THE ROAD TO MY UNDOING.

CHAPTER 1 - TRUST

'Does that mean you trust me then?'

I can't help but smile, I don't know how to respond. Do I trust him? Against my better judgement, maybe I do. There is something about Kol Mikaelson that I trust, something different that only I can see, obviously. Despite his reputation as the most menacing and unpredictable Original sibling, I can't help but be drawn to his cheeky personality and unwavering charm. But I don't want Kol to know that, it would only inflate his already over-sized ego.

Before I have a chance to reply, Klaus barges into the room. A blessing in disguise, maybe, as I still don't know what to say to Kol who is staring at me with those eager eyes, twinkling with mischief and willing me to say I trust him. Although I still can't help but feel a little annoyed that the psychotic hybrid has interrupted our conversation.

'Providing you're not busy concocting a new paralytic to use against me, I'd like a word with my brother…'

I'm not surprised at the bitterness in Klaus's voice considering not long ago I had him all but dead on the compound floor. Klaus isn't the type to forget so easily, and I know that I have badly dented his pride.

'Well to be honest, I can't stand being around you anyway'

Stalking out of the room, I make sure not to look at either of them. I make my way out of the compound and know I need to get back to Marcel's loft and apologise to Josh for skipping out on him earlier. It looks like it's not just him that has boy drama, and I make a mental note to fill him in on all things Kol Mikaelson as soon as I get back. I make my way across the French Quarter at a steady pace, taking little notice of the dozens of tourists wandering around, camera's hung around their necks, staring and pointing at different details that us local's take for granted. Nearly colliding with a man who is clearly too interested in the 18th century architecture to notice me, I cross the road at a jog and nearly crash into another.

It can't be… can it?

I am sure that I have just seen the face of Mikael Mikaelson and although well aware that he had done a runner, I had never paid any more attention to the thought that he may return. Deciding to continue with that plan, I set off at a run and don't look back.


When I arrive at the loft, Josh and Aiden have already left. My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket, fishing it out I see Kol's cheeky grin appear on my screen. Inwardly cringing and the awkwardness of my own feelings, I hit answer and wait for his gorgeous English accent that causes my stomach to erupt in butterflies. Shit.

'Hello love, missing me yet?'

Unable to stop my grin, I decide in that moment to play it cool. I sigh aloud and I hear his chuckle on the other end of the phone.

'You wish Kol, what do you want?'

'No need to be like that Davina, I thought that you were beginning to like me after running to my rescue today like some knight in shining armour. And I was wondering what you are doing. You see, Nik has mysteriously disappeared with his little wolf and I'm bored. I was hoping you too were bored and wanted to come and keep me company'

Smiling to myself, I fight an inward battle between my head and my heart. I want to see him, I revel in the adrenaline pumping through my veins when I'm around him but I know I need to play it cool with the thousand year old Original. I still have a hard time trusting people, and although I can't help trusting Kol, my head is telling me otherwise.

'Sadly for you Kol, I'm not at your beck and call. I have things to be doing'

'And those things wouldn't involve my mental older brother, would they? Because I would hate for you to put him on his arse again'

I laugh at that.

'That's for me to know and for you to find out. Goodnight Kol'

I hang up before he has chance to answer. Something else is demanding my attention, noises of movement in the loft. Before I even have chance to turn around, I find myself pinned against the wall with a strong arm clamping my shoulders and neck to prevent me moving.

'Hello again, Davina'

Mikael spits the words as though they cause an unpleasant taste in his mouth. I'm not at all shocked to be held in front of him, but that doesn't make the experience any nicer on my part.

I say nothing.

'You have something of mine which I will be wanting back'

Of course, I know what he wants before he even utters the words. The white oak stake, which is now in Klaus's possession and which I know would not make Mikael very happy at all. I remain silent, trying to keep my feelings of unease out of my expression and stare Mikael down as he had taught me to do not that long ago.

'I want it back Davina, and I want it back tomorrow. If you fail to return what is mine, I'm afraid you alone will be responsible for what happens to your bloodsucking friend and his vermin lover'

Josh. He has Josh. Shit. Trying to control the sheer panic erupting like a volcano in my stomach, I continue to stare Mikael down. What do I say? I can't tell him that Klaus has the stake when I now know he has Josh as leverage, when people said Kol was unpredictable they obviously hadn't met his father. Before I even have time to think, Mikael is crippled to the floor, hands to his head in sheer agony. He is haemorrhaging, but I'm not the one casting the spell.

My eyes flash around me trying to find who is fighting Mikael, my eyes catch on a broad shadow lingering in the doorway.

Glittering blue eyes catch my gaze.

It's Kol.