A/N: KOLVINA LIVES! I'm so happy about my Kolvina so decided to pist this. Just in case anyone was confused, this is the same one from AO3, I'm just posting it now. Anyways this is my first venture in not only writing Kolvina, but Originals altogether. Just to be clear this is an AH/AU and there are characters, from TVD mainly Bonnie Bennett, but you dont have to watch that or anythig. Anyways, enjoy!
I've been searching for a trail to follow
Take me back to the night we met
-Lord Horan
Ah, New Orleans. No town or city was quite like it. It had a unique blend of a vibrant atmosphere and a magical feel to it. Now, Kol Mikaelson had been to many beautiful places with their own unique charm in his life. However no place had come close to the same feeling he got whenever he walked on the semi-busy streets of the French quarter. This was his home. No matter if he wanted it to be or not.
Things hadn't changed that much since the last time he had visited, which was an odd comfort. Jackson Square still was filled with painters and tourists trying to get to every booth before sunset while some dealers looked like they were catching their next prey. Both sides of the streets were filled with different shops and restaurants that all had their own personal order which seemed to mix quite well altogether. Kol took a welcomed deep breath of said air, feeling like he was breathing for the first time since he had left. This city always had that effect on him, even when he didn't want it to.
"Do you need me to get your bag for ya, Sir?" Asked the Cabby from the driver's seat, taking the young Mikaelson out of the silent reunion with his old city.
Kol turned back to the man, giving him a charming smile. "No thanks, Mate. I got it from here." He then handed him a wad of money and then winked. "Keep the change."
Before the taxi driver coukd react, Kol was already out of the cab, and headed to the trunk to get his trusty old suitcase that had been his one constant companion in the past few years. He then realized he more than likely wouldn't need the ol' gal for a while. Even then, Rebekah would probably give him a brand new one and try to throw the old one away. He squeezed on its handles at the thought. It was ridiculous, really, having such an attachment to a suitcase. He knew it went deeper than that, that he was treating the ol' girl as some metaphor-or whatever psychological term Cami or now Bonnie would call it.
But Kol definitely did not want to dwell on that or any of his other "issues". Which was why, instead of walking toward the big, old mansion across the street, the youngest Mikaelson decided to prolong the inevitable and get a few drinks in his system first. So he headed toward the well familiar bar down the street, with his trusty ol' suitcase in hand rolling down beside him.
Rousseau's had always been a favorite for the locals since some tourists were allured by it but not all so it there was always an open seat for anyone. Tonight however, it had become more crowded than Kol remembered it being. Fortunately enough there were a few seats at the bar that were opened, to which he gladly headed toward. Taking a seat on one of the stools, he put his suitcase in front of him. Once settled he looked around for the bartender whose back happened to be behind him. Kol studied her physique for a moment and was delighted to recognise the tiny worded tattoo on the back of her caramel-skinned neck. It was barely visible with her curly hair covering most of it. She was too busy mixing drinks like a pro to take any notice of someone watching her. Or at least he thought so, that is until she spoke first, beating him to it.
"You, know it's considered offensive for one to stare at someone else like they're some poor small animal you're about pounce on. And if you continue to do so I'm going to have sick our bouncer on you to deal with."
Kol scoffed. "Oh please, I'd feel bad for the poor sap who would stupidly treat you as such. Since we all know you're no small defenseless animal in the food chain. I still have the scars from the summer of 10th grade to prove it."
Sometime while he spoke, she had stopped what she was doing and slowly turned toward him.
A wide smirk spread across her face as she starred at him. "Kol Mikaelson."
He gave her his infamous smirk, "Bonnie Bennett. Still feisty as ever I see."
He watched as she handed the people beside him drinks before putting her attention back on him. "Still a charming pain in the ass I see."
"Why yes. Though I might add you're the one who called me charming, not me."
She rolled her eyes, while grabbing a an empty glass and started to clean it.
Kol continued, "I take it you took Cami's place after she opened her own practice then?"
