'You are a traitor!'
'You do not deserve the power we've given you!'
'You should be ashamed of what you have done, you foolish child!'
'You wasted the heritage!'
'Your sister did not deserve you!'
'You are a shame to your family!'
The voices never stopped. She tried to escape the ancestors but she never could. There was no way for her to escape them.
She would cry and she would sob and she would scream to muffle their voices but it was all in vain. Nobody was going to help her and she could not escape the darkness alone. She was lost, possibly forever.
'You are a filth!'
'You were to be celebrated and ...'
The voices stopped all of a sudden. She thought she just went deaf. But then the light came. She opened her eyes slowly, carefully. She was scared it was but a dream or an illusion the ancestors send to torment her.
"Well, hello there, darling." She heard a man with a British accent quite near. She tried to see but the light was too bright after all the time she spent in the dark.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"A simple 'thank you' would have been enough." He said sarcastically, "The manners of this century."
Her eyes finally adjusted to the light. She was in the middle of a forest in a box that resembled a coffin a bit too much to her comfort. The man talking to her was standing next to her with the coffin's lit in his hands. He was young, maybe twenty, with brown hair and dark eyes and a handsome complexion that reminded her of someone she couldn't quite place.
"The voices - They stopped." They were really gone. Like they were never there.
"What voices? You were the only one screaming, love."
"The ancestors." She whispered to herself, but he heard her anyway.
"Ancestral witch, are you, love? How did you get here anyway?"
"Why should I tell you anything? You might just use me like the rest of them!" Her face hardened instantly. She got burned too many times. He might have saved her, but she knew nothing about him. For all she knew, he was another torture device.
"I did just save you, darling," He smirked at her. She just looked at him.
"Very well, love. My name is Kol. And I am sorry to tell you this, but you are dead."
"I know." She looked away.
"It's your turn to share a bit, love."
"I am Davina."
He was about to say something when the wind rose. His smirk was gone. Instead, there was pure fear in his eyes and she would have sworn he was shaking. One look at him and she was reminded of the harvest ritual and how scared she was. However, Marcel was not here now. Now, she had to find a way out on her own. The ground started to shake and she didn't even have time to react. Kol grabbed her hand and pulled her to him just in time for the coffin to be pulled into the sky by an invisible power.
The wind and the earthquake stopped just as suddenly as they started. Just like that. The only evidence being the missing coffin.
"We have to move, darling." He didn't let go of her hand as he led her further into the woods.
"Where are we going? And where are we for that matter?" She didn't know if she should run the other way or stay very close to him.
"The other side. I thought you knew you were dead." He didn't stop and they for a while until they passed by a few graveyards randomly located in the woods.
"No!" She pulled her hand from his and stopped. "I was supposed to be with the ancestors, I was before you pulled me out! I am not supposed to stay dead!"
"Darling, you are not making any sense. You need to calm down." He tried to sooth her but she was too far gone in her thoughts.
"The harvest should have worked. I should have been back ages ago!"
"The harvest?"
"Something must have gone wrong. Maybe it was Esther's remains or Sophie or ..."
"The harvest?!" He squeezed her shoulders and shook her a bit to put her out of her rambling. His eyes looking at her like he saw her for the first time.
"Yes, the harvest!" She pushed him away and took a few steps backwards until she hit a tree, fearing that feral look in his eyes.
"They still do it?! After all these years?! They are still doing that barbaric ritual?! Murdering the most powerful and purest! That should be considered a sacrilege! That almost puts me to shame!" He was downright pissed off at that moment.
"You know the harvest?" Most people didn't. Not even the vampires.
"Oh, yes! I know it alright!" He was still furious to the point of hardly registering her anymore.
"Do you know how I get back then?" She asked quietly and let the fear colour her voice fully for the first time.
He stopped at that, which surprised her since she almost didn't hear herself. He looked at her and the anger slowly left his eyes. He looked at her and put his hand on her shoulder. That was when she realised she was shaking. He let his hand ran down her arm as if he was enjoying the touch of another human being.
