Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

The day of love.

February 14, 2014 

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound / St James Infirmary 

Poppy walked down the hall to a room that Vincent and Freya were in, her phone in her hand. She hadn't slept that night, and was still in the sweater and leggings. Now she wore sneakers with it, and her hair was in a ponytail. 

"I think I may have finally found a way to kill Lucien." Freya spoke. "Now, my mother once tried to end my siblings by reversing the Original Vampire spell, and according to her grimoire, only the witch who cast the spell could undo it. You created that serum; therefore, according to my mother, you can turn Lucien back and then Klaus can rip his head off."

Vincent shook his head. "Freya, it wasn't my power that cast that spell. The Ancestors used me as a conduit for some ugly magic that only the spirits have access to. I'm sorry, but nobody alive can tap into that."

"As much as I'd love to hear the rest, Marcellus has been spamming my phone. I don't know why, he never does this." Poppy stated.

The other witch looked down at his phone, which buzzed as if on cue. "Marcel has been blowing up my phone, too. All right, we'll be back."

Vincent walked to the doorway, taking Poppy by the hand and leading her out the door. "Now what do you think is going on? You know Marcel better than anyone else." 

She shrugged leaving the courtyard with the witch. "I don't know. Nothing good." She walked to his car and got in the passenger seat. She looked at her phone, opening her text messages. "He's at St James." 

Vincent nodded, buckling up and beginning to drive. The two sat in silence, and Vincent glanced at Poppy, who stared out the window, nibbling her finger nails. 

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, looking back at the road. 

Poppy took a breath and wiped a tear that fell from her eye. "She's dead. She's gone. She's no longer here to bring a smile on everyone's faces." Her voice cracked. "And it's all because of me." 

"Whoa, Cami's death was not your fault, kid." Vincent furrowed his eyebrows, taken back in surprise. 

She looked at him. "But it is. It was her soul or mine, and I was revived, and she died." 

"This is on Lucien, not you." The witch reminded her of the real evil. "I know you miss her, but you gotta wipe those alligator tears because we need you to be strong right now, okay?" 

Poppy nodded and wiped the remainder of her tears, taking deep breaths. "Okay," she let out a shaky breath, then breathed out a small laugh, then laughed again, and again, until she was in a laughing fit, looking between a confused Vincent and the road. "Oh my god," she laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth, covering it as she laughed. "My life is such a mess." She giggled. 

The once again tribrid continued to laugh as they walked into the club, which was quiet. She stopped in her tracks, now silent, a look of shock on her face. She looked at where Davina laid, her neck covered in blood, her body lifeless. "Oh.." She whispered, rubbing her head. She tried to listen as the three men (Marcel, Kol, and Vincent) conversed with one another, but she found it hard to concentrate for a few moments. 

"Okay," Vincent spoke "we got to get her consecrated right now. If we don't we can't even attempt to get her back."

"We can't consecrate her!" Kol exclaimed. 

Marcel furrowed his eyebrows. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The Ancestors hate Davina." Poppy told him. "If we consecrate her, she'll wake up in their domain, and they will destroy her."