A/N: Hey, guys! So regarding to the reviews I received last chapter, someone was confused to where this story was headed or what it was. This will not be a one-shot anymore, obviously. I plan to make it an actual story now, I don't know how many chapters but it will take place during Season 1 and continue from there on. The relationship between Klaus and Davina will probably be slow at first. And as for why Hayley isn't there, well she lives in the bayou now like she did in the middle of the first season, but it might change later on.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and feel free to leave a review :)


It had been several weeks now since Marcel had been banished and Davina still remained trapped with the Mikaelsons. Cami would come see her regularly to make sure she was fine and since she was still Klaus's shrink.

The young witch would have much rather stayed with her but of course Klaus wouldn't allow it.

Lately he had been busy brooding over family disputes and Hayley being gone with the other werewolves in the bayou. Ever since then he had been usually locked up in his room drawing, so Davina hadn't seen much of him.

Not that she minded avoiding him all together.

Once in a while she would have a conversation with Elijah, but he seemed to be brooding as well over Hayley being gone.

Spending most of her time in solitude again, being trapped in the compound made her actually miss the attic.

Davina boredly tapped her fingers against a desk while she sat with her legs crossed on a barstool beside the other young harvest witches. She was currently sitting inside of a greenhouse where they were practicing magic. This time the lesson consisted of bringing dried roses back to life.

No matter how much she would focus on the rose, she failed to succeed in making it raise back to life. It merely continued to remain a dull dead color. The rest of the girls had already long succeeded, chanting together and working on bringing the rest of the roses in the greenhouse back to life.

Davina sighed and leaned back against the barstool in defeat.

She didn't have to use magic in order to know the other girls were purposely isolating her. She pretended not to notice, but often she would catch a glimpse of them giving her cold stares and whispering amongst each other from a distance. Ever since what happened with the ancestors, they didn't want to be her friend anymore.

She felt utterly hopeless being as that she couldn't do anything anymore, not even magic. She lost Marcel and her friends. She didn't have anyone left. The only reason she was still alive was because Klaus found her magic useful, but even his patience was growing thin. If her magic doesn't come back soon he would surely kill her without hesitation.

"Davina, its easy. All you have to do is try." Abigail commented, noticing the dead rose Davina had been staring at since the lesson first started.

"I am trying," Davina huffed in frustration.

"Trying and failing, ever since you came back." Monique rolled her eyes.

Davina took her eyes off of the dead rose and glared at her former friend. "When are you going to stop being such a bitch to me, Monique?"

"When you stop being weak. You're supposed to be a Harvest girl, but maybe you don't belong here. Maybe you never did."

Davina clenched her teeth in frustration. "You know what? Maybe you're right," She scoffed, abruptly standing up from the barstool and storming off towards the exit of the greenhouse.

"Where are you going?" Abigail questioned.

"Away from here. I know when I'm not wanted," Davina remarked, stepping outside and slamming the door shut beside her. She didn't care at this point if Genevieve would be upset with her for leaving the lesson early.

She walked across the gravel, fuming with frustration at about everything right about now. Suddenly feeling her phone buzz from her back pocket, she stopped in her tracks to reach over and pull it out to see who was texting her.

A smile soon played across her lips once she saw it was her vampire friend Josh who had sent her a message. Tapping on the message to read it, it was telling her to meet him at one of the local pubs outside of the Quarter.

Perfect timing too.

After she replied to his text to let him know she would come, she placed her phone back in her pocket and made her way towards the pub.


Klaus stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom in thought, an annoyed frown appearing on his face as he thought of his problematic life. Him and the coven witch Genevieve were currently both naked under the sheets of his bed after a few rounds of sex, her arm draped around his waist as she traced her finger across his pale chest with her elbow slightly holding her up against the mattress.

She hummed and stared at his muscled arms and chest with lust before biting her lip and placing a soft kiss on his collarbone.

"What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" She pouted, noticing his grim expression.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to meet her gaze. A soft smirk graced his lips before staring at her with equal lust. He began placing kisses across the base of her neck, causing her to moan. He then pulled away from her.

"Apologies, love. I had something else preoccupying my mind."

Genevieve smiled and flirtatiously sat up on the bed, reaching over to the floor to collect her clothing. Klaus watched as she put on her bra, tracing his fingers across her back as she did so.

She tossed her hair over her back before putting on her underwear.

"The council meeting in the church was quite interesting. I had expected it to be nothing more than endless bickering until your baby mama decided to show up. You should've seen your brother's face when he saw her walk in." She decided to comment, as if knowing that mentioning Hayley would bring him back into a sour mood.

