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That was all Blair knew how to do. She had been running for a long time as she tried to escape from her past before it caught up with her. Blair never stayed in one place long enough to make connections with people – many had tried and failed. She felt as if it was easier for everyone if no one got close to her. It was a lonely life to lead but one that was necessary. At first, she had resented her situation and had tried to make connections, despite the situation but it always blew up in her face and then she had to run again. It was just easier to be on her own because then she didn't have to worry about anyone else other than herself. However, there were times she would meet people on the run and who were in similar situations to herself. Katherine Pierce was a woman Blair had met nearly 200 years ago and they had travelled together for nearly 60 years before splitting up. They had met by chance and then kept bumping into each other until they decided to travel together. Blair hadn't liked Katherine at first, she thought her to be shallow and rude. But, Blair found herself charmed by the woman and thought her to be refreshing to all the other people she had met over time. She had never met someone like Katherine before and she soon became a dear friend. Blair could sympathise with her because of how similar their pasts were and it was something they had bonded over. However, other than Katherine, Blair wouldn't say she had many friends. She wasn't allowed to speak with her old friends so they had more than likely forgotten about her.

One of the upsides of her situation was that she got to see the world. After being trapped inside for many years, she had craved freedom and she now had it. It wasn't how she would have liked it, but in Blair's eyes, it was better than nothing. Blair had been to many places, but England, Japan and France had been her favourites and she would love to visit them again if she could. She had seen the most beautiful hidden treasures but she had also seen the ugliest and horrible parts of the world. For 400 years, Blair had never stepped foot in America but she knew that it was time for a change. She needed to be unpredictable and never create a pattern because that is how people got caught. Blair had already decided that she would pick a place at random and go there – that's how she ended up in half the places she did. Blair had picked up a knife and threw it at a map of America, deciding that wherever it landed, she would head to next.

And New Orleans was the next destination.

Blair arrived in New Orleans around midnight. Blair always preferred to travel at night because fewer eyes were watching her. However, there would be occasions when she would travel in the day, just to mix things up. She could never be predictable.

On her arrival, Blair was happy to see crowds of people, all partying away with loud music playing. Seeing as they were distracted, Blair had made her way to the nearest hotel and managed to snag herself a room, curtesy of her magic. The human at the reception desk didn't even notice her take a key and sign herself in. Her magic made sure that no one would even notice anything wrong with a new name appearing out of nowhere. Blair silently laughed to herself as she walked into her temporary room, humans were so gullible. Blair looked around her room, it wasn't much, but it would do for now since she didn't plan on being there for long. She had stayed in worse places before and so it didn't bother her anymore, and besides, there wasn't anything that she couldn't fix with magic.

Blair moved her suitcase further into the room and set it by the bed. Her suitcase contained everything she would need. She had called odd for having a suitcase on the run, but Blair liked her things and she could be materialistic when she wanted to – that was something Katherina had understood. Looking around the room once more, she noticed a mirror that hung on the door. Blair hardly looked in a mirror anymore as she was more preoccupied with other things going on her life.

She was beautiful by human standards. She wasn't blind, and even with her glamour in place, she was what humans would describe as pretty. In this glamour, Blair was an average height, her pale skin was smooth and she was curvy in the right places. Blair had long brown hair that reached her hips and her eyes were a light blue colour. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with black heeled ankle boots, a black crop top with a black leather jacket. Blair felt happy with her appearance this time around, she felt it was more her. She liked to change her glamour with every place she went to keep herself hidden. She tried to make sure she didn't look the same. In some places, she could be a man, other places she could be an old woman. It all depended on what she was feeling that day but she liked this glamour and planned to keep it for her stay in New Orleans.

Feeling happy with her appearance, Blair left the room, locking her door with magic. This way, no one could enter her room without her permission and it was very unlikely she would ever grant it.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and this snapped Blair out of her daze. There were three sets of footsteps behind her. Blair instantly knew that she was being followed and she looked around. There was still a group of people dancing away in the street. Glancing around, Blair knew that she needed to lose whoever was following her so they didn't know where she was staying. Her first instinct was to run, but she decided to kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of the stalkers and also get rid of her anger. Now, Blair just needed to make sure there were no witnesses to what she was about to do.

With a plan in mind, Blair sharply turned right into the next alleyway and walked down it. She stopped when she was about halfway into the alleyway and stayed there. She listened to the footsteps following behind her, and then they stopped. Blair turned around, "Not very nice to follow a lady," She said, her eyes watching the three people in front of her. They were blocking the exit – not that it mattered. Blair looked at each of the men and could instantly tell that they were Vampires. Blair mentally cursed at this, knowing that the scent blocker had worn off and she needed to reapply quickly.

