophie.

"I got no reason to help you, and I sure as hell don't have a reason to help him," the Deveraux witch frowned.

"Now, now, don't be difficult, love. You'll only live as long as you're of use to me, and right now, your best use is to explain why a witch I killed has come back for revenge. Come on. Resurrected witches with vast power?"

The two witches were silent, silently conversation about who should explain.

"It's the Harvest. To die and be reborn. I don't know how, but someone jacked that power, and they used it to bring back four witches," Madison explained. "Just not the right ones."

"So there's still a chance? If we can get that power back, we can save Davina," a spark of hope lit up in Marcel's dark eyes.

"Let's concentrate on the immediate problem, shall we? Papa Tunde wants revenge. He'll continue to attack us, channeling power from the vampires he sacrifices. He kills, he grows more dangerous. So how do I end him?" Klaus raised his eyebrows. "He needs sacrifices to gain power."

"Hmm," Sophie hummed as she thought. "You keep him from killing any more nightwalkers, that's a start."

"Unless he finds the one place with a load of vampires ready to be sacrificed."

The two vampires and two witches all shared a look of realisation, Klaus running out of the room quickly, Marcel following suit.

-

Madison looked up from the drawing she had been staring at for far too long when Marcel entered the bedroom she shared with Klaus.

"Hey," she give him a half hearted smile. "How'd it go?"

"They were dead. All of them," the vampire sighed.

A silence had settled between them, and Madison looked back down at the sketch. Davina's sketches were the only things she hadn't burned.

"We're gonna get her back," the Supreme promised. "Even if I have to go to hell and get her myself."

"I never told you how much I admired you. You'd fight for the people you love no matter what," he sat down next to her on the bed. "I still can't decide if that makes you incredibly brave or incredibly stupid."

Madison let out a soft laugh. She had missed him more than she cared to admit in the recent months.

"My babygirl is having a baby girl," Marcel spoke with a laugh. "Never thought I'd say that."

He had always been there for her, always stood by her side, always loved her.

But she wasn't the same girl he vowed to protect.

"Not your babygirl anymore."

She was stronger.

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