"I'm not certain. Why don't you explain everything from the very beginning? I used to be a witch, I might be able to help." He smiled at her. This time, however, it was a genuine smile, not a cocky smirk.
She had a choice. Tell him everything and hope she could trust him or risk wandering around for the rest of eternity in this hell hole, where you could be sucked into oblivion at any time. So, when he outstretched his hand, she took it and let him lead her away in the forest until they reached a small cave entrance. They stopped and he sat down under one of the trees closest to the cave She looked at it with doubt.
"Just a precaution, darling. Don't know about you but I don't fancy being sucked into nothing." She didn't say a thing, just watched him. .
"Well, how about we start from the beginning, love?"
She took a deep breath, sat opposite him, keeping her distance and then started talking. She told him how she was picked and how they lied to them and then it all just came pouring out of her. She didn't even realise how much she needed someone to listen to it all. Not even Josh knew every single thing. She told Kol absolutely everything, about Marcel and the attic, about Klaus and Elijah and Rebekah and Tim and Hayley with her baby. She didn't just talk about the spells and all she could remember but also all her feelings in as much of a detail as she could. And Kol just watched her silently and listen to her, his face controlled not to show any emotions, but his eyes were filled with anger the entire time.
It took Kol some time to realise that she stopped talking (bad listener! Maybe change it to "needed some time to react after she stopped talking). He looked her in the eye and smirked at her: "Good news, the harvest was done properly so someone probably interfered with the spell and brought back a different four. Once those witches die, you will be back in the land of the living."
"Really? That simple?" She asked. He wanted to tell her the rest, he was selfish enough to just tell her what dangers were lurking here, that this hell was about to collapse any second and that they can be sucked into oblivion at any moment. However, something stopped him. Maybe he's been dead for too long or he simply couldn't destroy the hope in her eyes. Either way, he smiled at her and nodded: "Yes, darling. It's that simple. You just have to wait it out."
"Thank you, Kol." She smiled back and yawned. Whatever it was, she felt safe with him. Maybe it was the place itself but she felt like she could trust him with anything. The more time she spent with him, the more comfortable she was getting. It should have scared her to death, but it didn't at all.
"You should probably get some rest. Even here you need to sleep."
She nodded and actually walked closer to where he was sitting. She sat next to him: "Is it alright if I stay here near you?"
"Sure thing, darling." He never let anyone too close, but lately, he craved the touch of another being, even a simple handshake. He could interact with the others but they couldn't really feel each other. Yet, for some reason, Davina was different. When he touched her, it was as if he was alive again. And so he let this girl rest her head on his shoulder as she fell asleep.
He didn't know what to make of this situation. The coffin just appeared out of nowhere and if he didn't hear he scream, he would he felt her there. The second he landed this eyes on her, he felt the need to protect her, to trust her, to help her. It should have him running for the hills, but strangely all he wanted was to stay by her side. This had magic written right over it. Kol just didn't know why or who and the girl didn't seem to catch the spell at all, but that was the least of his problems
His time here was cut short. The other side was falling apart because of on idiot in Mystic Falls, as per usual. He might be good at avoiding the holes but he knew this plane was not going to hold much longer. Then he would be gone for good. The thought shook him to the core. However, there wasn't anything to be done. Whatever was happening was irreversible and Davina was the only one who had a ticket out.
Or was she? He stopped and thought about the entire day. Everything she told him. She could have enough power to bring him back from the dead. She was a harvest girl. Maybe there was something good about this ritual after all. She was his one shot out. All he had to do was convince her that he was worth it, that she needed him alive and most importantly that the idea was all hers.
This should be fun.
A/N: Hello everyone! If you got all the way here and have any recommendations, I would like to hear them. I am just getting out of my four-years long writer's block and I am a bit rusty, so any pointers would be greatly appreciated. If you like it, don't like it please let me know.
More chapters comings soon, they are being run by my Beta. :-)