Hey guys! I know it's been a while but after receiving many reviews to continue this one-shot, I decided to finally update! ~ This second chapter takes place in 1x16 and will continue on from there.


It hadn't been that long since Davina had been sacrificed to the witches in order to stop the impending doom of her power taking over and to resurrect the other harvest girls, but to her it felt like years being held in tremendous torment with the ancestors for working with the vampires.

Once she was finally brought back to the living, her eyes suddenly flew open and she found herself trapped beneath a white blanket sheet on a bed. She gasped and cried out in terror as she tried to get out of the blanket.

When she was able to tear the blanket off, Marcel quickly rushed to her side and took his face in her hands to let her know she was safe.

"You're alright, Davina. It's alright, I'm here. I'm not going to let anybody hurt you."

He brushed a few strands of her hair from her face as she stared around at her surroundings and discovered she was back in the attic again.

"H-how did I...?" She frantically asked.

"I brought you back from the cemetery, but you woke up on your own." He explained with a smile.

Davina glanced down at the floor, tears filling her eyes and suddenly she broke into sobs after remembering the horrors she had to experience while dead. Marcel stared at her with confusion at her abrupt behavior, but nonetheless proceeded to comfort the girl.

"Hey...I'm here, D. I'm here," He took the teenage girl in his arms and shushed her while rocking her back and forth and stroking her hair. Once she started to calm down again, she sniffled and remained in his arms for awhile before closing her eyes.

Marcel would've inquired further to know why she was acting this way, but he was too worried about Rebekah in the graveyard with Klaus and Elijah. He figured what Davina needed was some rest and she would be fine eventually. He needed her to get better so he could come up with a plan to help Rebekah.

He gave Davina a kiss on the forehead before laying her back down on the bed and getting off the mattress.

"Alright, D. Just stay here and rest for a bit."

He was about to turn and leave, until Davina quickly grabbed him by the hand.

"No don't leave me, Marcel. Please don't leave me alone," she cried.

He gently stroked her cheek in reassurance and placed her hand back on the mattress beside her. "I'll be right back, I promise."

She sniffled again and reluctantly nodded her head, still not wanting him to leave. She really didn't want to be alone, but it wasn't like she could stop him.

After he left, she tried to close her eyes and sleep but the only thing clouding her mind were the words of the ancestors threatening her replaying over and over.

A few hours passed and she eventually gave up on sleep. She merely sat against the frame of the bed with her knees pressed against her chest as she emotionlessly started off into the distance.

Her gaze didn't move from the spot even when the door opened and Marcel came walking back in with bags of stuff.

"Hey, D. You feel any better? I got you some stuff. Organic soap, scented candles, some incense..."

He pulled all of the said items out of the bag for Davina to see but she didn't move an inch or even acknowledge that he had even said anything.

"I just want to help you get back to feeling like, you know, yourself again." He raised an eyebrow.

She still didn't respond so he continued to talk.

"Word on the street is that the witches are celebrating."

At this, he caught her attention for a brief moment as she turned to look at him in confusion.

"Three out of the four harvest girls that were sacrificed have come back. Your friend Monique, another girl, and now you. Word is while they were gone, the ancestors were talking to them and teaching them. Now they're a lot more powerful."

There was a brief silence before Marcel asked a question.

"Did that happen to you?"

Davina slowly shook her head and tried to fight back tears.

"It was cold, dark, and empty. There was nothing.."

Marcel sat back down on the bed. "I'm really sorry, D."

She turned to stare at him again. "I don't want to talk about it," she frowned. "Please don't make me, Marcel."

He remained silent, respecting her request for now as he placed a reassuring hand against her back and rubbing soothing circles as she leaned against him for comfort. He decided not to question her anymore since it was only seeming to upset her at the moment. The Prince of the Quarter sighed, of course he was worried about the traumatized young witch but there was very little he could do right now. Especially since his concern for Rebekah played in the back of his head. Even now as he was holding Davina he had an urge to check his phone again to see if she had tried to contact him.

