𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - the dramatic introductions

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 the young witch spent the day in peace. Davina drew as if her life depended on it and littered the floor with her incomprehensible scribbles whilst Ophelia laid back on the teen's bed as she scoured the internet on her phone, saving items to baskets and wish lists, she had another tab open; one where she did her best to research more about the witches of New Orleans. Though, as ever, the internet wasn't all that useful for supernatural information; which struck Ophelia as odd, seeing as nobody really put in all that much effort to keep their identities concealed.

Another scrap of paper fell to the ground, black charcoal lines covering it, "Davina?" Ophelia called and the young witch flinched out of her small daze.

"Yeah?"

"For the past few months, you've drawn nothing but..." Ophelia picked up one of the papers, twisting it in all directions before her face scrunched up, "well, nothing. Do these lines mean anything?"

Davina's shoulders slumped as she let out a hefty sigh. The teenager made her way over to the siphon and sat down beside her as she too looked at the drawing, "I don't know what they are, or what they mean. It's- it's like when I sense magic and I draw... but these... they're- they're evil."

"Evil huh?" Ophelia muttered as she gathered up the rest of the drawings and placed them on one of the tables. "How about we give you some inspiration for something else, get your mind off it?"

"Please."

"Okay..." Ophelia drawled out as she pursed her lips in thought before a teasing smirk grew on her lips, "Why don't you draw little Tim? The one you've told me so much about?"

For the months that Ophelia and Davina had spent together, the young witch couldn't quite keep her ever-growing crush on a boy named Tim to herself. She had spilt to the siphon that she had known the boy for years and that they went to school together.

Davina's cheeks grew rosy and she ducked her head with a small, lovesick giggle before she pattered her way over to the easel and proceeded to carefully map out some lines with her pencil.

Ophelia watched on as the blushing brunette did her thing. She couldn't help but admire the girl, she still had so much innocence and happiness radiating off of her even after everything she had been through, and though Ophelia wished that she didn't feel the connection between the two, it couldn't be helped. The siphon wanted to ensure Davina lived a long and happy life to make up for the witches had done to her.

There was nothing that Ophelia could do to erase what her family had done, there was nothing she could do to get back her years that were lost to the confinement of her small bedroom and the years lost in the prison world. But Davina could be helped.

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Ophelia had spent hours watching as Davina's steady hand-sketched and scribbled away. Her phone had beeped with a message from Marcel, telling the siphon that he had finally gotten to go on his date with Camille, to which the siphon had replied; 'Don't fuck it up.'

It was a mere thirty minutes after she had received the text that she received another, jolting her attention away from the book she had been reading, 'Rebekah Mikaelson crashed my date, she wants to see Elijah -M'

Ophelia had left the message on read, not bothering to reply and instead turned her attention to Davina, "D? Our little friend in the box, well he's going to have a visitor, you mind wiping her memory of me?"

Davina nodded, the light curls that framed her face bounced with the action, "Sure, but why?"

"Well, because I'd like my introductions to have more flair."

"You're so dramatic."

"Thank you." Ophelia offered a lopsided smile before her expression dropped to the stoic one most knew her for as the door to the attic swung open.

Marcel strutted inside and greeted Davina with a hug, he nodded over the young witch's shoulder as a form of greeting to the siphon who sat with one leg crossed over the other, her hands clasped together on her knee. She nodded in response before moving her gaze towards the blonde who stood by the doorway.

"Invite me in." The woman demanded in frustration as her body was once again stopped from entering the dusty room by an invisible barrier. Her ocean-blue eyes were focused on the coffin, and though Ophelia knew Marcel would never willingly give Elijah back, the siphon couldn't help but admire the blonde's ferocity and determination when it came to rescuing her big brother. It reminded her of... well herself and Kai.

Marcel shrugged as he threw an arm around Davina's shoulders, looking down at her with adoration, "Gotta ask the lady of the house, you mind inviting her in Davina?"

Davina's stoic expression -the one she had mastered thanks to Ophelia- didn't waver and her voice was strong as she spoke, "Come in."

Ophelia could see the look Rebekah was giving not only Davina, but also herself. It was full of curiosity; the original could only wonder how the young witch had managed to get tangled up with the vampire that ran the city. As for Ophelia, well, Rebekah didn't know what to think; was she the witch's older sister? A family member, a friend? She didn't know. But what the blonde did know was that the gaze the woman was giving her made her mildly uncomfortable.