"Basically. I need the extra money while I'm finishing up grad school. And it's great when I don't have any gigs."
Kol tensed at the mention of her budding singing career.
Bonnie looked at him for a moment, like she knew what he was thinking. Dammit, he forgot how damn intuitive she could be. It was one her many traits that often intimidated people, his siblings included.
"But Sophie and her killer gumbo are still hear and fresh as ever. Want some?"
"Nice aversion tactic, though I would say not one of your best. Hasn't your psychology classes taught you anything?"
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Ha ha. I don't need my major to know when your avoiding something. Let's say, your family for an example."
He was silent for a moment. "You know what, gumbo sounds perfect actually. And I have to try one of your drinks. See if they're still as good as before."
"And you're still avoiding the elephant in the room. But I'll let it slide for now since you really should try one of my drinks. They're even better than before if I do say so myself. I think they could even rival Grams'."
They both smiled fondly at the memory if Sheila Bennett. Grams, as they liked to call her, was the Mikaelson family governess/nanny/better parent than their own combined since even before they were the Mikaelsons when she looked after Kol's mother, Esther and her sister, Dahlia. She basically had been their grandmother since neither of his parents had great relationships with their parents. Something that they ironically passed on to their children. Grams had been there for each individual Mikaelson child like they were her own. Every time she'd cook she'd always have at least one of them to be her 'kitchen' helper and make one of her delicious 'concoctions'-as she liked to call it. When they were older the concoctions also included alcoholic beverages, something they all enjoyed keeping from Esther and Mikael, even Finn who hated keeping secrets from his 'darling mother' who could do no wrong even when... Kol mentally kicked himself. Nope, he was not going down that path.
He raised a brow, "Oh, really? Then, now I have to try them." He looked at the big chalk board behind her that had the menu and found a section of drinks. "In fact I'll have one of "BB's Specials" and I'll even be generous enough to let you pick which one."
"How, sweet of you." She mocked. "I think I know just the drink you'd want."
As Bonnie began making his drink, Kol looked around the bar that had given him a lot of memories, good and bad. He noticed it became even more crowded than when he first arrived. He turned back to Bonnie who placed a glass in front of him.
She had a giant grin spread from ear to ear. "I would say enjoy but I already know you're going to love it."
Kol rolled his eyes before grabbing the glass. "You're insufferable."
Bonnie shrugged, nonchalantly. "Takes one to know one."
He shook his head before taking a sip. Dammit, it really was good. Though he didn't want to give her the satisfaction just yet, because he was a devil like that.
Placing the glass gently down, he gave her his best disappointment face. "Sorry, Bon... but it's not the best you've made. I'd try tweaking it up a bit."
Bonnie slapped his hand.
"Ow! I'm no bartender but I do know hitting a customer is frowned upon."
"You liar! You liked it. Admit it Mikaelson."
"Alright, alright, I confess I did like it. Very much so actually."
She smiled triumphantly. "Thank you. Now I'll go get you your gumbo. Try not to get into any trouble for the few minutes I'm gone, will you?"
"I promise. Though the keyword is 'try'".
Bonnie rolled her eyes before turning to her side to head toward the kitchen. Taking another sip of his drink, Kol felt someone stand on the right side of him.
"Damn, I just missed her." Came a soft voice.
Kol tilted his head to see a girl who seemed to be around his age, if not a little younger. Her long, chocolate brown hair went down in loose waves, hiding part of her face. She was tapping her fingers against the wooden bar, as she sighed in frustration.
"Something the matter, Darling?"
The girl stopped her tapping as she quickly turned to look at him. Kol took her in for a moment, and wow were his assumptions about her beauty understated. She was beautiful, and also a contradiction in a way, Kol noticed as he studied her. Her eyes sparkled with an odd mixture of what seemed like innocence and fire.
She also in turn studied him and her blush did not escape him as she unsuccessfully tried not look phased.
"Nothing that concerns you."
"That may be true. But I might be able to help. After all, I happen to be a great asset in many predicaments. I have many skills."