"But you smell so delicious," The first man answered, black veins flickering underneath his eyes, his thirst evident. As he spoke, his fangs began to show and he seemed to crouch slightly, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

"Yeah, we just want a bite," The second man said, the black veins also prominent.

Blair glared at them before smirking. "Then come and get me," As she spoke, she took her hands out from her leather jacket.

The first man charged, appearing in front of her so quickly it would have thrown off a human. But Blair wasn't human and she had been expecting this. She raised her right hand and clenched her fist, watching as her magic worked. The Vampire crumped to the ground, gasping in pain, placing a hand over his head. Blair felt a presence behind her and she flicked her left hand, causing the second man to fall to the ground, hard. Blair clenched her left hand and the first man grunted in pain. Blair looked at the third Vampire, the one who hadn't said anything, "Are you going to try anything?" She asked, arching a brow at him.

The Vampire shook his head, fear in his eyes.

"Smart boy," Blair said, walking over to the Vampire, "What's your name?" Her hands were still clenched, not minding the two Vampires in pain on the ground.

"R-Ryan." The Vampire whispered lowly, fear in his eyes. Ryan was young – very young. Blair wouldn't have placed him any older than sixteen.

Blair watched him for a moment before relaxing her hands, "You saw nothing," She said, waving a hand over his head and watched as Ryan crumpled to the ground, her magic taking effect. Now, Ryan would not remember her at all. Blair looked at the other two Vampires on the ground and saw that they were unconscious. Satisfied with her work, Blair walked away, heading back to her hotel.

Luckily, Blair made it back to the hotel without any further incidents. Once inside, she magically locked the doors and the windows twice, just to be safe. Blair mentally cursed herself as she dived for her suitcase, looking for her perfume. Finding the medium-sized blue bottle, Blair sprayed her neck and wrists, rubbing the insides of her wrists together. Once happy with the application, Blair relaxed on the slightly lumpy bed and sighed in relief.

Blair knew that she should have been more vigilant – she was in Vampire territory. Usually, Blair wouldn't have even entered the same areas Vampires stayed but she felt confident that the Hunter wouldn't know where she was. The Hunter would never expect her to willingly enter Vampire territory and neither would he. Blair knew the risk, she knew that the scent of her blood was irresistible to Vampires and that's why she had sought out the help of a Witch that owed her a favour from long ago. Blair had saved one of the Witches from death, and so the line owed her a debt and she had come to collect. A Witch had made her this perfume to protect her as it would hide her scent from all Vampires. It just needed to be applied every eight hours and then she would be fine. But, there were times where her mind would be preoccupied and things like that would happen.

Deciding that she had enough excitement for one day, Blair changed into a large white t-shirt that hung off her shoulder and a pair of panties. Blair pulled the duvet over herself and let her body relax, her mind wandering off as she fell asleep.

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Davina paid no mind to anything around her, painting the canvas in front of her in bright colours, soft music playing in the background. It was late, but she didn't mind. Davina couldn't sleep anyway and she needed something to keep her mind occupied about the fact she was in an attic and the Witch community was after her. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Marcel was stood at the doorway.

Marcel watched Davina, affection in his eyes as he smiled. He enjoyed watching her work as she seemed to really adore her art, reminding her of a certain someone. But he knew he needed to interrupt her sooner than later. "I could be condescending and ask why you're not in bed, young lady," Marcel said, a playful smirk on his face. He knew how much Davina hated being treated like a child, but he couldn't help himself.

Davina jumped slightly, not expecting Marcel to appear tonight. She turned to him and smiled, "I couldn't sleep," She said simply before turning back to her art. There were nights that she just couldn't sleep and she would spend them drawing. Art soothed her and it was her little escape when things became too much.

Saying nothing, Marcel walked further into the room to look at Davina's artwork. He had been expecting to see a face, but instead, he saw a landscape of fields. "It's impressive," He complimented, hiding his disappointment.

"It's not finished," Davina quipped back.

Marcel watched Davina for a moment, instantly knowing that Davina had no idea about someone using magic in the Quarter, otherwise she would have told him. Davina always told him if someone had used magic and would draw up their faces, just like she had done with Jane-Anne Deveraux. This was how he controlled the Witches in New Orleans and she had never been wrong yet.

"Someone used magic in the Quarter today," Marcel said, after a beat of silence.

Davina immediately stopped drawing, "What?" She turned to look at Marcel, her eyes widened by the news. She thought she had misheard him for a moment, but the serious look in his dark eyes made her realise she hadn't.

