Welcome! I've been obsessed with the idea of these two characters, thus bringing on these drabbles. I was Kol fan from the very beginning, so you could only imagine how distraught I felt when ge got killed off..anyway, here it goes!

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Although Davina Claire sat at her dresser brushing her long brown locks, she was hardly unaware. She sensed Kol's presence lurking near her door the minute he decided to swoosh under the cover of the shadows. She also deduced that he was the only one, out of all the vampires, Originals and one werewolf girl, inhabiting the Abattoir, that would do such a snoopy thing-besides maybe Klaus. However, Davina had overheard from Rebekah and Elijah earlier that day that he was taking a visit to the town of Mystic Falls to visit some girl named Caroline Forbes- leaving only the youngest Original brother as the sensible perpetrator.

The Abattoir was quiet and dark. It was midnight, after all...but Davina always had trouble going to sleep ever since the night of the first failed Harvest attempt. Now that the witches were gone & she was resurrected, she had nothing to fear...but old habits died hard and here she was; with a certain mischievous Original lurking around her bedroom.

Not earning a response, Davina huffed, setting her brush back down and turned around in her chair. Kol Mikaelson revealed himself, and stood mere feet before her. Any normal girl would have gasped in surprise, but Davina was hardly normal. She stared up at him unfazed and with ease. Kol's unreadable gaze slowly formed into his signature smirk.

"What's the little witch doing up so late?" Little witch?

"I didn't know Originals like to stalk girls at night. I'll have to make note of it."

"I wouldn't flatter yourself too-"

"-Well, then, why are you here?"

Davina was very aware of Kol's reputation as well as her status as super-witch void, at her new resurrection. She was back to just being a plain-jane witch...which meant her powers would do little against Kol. He wasn't exactly rumored to be as stable as his other siblings, and if Rebekah's stories were true, Davina ought to tone down the cold stare she was currently giving him.

But for some reason, she had no ounce of fear within her.

Kol's eyes narrowed, his smirk still formed on his lips. He slowly sauntered toward the foot of Davina's bed and softly sat down, supporting his weight with his arms on the mattress.

"I'll be quite honest with you, darling. I'm bored." Davina rolled her eyes.

"You practically begged me to bring you back to the living side, and now you get to lurk me and whine about your boredom?"

"I inquired," Kol corrected, "Kol Mikaelson does not beg."

"Well," Davina stood from her chair, "If you're looking for entertainment, I am absolutely not going to be the source of it."

"It's not like you have anything better to do." he countered.

Davina opened her mouth to retort back, but quickly shut it, which earned her a widened grin from the Original. Yes, she didn't have anything to do..

How unfortunate for her at the impending moment.

Reluctant to admit defeat, for the time being at least, Davina sat back down on her chair and crossed her arms, looking at anything but Kol's mocking smirk. She sighed. Out of all the people in this damn house, he chose her to torment, the little witch. Ever since he had returned from the Other Side, he had caused nothing but mischief to his siblings, even earning a very much deserved punch in the face by Hayley, who had the least tolerance out of everyone of his antics. He barely bothered, or even spoke to Davina since his return, and she wondered what suddenly sparked his attention to her.

Silence filled the room, and internally, Davina hoped it would make Kol grow impatient and give up his pursuit of annoying her. However, she didn't know that his patience was actually quite extensive when it came to tormenting people. He continued to stare at her patiently, awaiting her surrender to his will. Finally, the surrender came in the form of another heaving sigh.

"What do you have in mind?"

Victory.

"Now that's the spirit," Kol clapped joyfully.

He was obviously taking great joy at being Davina's nuisance. It was something, Davina began to dread, that she would have to deal with on a regular basis.

'Maybe bringing him back wasn't such a brilliant idea after all...'

In an instant, Kol flashed in front of her and offered his hand. Davina stared down at as if it was covered in cow dung.

"How about the reason for my return and I take a stroll down Bourbon Street tonight?"

It was funny how danger had the unjust ability to allure.

That smirk, god forbid-was beginning to be infectious-distracting-even...As she took the time to really scrutinize him, she noticed his hair, unlike Elijah's, was unruly but carried the same chestnut color.

His eyes were what were the most, to Davina's annoyance, charming. They had a certain twinkle in them-eyes filled with years and years of mischief and mayhem dancing in the specks of hazel that glinted at her, tormented her. They beckoned her with every second...

Davina found herself, against all good judgement in her, taking his hand. It clasped around hers tightly before leading her with him out the door.

She didn't know why, but she had the tiniest inkling that she was doomed.