She raised a brow. "What, like bothering young impressionable girls with that fake Prince Charming act?"
Kol mock offense, putting a hand on his heart, "Ouch. Fine fair enough. I know when I'm not welcomed. Though if you're in a need to get a drink so quickly, I do know the bartender."
Her eyes sparkled in intrigue. "Which one?"
"I've known a few of them but I'm closest to Bonnie Bennett.
The girl snorted. "You're close with Bonnie?"
"What you don't believe me?"
"No, actually I do. She tends to be friends with questionable people who like to wear nice jackets even when it's 80 degrees outside." She titled her head, pointing to his favorite brown jacket.
Kol couldn't help but laugh. "Point taken. I get it, Bonnie tends to not have the best taste in friends. But we have to cut her some slack since she seems to be friends with you, and I have a feeling you'd be a great friend to have."
The blush returned as the cute girl turned her head to hide, a smile escaping.
"That is true. Even if you just used it as a line."
Kol raised his hands up in surrender. "No line, Darling. I'm just stating what I observe."
Her gaze went back to his, eyes sparkling with intrigue. "You never stop, do you?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Basically no."
She laughed and it was like music to his ears. After a few moments she suddenly stopped, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. Her smile grew wide and bright, causing something in his stomach to flip at the sight.
He ignored the feeling, giving her a questioning look.
"They put my song on! Bonnie and Sophie usually don't like my suggestions since they're "more than a century outdated and sounds like something only vampires listen to". Bonnie's words, not mine." The girl rolled her eyes at that. "But they put one of the remixes I let them borrow."
Kol listened to the bar's sound system before groaning.
She giggled. "I take it you don't like the classics either?"
"Let's just say I'd rather sleep in a coffin with dull silence for a century instead of only having that as music for my entire lifetime."
Her eyes widened in shock but she immediately recovered, letting out a small laugh. "Wow, I sure haven't met anyone with such hatred for classical music before."
"And I haven't met anyone with such passion for said music." He countered.
"Touche." She said with a wide grin. It was so bright and infectious, making him smile wide as well. Something in his stomach kept tugging at him the more as he stared at her beauty.
Kol has no idea how long they were silent when she finally spoke up first, "What?"
He blinked at the small haze he seemed to be in. Mentally kicking himself, a confused look was his only reply.
She shifted slightly and asked softly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Sorry darling, I just got lost in your beauty."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, though her cheeks turned the most beautiful shade if red he'd seen on her yet. "Now that's a line I'm sure you've used on all the girls."
Kol leaned in closer. "Maybe. But it's still the truth. Just like I know you were doing the same with me."
And there it was, yet another shade of red appearing on her beautiful face. Kol hadn't had this much fun making a girl blush in years. He saw her eyes look down toward his lips, giving him a thrill.
The beauty leaned in, "That may be true. Maybe not." She teased.
Kol laughed. "Well, I like to think it was the second option." His eyes widened in realization. "Though I like to know the names of the people I'm flirting with."
The cute girl opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another voice.
"Hey, D sorry I'm late on your drink."
They both blinked before simultaneously turning their heads toward the sight of Bonnie leaning on the other side of the bar.
"Uh, it's okay Bon. I know it's really busy tonight."
"Gee I wonder why." She teased, handing the brunette a shot if tequila.
Kol's eyes widened, "Impressive. I wouldn't take you for a tequila girl."
Her gaze found his again. "Yeah well I'm full of surprises." She then closed her eyes, before downing the whole shot. Slamming the glass on the counter, she looked back at Bonnie.
The bartender winced. "Hey careful, Sophie would kill me if a glass broke on my watch."
"Sorry."
"It's okay." Bonnie then turned to Kol placing a bowl in front of him. "One bowl of delicious gumbo at your request."
"Why thank you ma'lady." He teased.
Both girls rolled their eyes.
Bonnie looked at both if them. "So I take it you two already met." She said casually, though Kol has known the Bennett long enough to know there was more to it than that.