The door to the attic opened, causing Marcel to alert his gaze over towards it even when he had heard the footsteps coming up earlier. Every little thing seemed to set him on edge now in fear Klaus might somehow show up, but relief instantly clouded his face once Cami walked inside. Of course, he had almost forgotten he had left her a voice mail earlier after Davina woke up.

"Cami, I'm glad you got my message."

The blonde woman stepped closer to the bed where Davina was, concern clearly present in her eyes as she immediately noticed already how withdrawn and timid the teen looked. It was definitely out of character for the normally confident and outspoken girl. Already Cami could tell her temporary stay in the afterlife had not been pleasant.

"Oh Davina, thank god you're back." Cami expressed her relief, but made sure to give the girl her space even though she wanted nothing more than to hug her and tell her everything would be fine. Even after only had known her for a short time, she had already come to see Davina as a younger sister. She had been devastated when she thought the ritual to bring back the harvest girls had failed.

Davina merely glanced up at Cami but remained silent. Her gaze quickly fell back down to the bed sheets.

"I'll let you two talk, I have a few calls to make." Marcel quickly made his way out of the attic.

The edge of the bed softly shifted as Cami sat down a safe distance beside the young witch. As soon as Davina's eyes began to water however, Cami immediately closed in the small space in between them in order to finally hug the girl in her arms. Davina eagerly returned the embrace.

"I died," she sobbed. "And at first, I was alone, but then I heard them. Voices, whispering to me.

Cami pulled away from the girl to look at her clearly in the face while brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear so it wouldn't get caught in the tears.

"Who?"

"The ancestors. They're so angry with me. I used my power against my own, and they said they'd do horrible things to me if I misuse my magic again."

Davina slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the large glass window towards the back beside her bed. She wiped her tears away and stared out into the window that gave her a nice view of the Quarter down below along with the many tourists and civilians walking past the church. "I don't know what to do, Cami." She frowned.

Cami stood up from the bed shortly after, she walked a few steps towards the window before stopping several feet behind Davina. She crossed her arms in momentary silence, trying to figure out what to say in this situation.

"I've studied the effects of trauma and abuse. The witches that forced you into that ritual, they've lied to you. They hurt you."

"There's nothing you've studied in some book that can help me." Davina spoke, feeling slight frustration.

"Okay you know what, forget the books." Cami declared, before deciding to recount a story from her past. "Let me tell you what I know from experience. When my brother died, I never thought I'd be okay again. I cried for weeks. I blamed myself. I blamed him, and then I realized all that...sadness was swallowing me up. And I made a choice. I wasn't going to let it. You can make that choice too, Davina."

Davina furrowed her eyebrows before turning back around to face the blonde bartender. "You say that like it's so simple, but the witches aren't just gonna let me go. They're not done with me."

"No one can control you unless you let them."

"How do I even know who to trust?" Davina threw her arms in the air in an exasperated manner. "Should I even trust Marcel? I know he just wants to use me again for power like always. He's been staring at his phone all day, probably something about Rebekah. I know when he gets the chance he's going to ask me to do him a favor for her. You too, Cami. Be honest with me, did you actually come here because you were worried or do you want something from me?"

"Well, my uncle is sick. I thought you could help him if I asked." Cami admitted softly.

As soon as Davina scoffed and blinked away several tears that threatened to spill over, she immediately rushed over to the young girl and took her hands in hers. "That's not why I'm here though. I care about you and I want to help you."

"What can you do? When I came back, the voices I heard, they said the only ones who could help me are the witches. But, after what I did to them, they hate me. So, how can I go back and ask for their help now?"

"Maybe you don't have to. Just come and stay with me for a while. Take a break from all this witch business. You could have a chance at a normal life. Be a normal teenager for once. We could even get you enrolled in the local highschool. Wouldn't you like that?" Cami suddenly suggested.

Davina went quiet for a moment, trying to process what Cami had just said. It was a good suggestion, she admitted. She wouldn't want anything more than to just be a normal girl, but she knew that dream couldn't possibly become a reality. When she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself trying to look for the right words to say as she sat back down on the bed.

"You know I want that more than anything, Cami..." She muttered after several more seconds went by.