With a small shake of the head, blonde curls fanning out, Rebekah charged in and immediately sped over to the lavish coffin that held her dearest older brother. She pulled the lid open and her lips twitched at the sight of him, relieved that he was... alive at least. Her hands wrapped around the dagger embedded in his chest and just as she began to tug, Davina's voice rang out once again.

"I wouldn't do that." The young witch advised, though it was most definitely a demand to leave the dagger alone. Before waiting to see if Rebekah would listen, Davina's magic forced the dagger back into Elijah's chest, bringing Rebekah's hand with it.

Rebekah turned to them; her face filled with fury, "Who the hell are you?"

"She's an old one, isn't she?" Davina questioned Marcel as she kept her gaze on the original. She could feel the magical energy radiating off the blonde in waves, hell, even Ophelia could feel it and her hands almost itched to grab ahold of her and take some magic for herself.

Marcel nodded, he and Ophelia shared a look before he smiled at Davina, "Rebekah is an original, which means she can't be killed."

Ophelia could help but let out a small chuckle as Davina spoke, "She doesn't seem very nice."

Rebekah turned her gaze to Ophelia, having heard the woman. She still didn't quite know what to make of the woman who sat as still as a statue. She wasn't just watching or listening to the conversation, no, Rebekah could almost see the gears whirring inside the pretty brunette's head. She was observing like a hunter would its prey, it made her want to scoff.

Marcel's lips twitched at the laugh, "She can be... but she hasn't been very nice to me tonight."

"Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave," Davina spoke before using her magic to slam Rebekah around the room.

Ophelia bit her lip in amusement as she watched the young witch smack the original vampire on the wall more times than necessary. Davina used her magic to wipe all traces of their location from the blonde's mind, as well as fulfilling Ophelia's request of making the vampire forget about her.

After one more smack against a wall, Davina propelled Rebekah out the room and slammed the door shut.

Ophelia slowly rose to her feet and gave Davina a pointed look, "And you called me dramatic earlier?"

"You're where I get it from."

The siphon hummed, her lips twisting into a mischievous smile, "I believe you; I'm a terrible role-model to have."

"Ain't that the truth." Marcel chuckled as he looked between the girls, his dark eyes settling on Ophelia, "Want me to take you home?"

The siphon nodded her head as she felt the familiar sensation of fatigue creep up on her even though she had done nothing for the entire day, "Mhm, one sec."

She quickly gathered her things before turning to Davina, the corners of her lips pulled upward, just slightly,

"I'll see you soon Sabrina."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Never."

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The following afternoon was rather packed for Ophelia. She had received a call from the ever-working Camille who almost begged for the brunette to join her at Rousseau's. The blonde had pleaded for Ophelia to come and scare away the men that tried to woo her with fake French accents as they struggled to even say 'bonjour'.

Ophelia had sighed dramatically and flipped her curled hair over her shoulder as she smoothed out the baby-pink summer dress that reached mid-calf, pretending as if even leaving the Abattoir was hard work. "Oh Cami, you demand so much."

The woman on the other end of the phone let out a scoff, "You say that as if I won't keep cocktails coming your way."

"Well, I had to make sure." Ophelia chuckled as she reached for a pair of off-white heels to match the small white flowers printed on her dress. The siphon plucked a pair of white cat-eye sunglasses from atop her dresser and placed them on the bridge of her nose, "I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you!" Cami sang before ending the call, ready to get back to the rush of the day.

Ophelia shook her head as she grabbed the jean jacket that hung on the back of her bedroom door, she hooked her finger through the coat loop of the jacket and slung it over her shoulder before proceeding out the door.

The woman walked on, her heels clicking against the balcony as she headed in the direction of the stairs. Her steps slowed and her head cocked, eyes narrowing from behind her sunglasses as she noticed Marcel conversing with a rather handsome blonde man.

The dark-skinned vampire turned his head towards the woman as the sound of his heels reached his ears, a small grin erupting on his face as the blond by his side watched on with intrigue. "Lia!"

Ophelia nodded sharply, her free hand pulling her glasses down so that she could look over the top of them, "Marcel, you have a friend?" her tone was teasing as she eyed the blonde man.

She had never seen him before but she could feel the power flowing from him, and from the way he held his head high with a crocked, self-assured grin, she could only assume that she was in the presence of the original hybrid, Klaus.

"And here I thought we were friends, I'm wounded Lia." Marcel chuckled, moving back a step as Ophelia came to a stop, face to face with Klaus, "Klaus, this is Ophelia. Lia, Klaus."