Marcel looked at her, "Someone took down three of my guys. Knocked them unconscious and wiped their memories clean. They don't know what or who did it, but it seems like magic." He was hoping that maybe Davina knew something about this. He knew that Davina would always draw who it was, or say a name. But it seemed as though she had no idea about this attack.

"I-I didn't sense anything!" Davina exclaimed, worry in her eyes. Usually, she could feel when someone used magic and she had never been wrong before. She had been helping Marcel keep the Witches under control for months – she was his secret weapon.

Marcel placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "Hey, it is okay. Maybe it wasn't a Witch if you didn't sense it," He wasn't even certain it was a Witch, it could have been another Vampire for all he knew. His guys didn't remember what happened but Marcel was certain that magic was involved, one way or another.

Davian slowly calmed down, "Yeah, maybe it was something else. I'll keep an eye out." Davina said, determined to make sure that if it was a Witch using their magic, they would get caught.

"And any news on our guest?" Marcel asked, looking at the coffin a few feet away. Inside contained Elijah's desiccated body that Klaus had gifted him. He had asked Davina to find a way to kill an Original because there was no way he trusted Klaus.

Davina looked at the coffin. "I am still looking. It would be easier if I had a grimoire…" The French Quarter Witches had many grimoire, but she didn't have access to them at the moment. If she did, then Davina was sure that she would find a spell to fight against the Originals. Instead, she had taken to researching out of books, but they weren't yielding many results.

Marcel sighed, "I know. But no Witch is willing to share one. I am looking for one," Davina had been asking him for a grimoire for a while and he had yet to deliver. No Witch was willing to part with their grimoire and had taken to hiding them because he was asking.

"I know," Davina said, turning back to her drawing.

Seeing this as his queue to leave, Marcel left the attic with one last glance at Davina before he was gone.

Once alone, Davina stopped drawing. She looked around the attic, a sense of loneliness filling her. For months she had been hidden away – to keep her safe from the Witches – but she couldn't help but miss some of the younger Witches, the ones that used to be her friend before they were sacrificed for the Harvest.

Klaus strolled into the plantation mansion with a devious smirk on his face. "Darlings, I'm home!" He exclaimed, a slight spring in his step with the news he had. He had spent the day with Marcel, trying to find the creature that had knocked three of Marcel's guys out. Marcel didn't fully trust Klaus, but after Klaus had given his blood to cure one of his lackeys, Marcel has been a bit nicer. However, they couldn't find the creature responsible. It hadn't been a Witch because Marcel's little weapon hadn't sensed anything, but the magic had been involved, that was something Klaus was certain about. He had felt the magic in the air when he and Marcel visited the alley the attack took place, not that Klaus shared this observation with Marcel.

Rebekah appeared in front of him, looking unimpressed. "Have you found Elijah?" She demanded. She had spent her day looking around, trying to remember the location of Elijah's body only to find nothing.

"Better," Klaus answered with ease, the smirk growing bigger as he spoke. "Someone used magic in the Quarter today, and Marcel had no idea." This news has surprised Klaus and had made him extremely curious. Marcel was supposed to have an iron tight grip on New Orleans, but that had slipped slightly and so Marcel was not happy. Whatever made Marcel unhappy, made Klaus very happy.

Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest, "And how does that bloody help us?"

Klaus rolled his eyes at his sister's attitude and lack of vision. "Marcel didn't know, which means that person can use magic. This means, we can use them to find Elijah," They knew exactly who Marcel's secret weapon was – a Witch. But Klaus couldn't get any Witch to use magic because they were too fearful of getting caught. But, if they had someone who couldn't be detected, then they could find Elijah.

"How can we even be certain it was magic that was used?" Rebekah asked, still not convinced with this idea. She had heard about the attack, and if Davina hadn't been able to sense any magic, it was a possibility that the attacker hadn't used magic at all. They could have been a Vampire or even a Werewolf. Klaus had demanded to know if it had been her who attacked the three Vampires, but Rebekah had adamantly denied the accusations. She had made her entrance into New Orleans and she didn't need to draw any more unnecessary attention onto herself when she was supposedly babysitting Hayley.

Rolling his eyes, Klaus walked over to his sister, "Because, the creature that used magic was a Fae." The Fae had not been sighted in over 800 years and most thought them to be extinct, so to sense a Fae in such a large city was an exciting prospect. Klaus had to find that Fae before anyone else did.

Rebekah's eyes brightened at the news that they found a way to help Elijah. "We need to find them, now."