However, Klaus's face remained expressionless. "The Crescent curse is broken then?"

"Do you believe this will actually work? That we can finally have some semblance of peace in this city?" Genevieve wondered.

Before Klaus had time to respond, Cami suddenly walked inside of his room unannounced. "I saw the light from the courtyard and took a chance that-" She paused mid stride once she saw Genevieve sitting on his bed half naked. "You weren't with a half-naked psycho-witch. Seems I gambled and lost." She finally muttered.

Genevieve shot her a smirk. "Just on time. About a minute ago I was fully naked."

"Well then, you served your purpose. Please, don't let me hold you up." Camille gave a sarcastic reply, rolling her eyes.

Genevieve glared at her. "You O'Connells sure do love to piss off witches."

Without another word, she stood up from the bed and left the room to leave Klaus and Camille talk to one another in privacy. Cami did a double take to make sure she was gone, even better completely gone from the compound before turning back around to stare at Klaus with an incredulous expression on her face.

"Really? The woman tried to blackmail me into stabbing you with the mystical knife of excruciating pain!" Cami exclaimed.

Klaus sighed, leaning over to collect his clothes. Cami felt her cheeks flush and she quickly turned around to give him some privacy while he pulled his pants on. He smirked and stood up from the bed. "Well, New Orleans breeds nothing if not strange bedfellows, but I assume you're not here to question me on my leisure activities."

Cami crossed her arms and solemnly bit her lip. "I'm here about my uncle. He's deteriorating. The pills, the meditation, they're not working. His lucidity's shrinking by the day. A witch did this, a witch can undo it. You seem super-tight with Genevieve... maybe you could persuade her to help.

The smirk fell from Klaus's face, soon being replaced by a frown. " It won't do any good. These hexes, they start with magic, but as they take root, they alter the very chemistry of the brain. I'm sorry, Cami. The damage is done."

Cami turned around, her gaze blazing with anger. "I refuse to accept that, and you would, too, if you had any concept of family.

Klaus's gaze wavered, his mouth opening to say something but instead kept his mouth shut and merely avoided her stare.

Cami scoffed and started to leave his room before pausing at his doorway for a brief second. "By the way, has Genevieve told you about Davina yet?"

Klaus glanced up, his interest now being piqued at the mention of his lovely little witch.

"What about her?"

"She still hasn't been able to do magic, and sometimes she doesn't even show up to class. Face it Klaus, she just wants to be normal. She shouldn't have to follow what the witches say anymore. You should just let her come stay with me, I would take good care of her." Cami turned to him and sighed, before leaving the room once she said all what she wanted to say.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, feeling his temper beginning to rise on finding that Davina hadn't progressed at all and it had been almost a month.

That stupid girl was wasting his time.

He walked across his bedroom and picked up the glass of Bourbon that he had often sitting around on top of the small table. His nostrils flaring and the glass shaking in his grip due to his rage, he quickly drank the entire glass down before slamming it against the wall.

Oh, he was going to have a talk with her once she got back to the compound.

Several hours passed and Klaus merely occupied himself in painting more on his easel to add to his collection of odd and beautiful artwork. Once he heard the gate to the compound open, he dropped his paintbrush and used his supernatural speed to suddenly appear in the front courtyard, just as Davina had walked in.

She walked in staring at her phone with a smile on her face. Once she closed the gate with her free arm and looked up to meet Klaus's gaze she immediately froze before staggering back in surprise.

"Klaus, what do you want?" She questioned, confused.

"Don't play innocent with me, I know what you've been doing, or rather failing to do." Klaus took a step forward, his tall frame looming over hers. She instantly shrunk back in fear. "Who are you texting?" He ripped her phone away from her hands before she could protest and stared at her recent contact.

Josh.

Klaus grinned, "ah, Josh. How lovely of him to check up on you. Shall I go pay him a visit right now and rip his head off his shoulders?" He narrowed his eyes, his grin turning into a scowl.

"No, don't!" Davina quickly grabbed for her phone but Klaus chucked it at a nearby wall, causing it to break in half.

"Now, you're going to be honest with me. Why have you been missing Genevieve's classes?"

"I'm guessing she told you, then. Let me guess, was that before or after you slept with her?" Davina glared at him.

Instead of getting angry, the corners of Klaus's lips twitched into a smile. He gave a lighthearted chuckle. "That's none of your business, love. But if you must know, Camille told me, not Genevieve. She's been worried about you, and with good reason since you can't even manage to do a simple bloody magic spell."