"Just now actually. Why Bonnie, you didn't tell me you had such a beautiful friend."
The girl giggled while his old friend rolled her eyes yet again.
Before anyone could reply a girl with long curly hair came up behind them.
"Hey, Davina it's time."
The cute girl took a deep breath before releasing it. "Okay Gia, I'm ready."
Bonnie gave her a reassuring smile, "Break a leg. You're gonna be great."
She smiled softly. "Thanks Bonnie." She then turned to Kol. "I'm Davina by the way. It was very nice to meet you."
"Cool name-" But he could finish Davina turned around and left with her friend at her side. Kol watched her until she disappeared into the crowd, her name playing on repeat in his mind.
"Davina." He whispered, testing her name on his lips.
"Uh oh. I know that look."
Kol turned his body back to the direction of the bar, meeting Bonnie's expectant gaze.
"I haven't the faintest idea you're talking about."
"Sure you don't. But Kol I'm warning you now, please be careful, okay? Davina's a good friend and if you mess with her you're going to have to suffer my wrath. And you know very well how lethal it can be." He shuddered at the memory. "Well mine and plenty of others'. Especially someone who already doesn't like you."
Kol raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"Think about it Kol. Doesn't her name sound familiar to you at all?"
He thought for a moment when realizationed dawned on him. "Ah, shit." Kol mumbled under his breath. Davina. Davina Claire. The girl who Marcel took in a little after Kol had left. He knew hey were bound to met and was actually a little surprised they hadn't already. Then again Kol hadn't visited his hometown as much as some of his family members had visited him at whatever city he was currently at and Marcel never attended those trips, mostly since they usually were also business trips. Even then he never was surprised when Rebekah visited him solo, since Marcel hates his guts. Kol sighed, of course the first pretty girl he'd meet had to be so connected with his family.
Bonnie patted his shoulder, sympathetically. "Which reminds me. Speaking of Marcel, Rebekah called me. She said you hadn't come home yet and was worried. Once I told her you were here she became pissed off." She narrowed her eyes at him in that judgmental way that she perfected.
Kol sighed. "I'll call her and tell her I'm alright."
"You better. Because I'm not going to go down because I'm the messenger. Just to warn you there's about to be live music so you might as well go home now..." she paused before softly continuing, "unless you'd like to stay and hear it. I have a feeling you're going to like this act."
Kol sighed, "Bonnie you know I don't go to live shows anymore-"
"Besides mine, right?" She finished for him, giving him a warning glare.
"Besides yours of course."
It was Bonnie's turn to sigh. "Kol I get it. But stay just this once? And if you can't take it for at least a few minutes then by all means go. Besides it gives you reason for avoiding your family some more."
"Well you do bring a valid argument." He sighed again. "Fine I'll stay. But only for a little bit."
Bonnie smiled triumphantly. "You won't regret it."
"Yeah, yeah, just cater to your other victims-oops I mean customers."
She glared at him before pouring a drink for another customer.
Kol turned around to find the stage. Even with the full crowd he was able to get a pretty decent view of it. When he spotted the band, who looked like they were ready, Kol couldn't help a small smile escape at the sight of Davina at the keyboard. Her head was down, looking like she was in deep concentration. Suddenly she lifted her head up and met his gaze from all the way across the room. He gave her his best charming smile with a slight nod, as to say "good luck". She smiled herself with a small nod of her own.
Her attention then went back to the band as Bonnie, who didn't know had left her spot behind him, took the front microphone. "How's everyone doing tonight?" She asked energetically, making the crowd cheer in response. "Well, we have a special treat for you all and will make you're night even more special." The crowd cheered louder as Bonnie turned to the band, "Take it away guys." Kol, who's eyes were still on Davina, noticed as her nervous gaze turned to one of utter focus as she nodded to her friend Gia and began to play.