"We will, love. We will." Klaus answered, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

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The next morning arrived and Blair was up with the sun. Her body was used to waking up at odd hours and not getting a lot of sleep so this didn't bother her much. Often, she didn't have that luxury of sleeping in but she would sometimes award herself some extra sleep when she needed it. Her room had an ensuite bathroom and she had spent the better part of an hour in the bath, enjoying her time relaxing while she could. Blair was laying in the bath, with loads of bubbles and the smell of strawberries in the air. It wasn't often that she could get a bath as most places had showers, but she much preferred the bath. This was one of the very few times she could relax fully. As she laid there in the deliciously smelling bathwater, Blair began to think of her next plan of action. Blair knew that she couldn't stay long in the city, she would need to move on eventually and she was already mentally making plans for her next move. Typically, if she liked a place, she would stay for around a week unless the Hunter was close on her tail. If she didn't like a place she would leave within two days but that didn't happen often. However, a part of her wanted to enjoy her stay for a while. Deciding to ignore this issue for a while, Blair closed her eyes and relaxed further into the bathtub.

Her thoughts strayed to Chloe and the message that she had passed on. Chloe had asked her to spy on the child between a Wolf and Hybrid and this unsettled her immensely. It would be very easy to dismiss this rumour that Chloe claimed was going around, but Blair knew how well informed her kind where, even if they had been in hiding for centuries. It didn't help that she didn't like to think about what the Queen would do to this baby once it was born. The thought of her kind harming this child made her heart feel heavy.

Blair mentally shook her head. She refused to get involved with this – it was nothing to do with her in the first place. Just because the Queen wanted her help didn't mean she was going to do it. In fact, because the Queen had asked, Blair was going to do the opposite and not get involved at all.

Just thinking about the Queen made her restless and annoyed to the point she couldn't even enjoy her bath. Sighing heavily, Blair stood up from her bath, walking on the towels she set on the floor to the bedroom. With a flick of her wrist, a warm wind blew into the room, drying her in minutes as well as her hair. Completely naked, Blair walked over to the wardrobe, full of the clothes she had unpacked that morning. Looking at her clothes, Blair picked out a sunflower print mini dress, a pair of white gladiator sandals and a thin white cardigan. Grabbing her perfume, Blair sprayed her wrists and neck, blocking her scent from Vampires. Blair grabbed a pair of rose gold sunglasses with a matching purse and walked out of her room, making sure to lock the room with her magic once more.

Blair headed to a nearby café to grab some breakfast, feeling famished after not eating for a while. Blair sat at the back of the café, wanting to stay away from people and the massive glass window. The fewer people that could see her, the better. After travelling for such a long time, Blair had taken a liking to an English fry-up and she was always full for hours afterwards. As she tucked into her breakfast, someone sat down in front of her, one whose presence wasn't welcomed. Blair groaned and placed her plastic cutlery down. "Will you leave me alone?" She glared at Chloe, who had interrupted her again.

Chloe frowned, "You know I can't." She reached over to Blair's plate, stealing a piece of toast and munching on it without remorse.

Blair glare hardened, she hated it when people stole her food. One time, when someone tried to steal her food, she had stabbed their hand with a fork. To say Katherine learnt her lesson was an understatement. Instead, Blair drank her coffee, "I have already given you my answer. I am not changing it." She refused to do the Queen's dirty work and no one could change her mind on this. As far as she was concerned, the Queen would rot away in her forest and she would be very happy.

"You don't understand," Chloe shook her head, "This baby is rumoured to be powerful. You know the whispers about the Mikaelson's firstborn children being too powerful." In the supernatural community, the Mikaelson family were almost treated like royalty. Their name sent chills down people's spines and made people wary, especially the name Niklaus Mikaelson. However, a baby changed things and it made people cagey.

Placing her coffee mug down, Blair leaned forward. "And what does the Queen want with a baby like that?" Blair was dreading the answer though her face betrayed nothing. She was well aware of the Mikaelson bloodline, her kind had met Esther and Dahlia before, a thousand years ago, and to say the Fae hadn't been impressed was an understatement.

Chloe finished the toast and was about to swipe another piece, but Blair slapped her hand away. "It is said that this baby will be the Witches' end." Her voice was low, her dark eyes darted around the room to make sure there weren't any eavesdroppers. Glancing around the room, Chloe noticed that there was no Vampires present, or Witches either. However, this still didn't calm her nerves.

Blair said nothing and her face revealed nothing. However, this news did shock her – and she found it a little ironic. This news did not distress her at all, in fact, she hated Witches. The Fae and Witches did not get along at all. There was resentment on the Witches side because of how the Fae were more in touch with nature and their magic was stronger. The Fae hated the Witches for many reasons and it wasn't easy to just point out one reason alone but Blair could say confidently that she hated Witches because of their arrogance. They believed they owned magic and hated it when someone else came along and used magic better than them. There was hardly any Witches that Blair got along with and there was no love lost between them. "That doesn't answer my question. What does she want with the baby?" Blair asked again, her eyes trained on Chloe. Her grip on the coffee was tight and she could feel it start to crack under the pressure.