Davina crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "When are you going to stop complaining about me? I get it, I'm useless okay!' She threw her arms in the air, practically shouting.

Klaus suddenly grabbed her by the wrist, a deep scowl on his face as he dragged her along with him across the courtyard and inside of a room.

"W-where are you taking me?" Davina swallowed.

He tossed her in the room in front of a table full of bouquets of dried up flowers. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before turning to face him.

"What's this for?"

"You're going to sit here and bring every one of those flowers back alive like you were supposed to be doing earlier today if you even bothered to try. I don't care if it takes you the whole bloody night, you will use your magic again. My patience with you is wearing thin." Klaus spat, before turning back around and slamming the doors of the room shut, leaving only her inside.

Davina helplessly slumped down on the couch in front of the table, being surrounded by the deafening silence of the room.

"Asshole..." She muttered to herself, glaring at the dried flowers and sighing before shutting her eyes and chanting the words of the spell to bring them back to life.


Hours passed and Davina had been chanting and staring at the dead flowers for hours now with no avail. She had no idea what time it was, but by the pitch darkness of outside the windows of the compound she had to have guessed it was at least the middle of the night if not passed it.

Her eyelids were drooping and she had to force herself to stay awake every time she accidentally nodded off.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could take it. She was so tired and had a headache for focusing on one object for so long.

Who cares if Klaus killed her for failing again at this point. Her exhaustion long clouded her fear of him.

She stopped chanting the spell and sighed, throwing her arms out and standing up from the couch. "It's no use! I can't do it."

Davina turned around, half expecting Klaus to show up again but the room remained empty and unusually quiet. The compound typically remained silent throughout the day, besides for the occasional discussions or arguments Elijah and Klaus would get into.

Maybe they were both gone?

She walked off from the living room and carefully made her way to Klaus's room to see if he was in there, despite realizing it was a stupid idea to go searching for him. As her hands dragged across the railings of the balcony sigh each step she took, she could see light coming from inside his room, indicating he might be in there after all.

Once she hesitantly stepped inside of the room, she found her speculation was right when she saw Klaus sitting on his couch, drinking from a young unconscious woman's neck.

Davina winced at the disturbing scene, but continued to stand at his doorway, even when he retracted his fangs from her neck and casually tossed her aside like a rag doll on the floor after he was finished.

As he wiped the blood from his chin, his currently bright golden eyes started straight at her, making her feel slightly uneasy.

He shot her a smirk.

"I hope the reason why you're interrupting me from my meal is because you've finally done what I told you to do."

Davina slowly shook her head. "I-I can't do it Klaus. I've tried and tried, and right now I'm too tired."

Klaus's smirk immediately turned to that of a disappointed frown, and his glare turned even colder. He sighed and placed his gaze instead on the compelled human woman on the floor. She remained unconscious, blood seeping from her neck.

"Well that's a shame, love. Because the only reason I'm keeping you here is to use you for your magic. If you can't even provide me that, well, you're no good to me alive then, are you? Therefore, I suppose I could just kill you. Or perhaps you could become one of my blood whores."

Davina glared at him, feeling her temper beginning to flare at his threats. "You're asking too much of me! At least I'm trying! Which is more that I can say about you!" She protested.

Klaus merely sat in the chair for a brief several moments, watching her under his dangerous glare. He stood up and slowly began to make his way towards her, causing her to unconsciously flinch and step back in fear of what he was going to do.

She felt him grab her by the collar of her shirt and bring her face inches away from his. His taller height made him seem even more intimidating as he loomed over her, closely putting his lips close to her ear that she shuddered once she felt his breath upon it.

"You want to sleep? Fine. I'll be generous this time. But starting in the morning, I want you practicing on those flowers. If even one of them is still dead, I'll paint them red myself with the color of your blood, you pathetic waste of space."

Davina winced as he released her shirt and shoved her away from him. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger, forcing herself to keep tears from spilling over.

"Do we have an understanding?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered a soft, "yes."

"Good. Now get out of my sight," he growled.

Saying nothing else, Davina turned and left his room in a matter of seconds. She heard the door slam shut behind her, making her flinch as she made her way across the hallway and back to her room. She managed to remain somewhat composed all the way until she finally entered her room.

Once she was inside, she whirled around and quickly shut her door as well, before allowing the tears to freely fall down her cheeks. She began to sob, not caring if Klaus heard her or not.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her, continuing to cry to her heart's content where she was covered under the blankets. She rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes, sniffling and thinking about how much she hated Klaus.

