Upon returning home, Sage rolled her eyes, finding Finn still glued to the TV.
It was a couple of hours later when she finally heard him turn it off.
"Finished?" asked Sage, walking over.
"Yeah, it was good. It's amazing what humans can accomplish when they're not going around killing and burning everything down," he said, releasing a yawn with a big stretch.
"Whelp, I think it's time I get out there and start killing and burning everything down," he said, making a move towards the door.
"Before you go, you might want to hear about what's been happening while you've been rotting away here," said Sage.
"Oh yeah? Lay it on me," he said, turning to face her.
"Marcel, huh? Now that's interesting. I'll take it from here, tell the rest to back off," he said, when she finished telling him.
"Why Marcel? I thought you'd be more interested in the witches becoming allies. They'd be a big boon for us in the coming fights," said Sage.
"I don't know, something seems off about the witches in this city, and I don't particularly want to ally with another group of questionable magic users. But a weapon that can deal with them is something worth checking out, and you should know that the witch with the ashes could only be Bonnie. It'd explain how Kol got his hands on some, probably summoned from the leftover debris in the area," said Finn.
"I was thinking that, but wasn't sure," said Sage, following him out.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" asked Finn.
Her brows furrowed, "With you."
"Not this time babe, I'm the only one with any substantial immunity to magic, and you wouldn't be able to come even if you wanted, if what they say is true," said Finn.
Sage frowned, "I don't like you going alone."
"It'll be fine. You can have the group on standby if something goes wrong," said Finn.
"Fine, I'll let them know," said Sage reluctantly.
Giving her a goodbye peck, he was out the door searching for Marcel.
He managed to find him near the same bar where they first met.
It wasn't long before he was following him into a different part of the city, towards an abandoned-looking church, and watched him enter. Smirking at the silly idea of anyone believing in God when creatures like them existed, and could walk in and out of such buildings while holding crosses without any adverse effects, as they portray in movies and TV shows.
Marcel frowned at finding Davina out of her room, "What are you doing down here? You know it's not safe."
"You're saying I can't even come down here now? What can I do?! Or am I a prisoner?!" asked Davina angrily.
"You know it's not like…" Marcel spun rapidly around upon hearing the church door open.
"Nice place you have here. Mind if I have a look around?" asked Finn casually, strolling in.
"Davina, get behind me," said Marcel, putting himself between them. "Finn, what brings you here?"
"I was interested in this weapon everyone was talking about, but I have a feeling it's not quite what they expected," said Finn, eyeing the girl.
"Who is this?" asked Davina worriedly, feeling Marcel's nervousness.
"Finn Mikaelson," answered Marcel, not taking his eyes off him.
"One of those Originals? But how did you make it here, and why can't I feel you?" asked Davina curiously.
Finn grinned, "So you are a witch. Tell me, how did a young witch like you end up with a Vampire?"
"He saved my life," said Davina proudly.
"Is that right? And then what, you've been trapped here ever since?" inquired Finn, trying to piece things together.
Marcel sneered, "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Enlighten me," said Finn.
"I've been protecting her from both the vampires and the witches. The question is, what do you want now that you know? I will not stand idly by should you wish to harm her," warned Marcel.
"Is that true? Has he been protecting you out of the goodness of his heart?" Finn asked the witch, not believing it for a second.
"Yes…" She answered hesitantly as the second question rattled around in her head.
"You don't sound sure," said Finn.
Marcel gave her a concerned look.
Gathering her nerve, she answered more resolutely, "I'm sure."
Finn snorted, "Then explain the witch killings, the werewolf curse, and the vampire rings that allowed him to take control of the city."
"They wanted to kill me!" yelled Davina, "And why shouldn't I help him after he saved my life?"
"Don't be naive!" snapped Finn, "Do you have any idea the number of deaths that can be placed directly on your shoulder because of your decisions?"
"I, I, I don't know," said Davina, shaking her head, feeling distraught at the possibility.
"Don't listen to him, we've made this city safer than it ever was," said Marcel hastily, seeing Finn's words reaching her.
"We both know that's not true. Don't forget they're vampires, they feed on humans," said Finn.
"You know nothing! It's time for you to go!" Marcel growled and attacked, anger clouding his judgment.
Finn smirked, "Afraid you'll lose your weapon Marcel?"
Dodging the first strike, Finn's grin grew as the fight went on, both of them falling into a sort of rhythm, a hit here, a hit there, dodge this, dodge that.
To Davina, it resembled more of a blurry, high-speed dance than a fight. The way they moved to and fro with their blows, zipping this way and that, destroying any seated benches that got in their way.
"Been in a few scraps I see… Shame it was only a few," said Finn, quickly gaining the upper hand.
Marcel could only scowl as he got caught up in his pace, hating the feeling of being toyed with.
On the other hand, Finn was taking it slow, testing him, enjoying the moment while slowly outmaneuvering him as the fight dragged on.
Evading a hard right, then left, Finn slipped in a punishing body shot that nearly doubled him over. A following two-hit combo to the face put him down for the count.
"You dare challenge me while on vervain?" Finn's nose wrinkled disdainfully, smelling it in the blood. Kicking him away angrily in disgust, having forgotten he was on it, ruining what could have been an enjoyable fight.
He knew why he did it with the risk of being surrounded by his siblings daily, but that didn't sway his opinion on it, viewing it as a cowardly option, one that admitted defeat without ever having tried. Though arguably, you could still try while on it, you wouldn't be at your best.
"Marcel!" cried Davina, seeing her protector crash into the wall.
