The flame of the candle surged and then simmered back down as Davina waved a hand over the fiery wick. Now that Klaus had taken over New Orleans, she found herself once again relegated to a cold room with no company. The only comfort was that at least she had the opportunity to go out into the compound…not that she wanted to. Being leered at by Diego and his legion of half-wit vampires didn't hold any pleasure for her. He was still pissed that Klaus had bettered him and wanted to exert dominance over anyone he could find. She had a feeling the hex she placed on him would make think twice next time.

It was the need for food that eventually drove her out of her room. She hadn't had a decent meal since she'd moved into this cold, sullen place; to be honest, she hadn't been hungry in the slightest. She'd lived on water and some chocolate bars she had saved. However, her baser urges eventually took over. Peeking out the door, she heard and saw nothing as she headed down toward the kitchen. Or at least, what she thought was the kitchen. Following the stairs down, she wound and curved until she heard the soft moan of someone in agony. "Hello?"

The groaning grew louder and she heard the rattling of chains. Turning, she noticed a torch by the doorway and she focused, the flame exploding to life. The hissing and crying grew louder, now from every direction. Looking down, she screeched as she darted away from a man buried in the ground. "What the hell!" She stepped back, finding hands sticking out of bricks. What the hell was this place? Backing up, she shrieked again as she ended up in front of a man just a little older than her chained by all four limbs. The others looked…hollow, dead, and decimated. He looked semi-normal. "Who are you?"

Her heartbeat was thundering in her veins, Tyler licked his lips as he opened his eyes to zero in on the pulsing at her neck. Rebekah and Marcel had chained him, intending to keep him on ice indeterminately. Though for what, he had no idea. He'd heard through the grapevine that Klaus had taken over again…which meant that he'd never get out. Hope was restored when the little witch they talked of so often walked right into his path. His mouth was bone dry and he coughed, "Tyler…Tyler Lockwood."

Assessing him clinically, she folded her arms, "You're like Klaus."

"I'm nothing like that bastard," Tyler ground out, gritting his teeth.

Davina smirked at his ire, "I meant that you're a hybrid. Half werewolf, half vampire…"

Tyler's eyes burned yellow a moment, "That's where the similarities end." He was so hungry it ached in his chest. Every beat of his heart hurt deep inside him, like sandpaper ripping through his veins. He sucked in a breath. It was taking all the energy he had to speak with her. "You're the witch, right?"

"Davina Claire," She replied, folding her arms as she moved toward him, "Yes, I'm the witch." Also known as the 'super witch' or 'Sabrina' as Rebekah had taken to calling her. Reaching up, she touched the chain at his wrist, recoiling as he hissed in agony. "Did I hurt you?"

"You?" He scoffed, "Being chained here and starving to death is what's hurting me." His voice was gruff as he turned away from her. "Don't get too close, I can't be held responsible for my actions. I've been here for…I don't even know how long." A week? A month? Time ceased to have meaning here. As if to drive him mad, she took a step closer. "Davina!" He hissed.

Looking up at him with soft eyes, she didn't move a millimeter. With a flick of her wrist the chains snapped and he crumpled in a heap; the magic slipped through her fingers like soft woven silk. She smirked, drawing him up to his feet as she peered into those fathomless black eyes. His skin was grey and sallow, his body sunken and weak from deprivation. "I'm not as weak and delicate as you think I am…" She licked her lips.

The tremendous pain at being hung there dulled somewhat; his arms and legs remaining outstretched like that would have irrevocably damaged another, being a hybrid had its perks. Yet the insatiable hunger didn't diminish at all. If anything it was worse because she was right there and he could easily reach out and devour her. In his current state, he was sure to drain her. Once he got a taste…there was no turning back. He let out a groan, "I need to get out of here. Now."

Davina nodded, "I understand…" She peered at him, assessing his clenched fists and ticking jaw. "You're hungry aren't you?"

"Starved," He growled. Staggering toward the murky doorway, he turned toward her once more. "Why?"

Examining her fingernails closely, she ignored the hurt that crawled into her chest, "Why what?"