How much of a monster he was.

She sighed as soon as her crying began to stop, and exhaustion soon took over as she quietly drifted off into sleep.

She didn't know how many hours she had slept for when she felt herself start to awaken. Her neck hurt for some reason, as if she had been sleeping on something hard all night. Her eyes fluttered open and she winced as she felt a slight breeze flow straight into her face, causing her to scrunch up her nose from the cold.

Odd. She didn't remember leaving a window open in the room.

Once her eyes completely opened, she was now fully aware that she was not in the room anymore.

Davina quickly stood up on her feet and leaves fell from her hair as she frantically whirled around to stare at her surroundings.

All she could see were trees.

She was in a forest.

"How the hell did I get here?" She absentmindedly spoke out loud.

What was even more alarming was how unfamiliar this forest was. She was definitely sure there was no forest like this in New Orleans, let along Louisiana. The trees were huge and the air was cold. There wasn't a ray of sunshine in the sky, only dull grey clumps of clouds. As she shuddered from the cold breeze again she swore she could smell the faint scent of an ocean nearby.

Yeah, she definitely was not in Louisiana.

She hesitated before taking a few steps forward to scan the area, not even sure if she would be able to find a way out. Suddenly hearing a snap of a twig, she whirled back around.

"Hello?" She softly called out, but quickly regretted in doing so. She didn't know if anyone in this forest would be friendly.

Davina faintly heard the sound of a conversation nearby as she continued to step closer to where she heard the snap of a branch.

"See what you did? You scared it away, you stupid boy-"

As soon as she caught sight of a tall, well-built, fierce looking middle aged man and a small blonde boy no older than eight, she quickly hid behind one of the trees. They were both carrying a bow an arrow, so she was assuming they were out here hunting something. What confused her were their clothes, which were nothing more then dirty cloth and animal skin. Maybe they lived in the woods away from society?

"I-I'm sorry father...I didn't see where I was stepping."

Davina carefully peeked out from behind the tree and saw the young boy solemnly gazing down at the forest floor. There was a look of fear in his eyes for some reason. She was trying to figure out what he could be afraid of, until the father ripped the bow and arrow from his hands and tossed it aside on the floor, making the boy flinch.

"Why did the gods punish me by bringing me such a pathetic useless excuse for a son who can't even learn how to hunt properly? Even your younger sister could do this," the father scoffed. "I should have brought along one of your brothers instead."

Father...I-"

The boy was quickly cut off by the father reeling back his fist and punching the boy square in the face, causing him to fall back on the ground. Davina had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from accidentally crying out. She stopped looking at the scene and instead pressed her back against the bark of the tree, her hand still over her mouth and her breath shuddering as the father continued to beat the boy. She didn't want to look anymore but she could still hear the punches and kicks being thrown and the boy's cries and groans of pain, something she was sure would be stuck in her mind for a while.

Finally the beating stopped.

When all she could hear was silence along with a few birds cawing and the heavy breathing of the furious father, she slowly peeked her head out once more to see what was happening.

She wish she hadn't.

The boy had blood running down his face and he moaned as he spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor beside where he was laying in a crumpled heap. His left eye was now swollen with a bruise and his nose looked to be broken as blood streamed down his lips and chin.

"The only thing you're good for is to use as a means of target practice. Be glad that I have granted you the mercy of not ending your pathetic life, boy." The father looked at his son with disgust.

Davina felt her blood start to boil in anger. How could one be so cruel, to a child nonetheless?

"Why do you hate me, father...? Why me?" The boy quivered under his breath, a sob escaping from his mouth as a single tear fell from his cheek.

"Stop crying and get up. If you have any ounce of desire to be a man, you will never show your tears in front of me."

The boy immediately stopped crying and wiped any remaining tears away. "Yes, father." He muttered.

Davina felt her heart tighten. All the boy wanted was to please his father. The way he was being treated by him as even less than an animal made her want to throw up.

"Get. Up." The father repeated with a glare.

The boy slowly rose on his feet despite staggering against the bark of the tree where he was thrown into and beaten against. He sniffled and made his way towards his father as if nothing happened. This made Davina realize that the beatings probably happened often.

"Go clean yourself up in the river and get home before your mother has food ready on the table. We'll continue this tomorrow." The father ordered.

"Yes, father." The boy said once more before turning and heading towards the direction of the river, trying to hide his limp with each step he took.

