Each room in the Mikaelson house appeared as if it were supposed to be on a magazine spread about home and furniture. Damon was almost—keyword being almost—afraid to sit on the furniture in case he wrinkled the fabric or stained it with something he didn't even know was on his pants. The furniture was rustic and dark, sprinkled liberally with vibrant cushions. There was a table in easy reach of every seat and the walls had more paintings than photographs. He knew that it was Elijah's personal space in the grand Mikaelson mansion, his own private sanctuary away from his missing siblings.

   "Have either of you heard of Mary Beauchene?" Elijah asked as he walked around the room, an old book in hand.

   "Who?" the Salvatore's said in unison.

   Bonnie Bennett leaned forward on her seat and pressed her hands together. "Grams had mentioned her a few times," she said, glancing from the brothers to the Original. "She was a witch during the Salem trials, powerful, and apparently she sold her soul to the Devil."

   "Met him, fought him, defeated him," Damon muttered, staring at the perfectly polished table with bored eyes. "He wasn't that slick."

   "Allow me to remind you that this was a time where God meant everything to the Puritans," Elijah said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he passed the pages of the book he held. "Damon, tell me, what is love to a woman?"

   Damon looked up at the Original and shrugged his shoulders. "Everything?"

   "Love is to a woman what what war is to a man," Elijah said, eyes darting from the book to the oceanic blue, "the most deadly thing they'll do." His eyes then fell back on the book. "Mary Beauchene is a witch, in which inside her the blood of Beauchene's and Bennett's were combined into one."

   "Is?" Stefan questioned, leaning closer to the Original.

   "Freya's not the only witch that was brought to life," the Original said. "The witches that brought back Freya, also brought back Mary."

   "Why would they bring two witches back to life?" Stefan questioned, glancing from his brother to the Original.

   "Power," Damon muttered, his fingers close to his mouth. "Freya's a powerful witch, almost as powerful as her mother, and Ioanna Beauchene was pretty powerful."

   "Mary was also powerful," Elijah said. "But, she was betrayed by someone in her coven. Her family was burned at the stake, and she watched them all die. Before she was burned, she said that she would return and wreck havoc to those that upset her."

   "And now she's here," Damon sighed, leaning back on the chair. "Which made it a prophecy, not just a curse. Again, why? Those that burned her are dead, have been dead for a few hundred years."

   "There are a few Puritan vampires that roam the streets of New Orleans," Elijah divulged, hands together as he glanced between the brothers and the witch. "Some were turned after having children, others were turned before, but they were all there."

   "So, this Mary may be going after their descendants?" Stefan asked, raising a brow. "But, why would the witches raise her, though? This doesn't make any sense."

   "Again, power," Damon said, in an almost annoyed tone. "This Mary was powerful, and witches these days want nothing more but power. So, why not raise two of the most powerful witches that have existed?"

   "But, Bonnie's powerful," Stefan reminded him, quickly glancing at the mentioned witch. "How come they're not trying to use her?"

   Damon shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not a witch, Stefan, I don't know what goes through their mind."

   Bonnie shifted on her seat, then she stood with her hands pressed against her thigh. "Grams said Mary Beauchene married Giles Bennett, and through them our bloodline continued. So, two powerful witches marry, they have children, and their children also inherit magic. Their children would have been more powerful, so why would these witches resurrect her and Freya?"

    "Because the Beauchene's are said to have come from another realm," Elijah said. "A realm full of magic and prosperity."

   Damon rubbed his hands together and let out a sigh. "Well, that doesn't answer who brought Freya back and why." He stood and looked down at the Original. "Thanks for inviting us, Elijah, but please call when you have some useful information."

   "This is useful information, Damon," Bonnie said. "We know there's another witch that was resurrected, so we can find her first and ask questions."

   "Then how do we find Mary Beauchene?" Damon asked, glancing at the three people around the room. "Do we go around town and ask for a witch that just came back from the dead?"