Wow. It was breathtaking. He listened as she beautifully played somewhat of a mixture between modern and classical while Gia played the violin to a similar jazzy tune that he used to love to listen to in the French quarter. They were accompanied with an acoustic guitar, blending beautifully well with the two other instruments. It was hypnotizing.
Then Davina started to sing.
Kol was officially a goner, losing himself to the beautiful melody and her entrancing voice. It was like magic. A sudden ache of his once love for music came back in full force. And in several precious moments, Kol Mikaelson couldn't remember why he gave up music. In fact he couldn't even think. All he could so was continue to listen to the magical melody and watch Davina as she poured her heart and soul into it. At some point when she wasn't singing, her gaze caught his again. Her smile that reached her bright, shinning eyes was the widest he'd seen in someone in a long time. Kol smiled back. Yeah, Marcel was going have another reason to hate him.
The more the band played, the more Kol was hooked. After a few more songs, they stopped with a beautiful finish. Once the last note was played, the thrill lingered a few more moments until reality set in and hit him like ice water. Kol hadn't felt anything similar about music since... nope he was not going to think about that now. Suddenly he noticed the crowd cheering loudly so he applauded along with them. Noticing eyes on him, he turned toward Davina and sure enough he caught her lingering gaze. Her face was alight with pure joy. Kol knew what she was feeling, it was the same thing he'd feel every time he created a new song or when he and Bonnie played the music just right. It was some sort of a euphoria, like you and the music became one. It was a silly notion, one that his siblings had a field day making fun of him for. But the feeling was true, and something ached inside of him remembering it. Though looking at Davina, another part of him felt... well like he was sort of feeling that again through her. Why yes, he knew he was being a sap, which was why instead of lingering on it, Kol gave her his best devious charming smile and winked. She responded with another enduring blush before shaking her head and turning to talk to her band-mates.
"So, since you didn't leave I think it's safe to say you liked it, correct?"
Kol turned around to see Bonnie leaning against her side of the bar, expectantly.
He grumbled, "Fine, I did. Happy now?"
She nodded eagerly. "Ecstatic."
"Don't you have other customers to attend to or in your case use as test subjects for your degree?"
"What do you think I was doing the whole time you were gawking at Davina? Besides, you're like the ideal test subject."
"Hey I was not gawking at her. Kol Mikaelson does not gawk."
"Yeah, but Kaleb might."
Kol froze. Before he could reply, however, someone beat him to it.
"Who's Kaleb?" Davina asked making Kol turn to see her taking the seat next to him again. Her eyes then shown in realization. "Wait, you're that baseball player, Kaleb Westphall, aren't you?"
"Uh... yes?" Kol said hesitantly, since technically that was him.
"I knew you looked familiar. Bonnie told me about you I just didn't put two and two together."
"Oh, so you've heard of me then, eh?"
"Yep. I've actually seen a few of your games since Aiden, my best friend's boyfriend, is a diehard baseball fan. You're pretty good." Her face then grew sympathetic. "Though I heard about your knee. I'm so sorry." Her eyes then slightly widened, "Oops, sorry if that's a sore subject for you or anything."
Kol smiled genuinely, "It's okay darling, no harm done. It's nice to know you're a fan. Speaking, you seem to have fans yourself. Which makes perfect sense since you played beautifully, love."
"Thanks. It's nice to know I have a fan also." Davina teased back.
"So that shot that you took right before, is that some sort of pre-performance ritual?"
"Yeah, kinda. Just right before I'm on I get extremely nervous. Like shaking and all. So Bonnie gives me a shot to calm the jitters. Which are the only times I really ever drink tequila."
"Well, if you usually perform like you did tonight, then I'd say you really don't need it, since you were phenomenal out there."
Davina looked away, trying to hide her smile and blush. "Thanks."
"You're very welcome, Darling. Though I do understand about the nerves thing."
"Really? You mean when you had a game?"
Kol nodded slowly, not really thinking when he said, "That and also when I used to... play."
"Like music?" He nodded again. "What instruments did you play?"