"Well we can worry about that later. But for now, I think it would be best if you come stay with me instead of being cooped up in this attic all the time. I'll even go talk to Marcel about it. Right now, as a matter of fact." Cami turned and left the room before Davina had the chance to say anything else.

With a sigh, Davina laid back down against the bed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get away even if it was just for a little bit. She could get some rest at Cami's place and get out of the attic for once. She knew Marcel probably wouldn't be okay with the idea, but maybe Cami actually could convince him. It would just be a few days after all.

Who cares what Marcel thinks anyways.

She huffed and rolled off the bed before walking towards her drawers and gathering a few of her belongings she would need, such as clothing and sleepwear. After she started folding her clothes and placing them down on the bed she was about to retrieve a bag until she heard a noise downstairs in the church, somewhat of that of a commotion.

Thinking it was just Marcel expressively denying Cami's suggestion, she decided to go downstairs in order to see what the noise was about and back up Cami if needed be.

"Marcel!" Davina called as she ran down the steps, walking around the corner to enter the church with a sigh. "Don't be mad at Cami, I-"

She soon found herself at a loss for words as she gasped at who she expected to be Marcel.

"K-Klaus...?" She managed to mutter.

Cami was standing there like she thought, but instead of Marcel the person standing beside her was none other than Klaus. He had his attention towards Cami until after Davina spoke aloud, then his steely gaze immediately fixated themselves on her. Normally his gaze wouldn't even frighten her; she herself could admit she wasn't scared of the big bad Klaus Mikaelson, but being stuck with the Ancestors during that time made her skittish of nearly everything now. So as far as she was concerned, Klaus looked about ten times more frightening. Especially considering she wasn't as powerful as she was before and Klaus was basically a wildcard.

Cami appeared to be rather concerned herself, more so for Davina, that he had made a sudden appearance at the church.

"Ah, the little witch finally makes an appearance. How was your brief stay in the afterlife by the way, love? I do hope you sent the Ancestors my regards." Klaus smirked, although oddly enough he didn't have the same playful glint in his eyes. His gaze was simply cold and angry, clearly there was a reason behind it but Davina didn't know what. All she knew was that it would be a good idea to start running right about now because something told her he definitely was in a murdering mood. But instead, she remained glued to the spot where she was standing.

"Where's Marcel?" She glared at Klaus, concerned that he might have done something to him.

"Hm, who knows?" Klaus pretended to ponder, meanwhile pacing across the hall of the church and walking several steps closer to Davina. "Hopefully somewhere far away where he can rot for all I care. All I know is that he won't be showing his pathetic mug around here anytime soon."

"Klaus, leave her out of this..." Cami warned.

"Don't worry, Camille. I won't hurt her. Not unless she complies and does what she's told like a good little witch."

As soon as Klaus turned his back on her to face Cami, Davina made a break for it towards one of the side exit doors of the cathedral, but before she even had a chance to touch the door handle Klaus was standing right beside her in a matter of seconds. He forcibly pried her away from the door by grabbing her wrist.

"So unfortunate she isn't much of a good listener though," Klaus tilted his head, an annoyed scowl crossing his expression. Davina gasped in fear as soon as his eyes turned into a bright yellow color and very prominent veins started forming around them. He pulled her to him before grabbing hold of her neck and sinking his fangs into her neck, hard enough to tear open flesh.

She screamed in both horror and agony at the sound of fangs piercing her flesh.

"Klaus, stop!" Cami shouted, and Davina could hear her footsteps rushing towards them.

Klaus released Davina, causing her to sob and slump down onto the floor. He spat out a small portion of her flesh onto the floor beside them before smirking and wiping his chin clean from the flow of blood from his mouth.

Davina soon began to see dark spots cloud her vision as she started to fall into a state of unconsciousness. Blood was pouring from her neck, so she brought a hand up to stop the blood from coming out while she laid on the floor of the church and groaned in pain, eyes fluttering to keep from closing shut.

"Davina..!? Davina? Oh my god..." Cami quickly kneeled down onto the floor beside the girl in a state of panic, picking up her head and holding her against her lap to try and keep her passing out.

"Cami..."

More dark spots started to appear until Davina soon found Cami's voice gradually drowning out as she spiraled into a complete state of unconsciousness.