As soon as he left and the father stayed to pick up their belongings, Davina stepped around the tree once the father began to near closer to her hiding spot. She felt her heart thumping against her chest with each step he took closer towards her tree. She peeked out and watched as he picked up the bow and arrow, thoughtfully gazing off into the distance.

Did he know she was there?

She took a step backwards to press herself closer to the tree but to her horror she accidentally stepped on a fallen branch like the boy had. The sound of the branch snapping in two was enough to send birds cawing and flying out of their trees. Davina felt her heart stop as she heard the father freeze in silence.

"Niklaus! I thought my instructions were clear, boy." The father's voice suddenly rang out.

Niklaus? Was that the boy's name?

Davina furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Elijah calls Klaus by that name.

Niklaus...is his full name.

After more silence came, Davina decided to carefully edge herself out from behind the tree. The father wasn't there anymore, but his bow and arrow had been left on the floor. She sighed in relief, and rested her head back against the tree with her eyes closed.

Once she opened them however, she nearly screamed. The father was standing right in front of her with a very menacing glare. Before she had time to react, he caught her by the threat and slammed her back against the bark of the tree. His grip on her neck tightened and she could feel the oxygen being squeezed from her lungs as she scratched at the man's wrists.

If he could beat his son like that she was scared to know what he would do to her.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The father hissed, slamming her head against the tree again.

She felt her vision spinning and black spots were beginning to appear.

"Stop," she weakly managed to choke out. She could feel her life slowly start to slip away. He pulled her away from the tree and slammed her head hard against the tree once more.

She heard the sound of a bone snap before her vision went black.

Davina woke up in panic, her hands tightly gripping the blankets after abruptly sitting up in bed with a gasp. She felt her chest tightening and suddenly she couldn't breathe.

It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

She repeated in her head multiple times to try and calm down.

She ran her fingers through her hair, hugging her knees up to her chest and resting her forehead against them. She thought she heard her name faintly being said close by, and she thought she might've just been hearing things in her head until she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

She gasped and immediately pulled away from the hand, retreating back against the bed and realizing there was a dark figure standing beside her that she couldn't see due to the pitch darkness of the room.

"Davina, it's alright. It's me."

She suddenly recognized the voice to be Klaus.

At this discovery, her heart suddenly began to race. He wasn't exactly the most reassuring person to see after a nightmare. Especially since she he had choked her once before.

She was confused. Why was he here? Did she accidentally scream in her nightmare? Did she wake him up? Was he upset? Was he going to kill her?

"Klaus..?" She absentmindedly muttered. "I-I'm sorry..."

She blinked and felt tears running down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt movement from the mattress beside her, indicating that he had sat down. She felt his hand against her face again, but instead of moving away from it she only flinched. To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to brush away her tears.

"Shh...don't be scared, love. I'm not going to hurt you. I only need you to relax, you're hyperventilating." He shushed her, gently brushing his other hand across her back and soothing circular motions.

Only then did Davina realize she was still having difficulty breathing, her breaths were still shallow from being in a state of panic earlier.

"I had a nightmare," she sniffled.

"I know. I heard you."

Klaus moved further onto the bed to lay down, putting his body underneath hers and slightly lifting her up so that her head could rest against his chest. Before she could ask what he was doing, she merely pressed her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating in a rhythmic state.

"Relax and listen to my heartbeat. You're having a panic attack, this will help."

She slowly closed her eyes and continued listening to the thumps of his heart, soon feeling her breathing slowly return to a normal state as she listened to the sound of his blood circulating. She hadn't heard the sound of someone's heart too often, but it seemed ironic to her that his heart sounded so unusually normal for being such a monstrous and feared creature. But in this moment, despite her dislike for him, she felt safe laying in his arms. If she was with Klaus nothing could hurt her.

He continued to soothingly brush his fingers across her back. She hadn't realized she wrapped her leg around his, and he propped a knee up to remain more comfortable. She seemed to forget or didn't care that they were in a cuddling position, and in addition slowly snaked her arm across his chest as well once she felt herself about to fall asleep from the sound of his heartbeat.

"Klaus.?" She murmured before she could fall asleep. However, sleep suddenly took her before he could respond and all she heard was the sound of a faint hum rising from his chest.

As she fell into a relaxed state of sleep, she realized something about the abused young boy in her dreams and why he looked so familiar. There was something about him, and she wanted to ask Klaus out of curiosity but then decided against it.

It seemed strange to her, but she now knew why him and the boy shared the same name.

That boy was him.