"Guitar and piano mostly. Though I did dabble in others. Just don't ask me to play the French horn."
"Oh really, and why is that? Are you that bad?"
Kol scoffed. "I'm great at everything, I have you know. But let's just say some don't agree when it comes to the brass instruments."
Davina laughed. "Ah, I see. Just a matter of perspective, huh?"
"Exactly! You get me, Davina Claire." He smiled brightly in which she returned with just as much brightness, if not more. Her eyes then started to look slightly puzzled. "Wait, how do you know my last name?" Shit, he thought to himself, but outwardly acted nonchalant. "Oh, Bonnie just told me." Which technically was true also. Kol then quickly tried to change the subject. "I didn't realize you were her roommate also." And that was true also since he knew before Bonnie was roommates with Marcel's friend, he just forgot her name. Davina studied him for a few seconds before nodding. "Yep. I just moved in since she as looking for a roommate since her old roommate Caroline just got married. And I was 'nicely' kicked out of my best friend's Josh's apartement since he and his boyfriend Aiden decided to move together." Kol wrinkled his face. "They just kicked you out because of that?" Davina shrugged. "It was Josh's apartment anyways. Besides they offered for me to stay but if I wanted to live with a couple I'd live with my older brother and his fiancé." Kol took another drink, realizing she was talking about his sister and her fiancé. They were silent for a few moments, studying each other, before he spoke again, "Would it be too presumptuous if I asked to by you a drink, Davina Claire?"
"Not at all. And to save you the trouble of asking, I would love one."
"Well in that case." Kol motioned at Bonnie, who was just finishing up a customer at the end of the bar.
"So how do you know Bonnie?" Davina asked as they waited for said bartender to come.
Kol paused for a moment. He knew this was the perfect moment to tell her who he was but something in him stopped. It'd be the first time in a few years that he'd tell someone he was Kol Mikaelson, especially a beautiful girl. This was his life now, he told himself. He was finally Kol Mikaelson again to everyone, not just the people who knew him pre-baseball career. But it wouldn't hurt to be Kaleb Westphall just for a few more hours, right? 'Wrong!' came the little voice in his head that he assumed was his conscious. But like usual, he decided to ignore it.
Thankfully Bonnie came before he could reply.
"You summoned me?" Bonnie asked, eyeing the pair.
"I'd like one bourbon please and..." He turned to Davina.
"Just my usual, Bon."
"Coming right up." Bonnie then poured him his glass before making Davina's drink in front of them. "You were fantastic tonight, D. Well you're always are but tonight you were on fire."
"Thanks Bon. I can't wait to see you rock that stage tomorrow."
"Thanks. I just hope my band doesn't convince me to drink all night again since in the morning I have..."Bonnie paused, looking at Kol uncomfortably. He knew what she was talking about. She then looked pass them. "Hey, Josh, Gia! You guys rocked tonight."
Kol turned to see Gia and her band's guitar player who he assumed was Josh holding hands with a guy he figured was Aiden, assuming it was the same Josh Davina was just talking about.
Josh smiled proudly. "Thanks Bonnie. We did, didn't we?"
Gia laughed before looking at Davina. "D, that falsetto was amazing. Even better than we practiced."
Davina gave her a small grin. "Thanks. You nailed that high note perfectly like always."
"Who's your friend?" Josh asked, and Kol could tell there was a hint of protectiveness in his voice.
"Wait, I know you. You're a third basemen for the Rangers. Or was at least. I heard about about your knee. That sucks, sorry dude."
Josh gently elbowed him, "Aiden that's not something to say to a complete stranger who might be our best friend's new boyfriend.
Davina groaned. "He's not my boyfriend. We just met tonight."
"Well, we're heading out. Having a little party at my place, so boyfriend or no boyfriend he's invited too." Gia said.
Davina looked at him. "You don't have to come if you don't want to."
"Oh I would love to." And boy did he want to, but he looked down at his as his phone chimed with another text from Rebekah. Kol sighed. "Unfortunately, I have to get going myself."