Tyler's hands gripped the cold stone of the tomb, "Why did you let me go?"

Shrugging nonchalantly, she smiled, "I know what it's like to be a prisoner. It sucks. Plus I knew it would piss Klaus off…"

"Jesus…" Tyler turned to look at her. "I may be the biggest hypocrite to ever live but you should just cut your losses and get as far away from Klaus and all of this as you possibly can." He snapped, "Don't go starting fights with him because you'll NEVER win."

There was a long pause as she sized him up, "It's not about winning. It's about doing what's right." She replied. "Klaus hurts people." Her anger began to boil in her veins, "He's evil and he needs to be taught a lesson. He thinks he's invincible…but he's not."

A wheezing laugh emanated from his throat, "The man has had a thousand years to learn a lesson. No offense, sweetheart, but I don't think one little witch is going to accomplish it." He turned to her. "You're going to end up dead."

"Well if I take him down with me, maybe it'll be worth it." She folded her arms, "I fought so hard to stay alive, to get away from the witches trying to complete the Harvest ritual only to become a hostage here. If my death accomplishes something then maybe I'm doing what I'm supposed to."

"Enough with this noble bullshit!" Tyler rounded on her, "If you're so powerful then get out of here! Forget about him, forget about everything you've seen here and just go!" He grasped her shoulders; his instinct to protect trumped his raging hunger. "Davina, wake up! This isn't high school."

Davina scoffed, "I am not a little girl!" The torch flame climbed higher, the cavern they were in began to shake. "I'm the most powerful witch of the century."

Tyler squeezed a little bit tighter, "Hey, keep a lid on it. You're going to end up bringing the walls down." He cupped her cheek, "Powerful witch or not, it's not safe. Come on…let's get out of here." He was risking everything right now. It was the only thing that seemed right.

"What about the rest of them?" She stared him down pointedly, "Hayley and the baby? Elijah…"

"Elijah can take care of himself. He has for a thousand years!" But Hayley and the baby…he thought back to the cabin in the woods, how she begged him to save her child and hide it. She was bound and determined to protect the baby even if it meant siding with Klaus. It struck a chord in him that she loved that kid so much she'd give up her life for it. "Damn it…" He couldn't believe he was getting sucked into this shit, "FINE!" He looked into her eyes, "Hang tight, promise me you won't do anything stupid. I'll be back, okay?"

She folded her arms, "I wasn't going to do anything st—"

"Promise me!" Tyler cut her off, his hands gripping tight into her shoulders. He couldn't control his hunger for very much longer.

"Okay, I promise!" She pushed at his hands, stepping back from his grasp, "Swear you'll come back, then."

Tyler nodded, "I'll come back after I've fed…when it's safe. I swear."

Davina had no reason in the world to trust him but looking into his inky black eyes, the tensed muscles in his jaw coupled with the fact that he hadn't eaten her yet, she decided to give him a chance. "Okay…" Licking her lips, she headed toward the stairs, "I'll create a distraction, you slip out the back." She smiled to herself, heading off find Diego. His lessons weren't fully learned yet, one little hex was far too lenient a punishment for his crimes.

A few moments later, chaos erupted. A slow smirk spread over Tyler's face as he used the distraction to slip out of the compound and into the street. He managed to make a little ways before his hunger ripped through him and he grabbed a tourist wandering too far from her group. The need was far from slaked as she fell to the ground, still breathing softly. Later tonight he'd go hunting for something more substantial… for now he needed to keep his head down and find a place to hang out. The bayou was as good a place as any among his people. Hopefully they weren't too pissed about the way things had gone with Dwayne. He'd take a few days, hunker down and come up with a plan. He had to…for all their sakes.

Hey everybody! This here is a little story for a couple that I find adorable and I hope it happens. For those followers and readers of War of Souls, this is not a sequel or in the same universe/timeframe as WOS! This is all new and exciting. For now, this is a oneshot. I want to gauge what the readership base looks like. Please let me know if you like it and if I should continue!

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