   "We ask another Beauchene witch," Bonnie said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Freya may not remember that she's a witch, but there's Frederick."

   As soon as they got to the hotel room, they told everything to Frederick Beauchene. Stefan and Bonnie spoke, Damon leaned back and listened, sometimes making sarcastic comments and then sinking back to his thoughts. When he first heard that Freya was alive, he was close to finally finding that happiness he had been searching for. When he first saw her, that happiness was just a breath away. That happiness was ripped away from him with a smile, and then a question of what poison would he have. He wished for nothing more but to find that happiness again, and keep it clutched tight in his hands. 

   "Mom used to be one of those witches that loved to follow the balance of nature," Frederick said as he ran around the room, picking books and quickly searching through them. "A servant of nature, she liked to call herself. Aunt Helena, on the other hand, liked to dabble with all kinds of magic. She once found a spell that allowed her to penetrate hole-like elements through the veil of the Other Side, and she used it to localise the spirits of our ancestors, this being able to communicate with them. I think they call that the Ancestral Plane."

   "I heard about that," Bonnie said, crossing her arms and staring at the fast-moving with with furrowed brows. "But, I thought it was only for the witches of New Orleans."

   "For a witch to join the Ancestral Plane, they have to go through consecration," Frederick jabbered, continuing to look through the man books. He stopped looking when he noticed that everyone was looking at him strangely. "Consecration is when a dead witch is buried so their soul can join the Ancestral Plane. This process is complicated because the witch has to be dressed in white, rose petals have to be thrown over the body, and then they would have to be sprayed with holy water." He stopped moving. "Mom and Aunt Helena did this to Freya when she died..."

   "That's impossible," Damon spoke up, finally joining the conversation. "I saw Freya on the Other Side."

   "The Ancestral Plane and the Other Side are basically the same thing," Frederick explained. "The difference is that when a witch moves on to the Ancestral Plane, they fuel the magical communities power." He stared at Damon. "I think you saw Freya on the Other Side because she wanted to see you."

   "That makes me feel better," the vampire sarcastically said, smiling. "Thanks."

   Frederick rolled his eyes. "I've been reading this books for a while, and I found a few spells for resurrection. The thing is, that either the witch has to die to bring back another witch, or they channelled a magical object." He took a deep breath. "A witch can also resurrect themselves if they channel their heart's greatest desire, which is a mixture of necromancy and empathetic channelling due to its connection to death and their emotions." Once again, he stopped moving and his eyes landed on the oldest vampire. "Damon, do you think that maybe Freya resurrected herself so she could see you again?"

   "Why would she do it know when she could have done it the moment she died?" Damon asked. He kept a strong facade, pushing back the pain that went through him. "And why would Mary Beauchene be back, too?"

   "Okay, so take self-resurrection out of the equation," Frederick mumbled as he turned back to the books. He stopped moving and slowly turned to them again. "Or, maybe not. What if Mary resurrected herself, but she needed more power so she brought Freya back, too? Think about it! Mary can be channelling Freya to make herself stronger."

   "Wouldn't Freya be able to feel her channelling?" Damon questioned, fingers opening and closing at his side.

   Bonnie nodded. "She should be able to feel it if it's a lot of power."

   "Maybe Freya doesn't know she's a witch," Stefan spoke up. "Maybe she thinks she's sick, not channelled."

   "That explains why I saw her taking some medication," Frederick said. "She doesn't know she's a witch, which means Bonnie and I have to tell her."

   Damon nodded and laid his hands on his waist, a sort of rage burning through him. He was angry at the mysterious Mary Beuchene; he was angry at every witch that practiced necromancy; he was angry at Freya for not resurrecting herself; he was angry at himself for not being able to protect the things he cared most about in the world. So, he nodded, and he allowed that rage to sink deep.

   "You two do that," he said to Bonnie and Frederick. "Stefan and I will search for Mary Beauchene, and kill her."