"Oh." Davina said disappointed, though he could tell she was trying to hide it. A strange feeling came over him, immediately making him want to take that frown away.
"However are you going to be here tomorrow night for Bonnie's gig?"
Davina's frown immediately went away. "I will. I try to come to all of her shows."
"Then perfect. We''ll see each other tomorrow. Although just in case I won't be able to go or vice versa, I'd say for safety reasons only of course it'd be better we exchange numbers. What do you think, Love?"
Davina giggled, "I think that was a terrible line, but also think we should exchange numbers. You know, for safety purposes only."
"Why of course. See, I told you, you get me Davina Claire."
Davina laughed again, then noticed her friends were still there and awkwardly coughed. "Anyways how about you give me your number and if I'll feel like it I'll send you a text so you can have mine also."
"Devious but I'll except it."
She then handed him her phone before he added his number in. He handed it back to her.
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Davina Claire. Can't wait to see you again. And I do hope I deem worthy to have your number also."
Davina gave him her biggest smile yet. "We'll have to wait and see, now will we?" She then place cash on the counter at Bonnie who just arrived back at their spot. "Closing my tab for tonight. Thanks again for everything Bon. "
"Of course. See you at home."
"See you." Davina replied as she slid off her stool before looking at Kol. "Oh and it was very nice to meet you too, Kaleb."
At that she left with her friends in tow.
Kol's smile faltered at the name she called him.
"Looks like you didn't tell her your name isn't actually Kaleb."
Kol motioned his body back towards his best friend. "Actually technically it is. I have the legal documents to prove it."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean, Kol." She put an emphasis on this name. "Look I know your identity is a tricky thing. But you're still a Mikaelson. Legal documentation won't change that. Especially since you're moving back."
"What's your point?"
"My point is that Davina is family to Marcel. And Marcel is family to you guys, especially since he's marrying Rebekah soon. She's going to find out you're actually a Mikaelson pretty damn soon. And if she finds out later than sooner then she's going to be mad at you. Even if you did explain the situation at that time, it might take who knows how long for her to forgive you. If she does. Because, here's the thing about Davina, she has major trust issues, and rightfully so. If you don't tell her sooner rather than later it might ruin whatever thing you two are starting."
Kol sighed. "Look, Bonnie thanks for caring but I just met the girl and-"
"Yeah but I saw the way you two were looking at each other and that was not friendly. Look Kol, I'm just warning you, I know how you usually are with women and I don't want Davina to get hurt. So please, as your friend, be careful."
Kol sighed, "I don't want to hurt her either. So I promise."
"Good."
He then got out his wallet, "And on that note I'm closing my tab."
See you tomorrow?" Bonnie asked then quickly added, "Look you really don't have to go to my gig if you don't want to. I already forced you to see one this weekend. I'd understand if you're not up for another. "
"Actually, I think I'd be okay. Besides what kind of best friend out of all your little 'best friends' would I be if I didn't go?"
Bonnie laughed, "I'm guessing you're going with 'a terrible one?"
"Bingo." He slid off his stool before stretching his body from all that sitting. "Well, I'm out of here. Ready to face the messed up life that is my family."
"Good luck. Let me know how it goes. If it does go terribly wrong you can crash at my place."
"Gee, thanks for the optimism." He remarked sarcastically, grabbing his suitcase.
"You want optimism I can give me you optimism. I was a cheerleader you know." She then stretched out her arms and started singing, "Go Kol you can do it! You can face your issues there's nothing to it! Give me a K-"
"Okay, okay. I got it. Thank you."
She smiled fondly. "You're welcome. Now go so I can pay attention to my other customers."
"You mean test subjects."
She glared at him, making Kol laugh before heading toward the door. Once he was outside, Kol stopped by the column outside if the bar, gripping his the handle of the ol' gal again. After taking a deep breath, he released it and started to whistle one of the songs Davina sang as he began to walk confidently down Bourbon Street, toward the place that he used to call home.