"Leave him alone!" she yelled, sending a wave of magic at him, pushing the scattered pieces of broken wood around him while he stood unmoved.
"You would still defend him after everything I revealed?" asked Finn calmly.
"You know nothing!" Davina shouted more out of fear than anything, unleashing another wave of force.
"I see you're a slow learner, but there's no need for us to fight; we can just ask him," Finn persuaded.
Seeing nothing happening, Davina continued to pour magic into it, visualizing his body being torn asunder as the very air around her began to crackle.
And as the ground around him broke apart, Finn's eyes widened when he felt the amulet rattle, straining against it.
Not taking any chances, he immediately sped out of the way, and the entire front of the church instantly blew out in an explosion of debris, leaving a great big gaping hole.
Finn whistled, "Impressive."
Davina glared at him, "You…" and then fell, having overexerted herself.
Finn appeared next to her in a flash, catching her, "Careful, looks like you overdid it."
"Let her go!" shouted Marcel, rushing to her aid.
Placing her gently down, Finn caught Marcel with a swift straight kick to the face, knocking his lights out upon running into it, his head slammed down with a hard thud.
"Marcel!" Davina cried yet again at seeing his head crack against the ground, bleeding.
"Relax, he's not dead, and when he wakes, I expect you to help me question him," said Finn.
"I'll never help you!" she spat, scooting over to check on him.
"Not even to learn the truth?" asked Finn.
"What truth?" asked Davina.
"The truth about why he keeps you here," said Finn.
Her brows furrowed, "Why would you care about that?"
He grinned, "I have this horrible condition called empathy, perhaps you've heard of it?"
"Says a vampire," she snorts.
"Ignoring the fact that Marcel is a vampire, you trust. I guarantee I've killed the least number of people out of everyone here, and none of them were innocent. Besides, your situation is oddly similar to the one I was in," argued Finn, sitting on a nearby bench.
"How so?" she couldn't help but ask.
"I, too, was trapped against my will, and I, too, seek revenge upon the ones who did it," said Finn.
She summoned a wash cloth from the priest's quarters, wiping the blood from Marcel's face.
"If you'd like, I know a spell that I'll get him up quicker," said Finn, watching her tend to him.
"Why? So you can start torturing him for answers?" asked Davina snidely. "Can't you leave us alone already? What more do you want?"
"Haven't I already answered that? Now, do you want my help or not? Because I'm not leaving until everything is settled," said Finn.
Davina gritted her teeth, "Fine, tell me the spell."
Finn grinned and told her.
Completing the spell, Davina looks down to find nothing's changed. "It didn't work," she said, turning to glare at him.
Finn smirked, "It worked fine. That was a cleansing spell to get rid of the vervain."
"You tricked me!" she shouted angrily.
"I did no such thing. I told you what I wanted, and we can't exactly find out the truth if I can't compel him, now can I?" he explained. "But I did promise a spell to help get him up quicker. Repeat after me…"
She reluctantly complied, the blood beneath being reabsorbed as the body mended at a visible rate.
Marcel's eyes shot open, gasping for air. "Davina? What happ…" he started to ask before his eyes landed on Finn, who was upon him in a flash, moving Davina away as he grasped Marcel's face, locking eyes with him.
"You will answer all my questions truthfully. Tell me why you saved Davina," Finn ordered.
"She was a child, and they were going to sacrifice her. I couldn't let that happen," said Marcel.
"See, I told you," said Davina smugly.
"Then why have you kept her trapped in here?" asked Finn, ignoring her.
"When I found out what she could do, I knew I couldn't let her leave; she was my ticket to the top," said Marcel.
Davina's hand shot to her mouth in disbelief.
"No, I don't believe it. All this time, all this time I was just a, a weapon for you?" asked Davina, shaking her head, tears dropping.
"Answer her," ordered Finn.
Marcel struggled against it, but the words slipped out, "Yes, but…"
Finn cut him off. "Stay quiet, and don't move." Turning to the devastated Davina, who was openly weeping, he gave her a shoulder to cry on and consoled her. "It'll be okay, I'm here to free you."
After a moment, pitifully, she asked, "Why would you help me? Do you also need a weapon?"
Finn snorted, "I'm an Original, I don't need weapons, and I told you our situations aren't all that dissimilar."
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Outside the church, a crowd gathered as Father Kieran arrived, his mouth agape at the sight of the destruction.
"Father, we secured the premises," said a man running up to him.
"I came as soon as I heard. Do we know what happened?" asked Father Kieran.
"Not yet. There are three people inside: Marcel, a girl, and possibly Finn Mikaelson," the man informed.
Father Kieran frowned. "I'll take it from here and find out what's going on, keep the people back."
"Understood," said the man.
.
He steadied her as her body swayed uncontrollably, on the verge of fainting.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked weakly, having never experienced this.
"Marcel said something about a sacrifice," said Finn.
"My coven was sacrificing me and my friends for a ritual. I was the only survivor," said Davina sadly.
"I see, and I'm guessing it's the reason you have so much magic, among other things," said Finn, putting everything together.
She nodded.
"Due to the incomplete ritual, all that magic has been trapped inside you, and your body can't handle the amount… I think you're dying," said Finn somberly.
"No, I don't want to die, I haven't even lived yet," she cried.
"If you're willing, I could help you," said Finn, thinking of a solution.
"Please," she said weakly.
"Are you sure? You'd be bound to me," said Finn.
"I want to live," said Davina resolutely.
He grinned as her eyes closed, "Consider it done," he said, picking her up in a princess carry and sprinting away with her as the priest stepped in.