Chloe avoided Blair's eyes, shifting in her seat nervously.

"If she is planning to harm this child then you need to tell me," Blair demanded, her tone like steel. The hairs on the back of her neck were stood on end at the thought. She knew the Queen was power-hungry – she always had been from what she could remember. But Blair thought that she held some morals about harming children.

Looking at the ground, Chloe refused to say anything.

"Chloe!" Blair hissed lowly, her eyes flashed purple as the mug in her hand cracked under the pressure.

"I don't know," Chloe whispered softly, "All I know is that she is interested in this child. None of us knows why and she won't explain why." The Queen had not given a reason and she had been too scared to ask.

Blair's lips thinned at this news. She didn't like this news at all. She had known the Queen long enough that if she was being secretive to her own kind, it was never good. "She asked me to spy on the child, what else did she want?" It was never just one thing with the Queen, she came with a long list of favours and was high maintenance. Blair had learned that in the past if the Queen asked a favour then it morphed into two, then three until they ended up serving the Queen. The other issue laid with the favours themselves, they were never simple ones but almost complicated and time-consuming – so damn troublesome.

Chloe looked at Blair as though she had been caught, "How did you know?"

Blair rolled her eyes, "I know her, remember? What else if she after?" Blair looked at the mug, noticing that the coffee mug was completely ruined and coffee had spilt on the table. Blair hissed a few curses under her breath and waved her hand. Within seconds, the mug repaired itself as though it had never been broken and the coffee was gone from the table. She may act blasé most of the time but she didn't need people noticing that she had broken the mug because then that would blow her cover. She would rather not have any extra attention from people she didn't know just in case the Hunter had informants hidden away.

"Your magic has improved," Chloe commented in awe, watching the mug as it repaired itself, not a single crack insight.

"It had to. Without it, the Hunter would have caught me years ago." Blair answered blandly, not caring that Chloe flinched at her words. "Now, spit it out. What else does she want?"

Chloe sighed deeply, "She wants you to glimpse into the future. Tell her the fate of this child and what is to come,"

"She can kiss my arse!" Blair hissed, her eyes glowed purple in anger. She couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. Blair vowed that when she next saw the Queen, she would hex her for a hundred years. How dare that woman ask her for favour as steep as this one? The audacity of the Queen was outlandish and completely unreasonable.

Chloe's dark eyes scanned the room frantically, hoping that no one had overheard this. Luckily, it seemed as though no one was paying attention to either of them.

Blair closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would not lose control in front of mortals, this was the last thing she needed. When she was calm, she opened her eyes again and they were back to blue. "My answer to both things are no. I refuse to be used by her. Tell her to ask someone else." Blair was aware of another member of the Queen's Court that could see visions of the future – not as accurately and clearly as Blair – and so the fact the Queen had asked meant that she was desperate. If the Queen was desperate then that made Blair happy because finally, karma was biting that woman in the arse.

"But she needs you." Chloe pleaded.

Blair looked Chloe dead in the eyes, "She hasn't needed me for 400 years. I'll pass." She said, tucking back into her meal, refusing to let Chloe ruin her breakfast any more than it already had been.

Chloe sighed deeply, knowing that they weren't getting anywhere. "How have you been?" She asked, almost hesitant to even ask this question to begin with since it had been a long time since they spoke.

Blair stopped just as she was about to shove a mouthful of food in her mouth. "You're joking, right? You're really asking me how I've been after all this time."

"I am just trying to be your friend," Chloe argued back.

Sitting back in her seat, she put down her plastic cutlery once more – albeit reluctantly. "Okay, since you wanted to do this. I have been crap. I am constantly on the run and I can never stay in one place because if I do, he will kill me. I have received no help from my community – in fact, I was cast out. How do you think I am doing?" Blair sarcastically smiled, a murderous and deadly glint in her eyes.

Chloe stared at Blair, sadness in her dark eyes. "You've changed,"

Blair scoffed, "Of course I have changed. I wouldn't have survived if I didn't change." Blair did not like her past self and would often try to forget about what she had been like. Blair's younger self had been naïve, blind and stupid. However, this soon changed when she went on the run. Looking back, Blair was surprised that she had even lasted that long. Her magic had been weak since she had not been allowed to train that much. It was on the run that she had learned how to use her magic and after 400 years, Blair was quite impressed with how far she had come.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said.