Klaus grinned, his usual wicked smirk adorning his lips as he looked the woman over. She held her head high and had a brow raised. "Pleasure to meet you, love." He held a hand out, and he noticed the hesitance that stopped her from shaking straight away. Hesitance he chalked up to underlying fear, though he was wrong.

Ophelia's eyes stayed on the hybrids outstretched hand before her eyes snapped back to his and she firmly gripped his hand and as she expected, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back, his grin widening as her eyes rolled.

He outwardly chuckled as she pulled her hand from his and pushed her sunglasses back to the bridge of her nose. Without another glance towards the hybrid, Ophelia patted Marcel on the chest and pushed past him, "Good luck, Marcel. Try not to get eaten alive, we all know that one bites."

Klaus watched the woman walk away, his eyes alight with interest, "Ophelia... she's a feisty little thing."

Marcel grit his teeth as he watched his 'friend' stare at the siphon as she made her ever-dramatic exit, he let out a slight chuckle, his hand scratching the back of his neck, "Yeah, Ophelia's a character. She's a good friend, puts me in my place when she needs to. Smart for someone her age and she's got a temper that puts yours to shame."

"Is that so?"

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The smell of booze was a welcomed scent as the vibrant siphon made her way through the bar, her eyes catching sight of Camille's blonde head. She weaved her way through the masses of people that frequented the bar, many moving out of the way for the woman who always looked like she was on a mission.

The brunette's whiskey-eyes also caught sight of another familiar blonde; the one Davina had fun playing rag-doll with; Rebekah Mikaelson.

Ophelia fell into a seat at the bar, Cami offering a relieved grin as the siphon leaned her elbow on the slightly sticky counter, her head resting on her closed fist as a smirk pulled her lips up and revealed her pearly teeth, "Your savior is here."

"I'm sorry, savior?" Rebekah sounded almost offended, though her plump lips showed differently, "Am I boring you, Camille?"

Cami chuckled as shook her head as slid over a mimosa towards Ophelia who took a hearty sip, sighing in appreciation. "Not at all, Ophelia here scares the drunkards off for me."

"Well, I like you already." Rebekah grinned at Ophelia, "Somebody who can dress well and put a man in their place? I think we're destined to be friends, you and I."

Ophelia let out a genuine chuckle of her own before she took a sip of her drink, after swallowing the refreshing gulp she cleared her throat, her eyes lit up with a glint and the left side of her lips tugged upwards, "Putting men in their place? I'm sure you have a story or two that I'd be more than happy to listen to over a shopping trip."

Well, Ophelia was on a roll. One original had eyes filled with intrigue and now another wanted to be BFFs. She mentally applauded herself, though she really was looking forward to that shopping trip; Rebekah always looked incredible.

"We'll make a day of it." Rebekah clapped, her laugh ringing out like a bell as her face lit up. The original glanced back to Cami, "But as I was saying, I'm kind of in an on-again/off-again thing myself at the moment."

"Those are the worst, aren't they? The ones you can't shake, even though you know better, and you always know better?" Cami muttered and Ophelia rose a brow knowing that she was talking about Marcel. She kept her comment to herself for once and drained the rest of her drink, which was half a glass, and placed the glass back down on the counter, only for Cami to shake her head.

"I like you, Cami, and you Lia, most girls have the unfortunate tendency of being whiny little twits."

Ophelia snorted into the fresh glass of alcohol Cami had swapped the empty glass with, "They do, don't they?"

"I'm supposed to go to this posh charity thing thrown by this philanthropist tonight. He's a bit of a Gatsby, throws a mean party. Any interest?" Rebekah was of course inviting Cami to distract Marcel, but as for Ophelia, she could genuinely see herself being good friends with the fashionable, quick-drinking brunette.

Ophelia's eyes sparked with interest, she had been invited by Marcel anyway, after all, his vampires wouldn't lay a hand on the siphon, not if they knew what was good for them. But going with Rebekah sounded like she would actually have some fun. Her dark eyes shot to Cami as the blonde looked like she was going to argue, "We'll both be there." Ophelia stated, shooting Cami a pointed look which made the bartender sigh and nod.

"Fabulous!" Rebekah grinned, her dazzling smile lighting up the bar as her sparkling eyes landed on Ophelia who rose a brow as she sipped her drink, "As for you, you better save me a dance."

Ophelia hummed as she threw back the rest of her drink, unbothered by the small chunks of ice hitting her face before they fell back into the glass with a clunk. "I'll wear my best dancing shoes."

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30-07-2020