AN: Hey guys! First, sorry for the wait! Obviously things go differently in the show. I was planning on having this finished before the season finale but due to my computer being so mean THAT didn't happen! So in this story things happen VERY differently. I didn't want to do a complete rewrite of the chapter. Just a warning: It is a bit rushed so I could complete it.

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CLOSURE

PART 3

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This couldn't be happening. Davina was afraid to even breath. It was as if she made any kind of move he would suddenly realize her existence. Rebekah swore to her Kaleb was planning on leaving New Orleans so she would have no chance of bumping into him. She had assumed by that statement the now vampire had somehow convinced the man to leave. Just one more thing Rebekah screwed up this week, she thought to herself.

She tried moving through the crowd but there was just to many people. Just look the other way. Just look the other way. No matter how many times she repeated it she couldn't help but to look his way. His stance and even his clothing was different. She wondered if he would still have that goofy smile or if that had been all Kol.

He must have sensed someone watching him because his eyes were suddenly on her. His eyes even seemed different. Less haunted and tragic. He scrunched his brow in confusion before making his way to her. Of course he would be allowed the clear path. Nothing could go her way...

She darted through a group of people but stopped when she heard her name being called by an all too familiar voice. How did he know her name? He shouldn't know her name! She inwardly cursed. They must have had Cami psycho analyze him just as she did Vincent-they didn't want another Cassie incident.

"Davina Claire?" he asked when he finally caught up to her. "Are you Davina Claire?"

"No." She cringed. His voice was even different.

He looked around awkwardly and completely confused. "I'm sorry. You look familiar."

He turned around, leaving her in the middle of the street. Davina felt a pang of guilt. She had no idea where it came from. It wasn't her that put Kol into Kaleb's body, but she didn't fight him on it when she'd found out who he really was. She didn't feel any guilt when she kissed him on many occasions. She felt as if she violated him somehow. It may have been in Kaleb's body but it was still Kol, right?

Davina unlocked the gate to the tomb but stopped short when she noticed the bricks sitting next to an open space. Her chest tightened up when she realized it was really happening.

She'd spent so long dedicating herself to bringing Kol back. That's all she did or thought about. Even when Freya confirmed what she'd feared but refused to admit. Every day she'd still been here-in the place his siblings wanted to lay him to rest in. But not Kaleb's body, he was run off long ago by Klaus when he realized how hard it was for any of them to look at the face once worn by their brother. They wanted to lay Kol to rest-the real Kol-the body that was obviously beyond repair, which was currently residing in a sealed coffin within the Mikaelson household.

Of course it didn't mean it was permanent. She would still be here doing research and doing what ever she could to find him, wherever he was. But then that would mean...

It was difficult enough for her to be in this place surrounded by most of Kol's witchy collection. Every time she entered the tomb she was reminded of him at every turn. She used it to her advantage, urging herself forward. It made her work harder. But to be in the same building as him...

She couldn't do it.

Davina stood in front of the space that would hold Kol's body. She tried imagining him in there. Having never seen him in person except in pictures she couldn't see him lying there. It would mean he gave up. It would mean she gave up.

Hearing the sound of crunching gravel, she turned around to see Rebekah walking up the trail with Marcel following behind. She hadn't seen her-only heard from her once over a text-since she'd magically thrown her against a wall. It was strange to see her-the real her-walking around. The blonde vampire seemed to hesitate in continuing down the path when she spotted her, but continued anyway.

"Davina," she greeted with a forced smile. "How are you?"

"Fine," she answered, tight-lipped. Davina looked back at Kol's soon to be grave. "You're really doing it?"

Rebekah nodded uncomfortably before looking over to Marcel for help. Davina was shocked to see her so out of place. Whenever she entered a room she was always the person that demanded the most attention. Now she stood there looking as if she wished she were anywhere but there. It gave the young witch immense pleasure to see her so uncomfortable.

Marcel cleared his throat, nodding his head toward the maintenance director walking down the path. Rebekah immediately left the two, more then happy to leave the awkwardness behind. "The...funeral-if that's what you want to call it-is tomorrow," Marcel said to Davina.

He moved to stand beside her but she wouldn't have it. How dare he assume everything was okay between them! He'd spent so long discouraging her from the task she'd spent the past six months on. Putting everything on hold she'd willingly helped deal with Eva Sinclair and Dahlia. She'd taken time away from something she'd put her full dedication towards. And this is how they repay her.

"You can't put him here. I just need more time," she said, never taking her eyes off of his. If she did then that would mean she was giving up and she couldn't do that.

He took a deep breath. He knew what he was going to say she wouldn't like it. "Dee, you're not the only one who lost him. Klaus walked in on Rebekah a couple weeks back crying over a picture of Kol. She feels like she failed him. She feels guilty and having his body downstairs isn't helping anything."

Davina felt a swell of anger. "She should feel guilty! If she would have waited I could-"

"Don't put this on me!" Rebekah suddenly appeared in front of them. "You said it yourself, he was connected to the body. If he didn't come back with Kaleb then he wasn't with the ancestors!"

"Then I can-" Davina stopped. She had no idea how to get him from wherever he was. Nobody, that she knew of at least, had the knowledge of what happened to a spirit once they 'moved on' if that's even what happened. She had insinuated to Rebekah he might be in hell but in reality she herself had to wonder if there really was a hell.

"You can what?" asked Rebekah exasperatedly, her entire body shaking. "What can you really do? Nothing! It's over!" Pointing to the mausoleum she added, "This may be the Claire tomb, but it's legally owned by Kol-who is a Mikaelson, therefore we have every right to lay him to rest in this spot. It's what he would have wanted and we're going to do just that. If you have any issues take it up with the taker." With that said, Rebekah rushed away.

She didn't go.

And she regretted it. She would for months.

Davina told herself the day of she didn't need to go. She managed to convince herself it was completely unnecessary. She would find a way! She would! That couldn't possibly be it. Someone to enter her life and influence it so drastically only to leave it so abruptly. He'd been her teacher, friend, boyfriend. She had even possibly loved him. She had been so convinced she could bring him back.

She had been delusional.

Davina knew something was off before she made it to her recently 'inherited' top floor loft apartment. She'd needed a change of scenery-something she'd wanted the day she turned eighteen. The only downside: it was in Marcel's name for the time being, neither of them having the time to change it. That meant anyone could stroll in without an invitation.

Stopping just short of the welcome mat, she held the key tight in her hand, unsure if she should actually enter. The young witch was obviously powerful enough to take most enemies but her energy was beyond depleted at the moment. She felt the presence, but didn't know what it was for sure or if it was friendly. If her intuition was correct, it was vampire. The only problem being most of the vampire's she knew usually called before popping in.

Preparing herself, she unlocked the door while simultaneously shoving it open. It hit the wall with a loud crack. Nothing could have prepared her for what was on the other side. In fact, as the door flew open her first thought was, 'Great! Now I'm seeing things!' She was expecting a random vampire, maybe not yet knowing the loft was hers now. Maybe even Rebekah, begging her for help for some stupid issue.

No, it was the last thing she would ever expect.

"Kol?"