A few months after Kol's death, his family had finally succeeded in bringing him back from the Other Side.
"I'm alive. But - the bloodlust. I'm a vampire again?" Kol questioned, looking into his sister's eyes for any support she could offer. She feebly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You can't tell Davina I'm alive, alright? You cannot tell her." His voice came weak.
Rebekah, furrowed her brow. She had no idea why he would ask her to keep such a huge secret - and from the girl who had been working tirelessly to bring him back in the first place.
"Well hello, Brother. Nice to see you, too…." Rebekah snarked. Kol chuckled a bit as his sister looked on in confusion. "Why can't I? I'm sure she will be more than happy to find that you're bloody alive!"
"Not if I'm a merciless, vengeful bloody vampire, Beck! Just please, humour me and do not tell her. Please?" His look was desperate. The blond vampire nodded.
"Fine," She paced the tiny room from end to end, "but I can't promise you she won't find out anyway! She's pretty smart, your Davina."
Kol sighed in relief.
"I know."
The little witch was making some plans with some witches of other covens. After Kol's death she took charge of her former coven. It had been tough, but she'd managed to gain their trust and respect. Along with the trust of the Elder Spirits, Davina had finally managed to regain power. She was, effectively, the reason for the recent peace and near-normalcy between the different covens of the area.
All she really wanted, though, was to be kept busy and put an end to the bloodshed of the 'Quarter War'. Leading the coven was just what she needed. For once, she wasn't a pawn in someone else's game. She held the dice, and she'd hoped that that would mean not having to suffer of the loss of anyone she loved again. Tim and Kol had been more than enough for one lifetime.
So she shut everyone else out. Marcel, Josh, Cami and Rebekah were out of the picture once and for all. She still felt them watching over her. And she still watched over them. They weren't aware of that bit, of course.
She kept the coven out of the Mikaelsons' business, even if they did always want something from her and the group of witches she led. She used to be weak. Then her life was flipped upside down, her friends began to die, and it took everything in her to keep from falling apart. After all she'd been through, Davina could've been counted as nothing less than one of the strongest witch of her time.
The brunette led the leaders of each of her covens out after they finished their meeting. It was important, now more than ever, to have regular meetings. She could see the Mikaelsons closing in from every direction. The witches had to have some sort of leverage to keep the vampires well enough away, at least long enough for them to come up with a solid course of action.
When she was finally alone, she threw herself onto her couch and let out a breath of relief, "If you don't decide to get out of your hiding place, I will set you on fire, Klaus. I'm really not in the mood for a game right now." The floor squeaked as a silhouette drew itself out of the shadow.
"Well, I'm not here to play, Davina Claire. "
She rolled her eyes and grumbled of annoyance. Her little arms took place on the top of her couch, taking all the space she needed to feel as comfortable as she could. She inched away slightly, without proving herself too nervous. Conversations like these were ones that she never looked forward to.
"Spit it out, then!"
Klaus grinned. Yup, there it was, the famous Mikaelson grin. But Davina wasn't afraid. She knew better - Klaus would not kill Marcel's protégé.
"I see you didn't lose any of your panache, Ms. Claire."
He walked around the room for a bit, not losing his grin. He was humming something, like that isn't creepy enough, the young witch thought. Klaus stopped in his tracks to looked at her, his hand behind his back.
"You surely know the myth of the Phoenix, don't you?"
Davina made a wave of her hand and responded, "Spare me the enigma and tell me what's going on. I need to rest." He made his way to her table and took a bottle of Bourbon, "Hope you don't mind if I take a glass?"
Davina put on her most pleasing fake smile and gave him a nod, "Have at it."
"I know you don't much fancy me, Davina, so I'll spare you the gory details and get right down to it. Kol is alive." he rambled, pouring himself a drink, "We don't know how. We don't know why. But he's alive. Raised from his ashes."
Her defenses were down, her eyes running from the look in Klaus' face. He was looking at her, searching for answers in her eyes, "I thought you would have been more pleased by this news." He gave her the glass he filled. The young witch was still avoiding his gaze and spoke after she took a sip of her drink.
"Good for him." Klaus clearly had not been expecting that reaction. He seemed dazed, "Now, can you please leave?" She stood from her seat and made her way to the door.
"So that's it, then?" Klaus questioned, returning to himself once more, "No offense, Love, but I was hoping for something a bit more...grandiose."
"Sorry to be a disappointment." She grabbed the handle of the entrance door.
"Will you please leave now?" Davina asked in a tone of finality, "I've got a lot of work to do."
"I'll take my leave, then." he bowed deeply, finally making his way out the door, but before he could disappear, she called after.
"But don't worry, I will still protect your daughter…"
