So this one-shot was inspired by Brad Paisley's song 'Whiskey Lullaby'...I wondered what would happen if she just gave up and was unable to move on. so this came out...-JasZ
Davina can't forget him… slowly she drives herself closer to the end with a glass of liquor. She drowns his memory away. The years have been hard for the witch. After so many failed attempts trying to get him back; she began to drink. Everyone started to move on with their lives. His siblings act as if nothing ever happened. It makes her so angry that tears often fall down.
How was she the only one still hurting? He was there for a brief period in her life and he impacted it so much. How can his siblings the ones that are supposed to be there just forget him like yesterdays trash! Maybe the drinking wasn't just to forget him… It was a way to allow all the emotions she has pent up to be released when she's alone.
Her magic seemed to stop working again after his death. She willing allowed it to go... She wanted nothing to remain her of him. To let another person die because of what she was. She often goes to visit his grave. Whispering all the things that are going away; in hand a bottle. Her beautiful features vanish as time goes by.
Those beautiful features are now sunken in thanks to lack of nourishment and the booze. She is killing herself by drinking away. An eye for an eye… She lost him because of her stupid need to rescue her friends. She blames herself so much… that guilt always eats at her. Yet no one seems to console the young woman.
She was deemed a lost cause; the town drunk… Tonight though, she goes to visit him. The nearly empty bottle in hand. Stumbling she makes it to his grave marker. There she falls to her knees. Tears streaming down her cheeks. She knows she doesn't have time… Her time is ending and she feels relieved. Not by drinking her life away. The wound she sports on her left side bleeds through her lilac shirt. She was stupid to jump in the way of a wolf that attempted to harm Hope.
On her way out: after inflicting some pain on the wolf with her refund powers. She dashes out and takes a bottle of Klaus' best whiskey. She numbs herself to the point that she can't feel anything anymore. There she lies herself beside the marker.
"I love you, you thousand old psycho." She whispers remembering what she called him when they ran off to a motel.
The angel of death appears before her in the form of Kol or rather Kaleb. Extending his hand offering her a lift. She takes it and is pulled up. Instead of looking like she did in her mortal body she appears to be the seventeen year old Kol met. She smiles at him and holds him tight. They linger about until Marcel discovers the body of the girl he viewed as daughter. Tears streaming down his eyes… From where he sits he sees the gleaming of the bracelet that is wound about her slender wrist. Glancing back he swears he spots her with Kol dashing about the grave yard, in the state (bodies) that they were truly happy. Davina in her seventeen year old state and Kol in the body of Kaleb… the body he met the little witch…
...So there you have it! I hope you enjoyed? I also updated 'Little Things' today if you'd like to check it out. -JasZ