Hello there. Its been a while. I'm sorry. I'm awful I know. My excuses basically include college, new everything to do with that, a shit ton of work, game of thrones, throne of glass book 5 and outlander. Oh and not having any bloody idea how to continue this fic. So I'm making this the last chapter unless I'm suddenly struck by inspiration or you guys tell me what you want. Btw, I'm probably not going to bring Cami back cos I don't know how to even begin doing that. Sorry.
Kol stood before Davina's grave in the churchyard, his hand flat upon the cool stone, thinking of the barriers that separated them. The church itself had been left in ruins, some of the earlier graves too, but this section had been left untouched by his and Vincent's actions years ago when they blew the connection between the ancestors and the witches of New Orleans to hell. "So what do you need me for?" He asked Vincent without turning around. The warlock looked up from where he was preparing the spell with Freya's help. "I mean, its not as if I have any magic, seeing as how I'm a vampire, nor do I have any experience with this spell. What do I bring to the table that you don't already have?"
"Well for one, there's no way in hell I'm doing this without you here, I rather like living." Vincent joked, smirking. He became more serious when Kol turned to face him, smirk falling from his lips and eyes hardening in determination. "You have the strongest conection to her than any of us and that's what we need. Theoretically, we use your bond with her to link the two of you and once the conection is formed, it builds a bridge giving her a way back. The dagger provides a temporary connection to the ancestors, long enough to bind the two of you and create the link. Freya will keep the spell going long enough for me to link the two of you together."
"It sounds simple in theory," Freya began, "but the magical discharge may draw the ancestors to her location and, well, I don't need to remind you of their hatred for us and for Davina. Unfortunately for them, I plan on sucking all those sorry bastards dry of any magic they may have access to. Like I said, they aren't getting a damn thing out of us. Not again. Not anymore."
"So we move quickly." Kol said with a sharp nod in his sister's direction. The last thing he cared about were the bloody ancestors. Let them come and try to stop him from getting to Davina. He would rip them all to pieces even if he had to die again to do it.
"This may sting a bit." Vincent warned Kol right before a raging torrent of pain started in his mind as Vincent invaded it. He fell to his knees, a scream pulled from his lips, hands clutching his his head as flashes of memories of Davina were pulled to the forefront of his mind. After what could only be a few minutes but seemed like hours, the pain receded and Kol glared up at Vincent as he pulled himself up.
"For future reference, it did 'sting a bit' as you put it." The warlock in question simply shrugged, grinning.
"I wouldn't get up if I were you, this next bit is defintely going to hurt a little more. That was just creating the bond in the first place. Now I have to crack it wide open so that we can reach Davina and tell her how to get the hell out of dodge. I'd brace myself if I were you." Kol visibly steeled himself at Vincent's words, exhaling harshly as something occurred to him based on the bond he shared with his niece.
"Davina- she isn't- she can't feel any of this, can she? She didn't go through any of the hell I just did, right?" There was a certain desperation to his words, his voice breaking at her name, at the very thought of her being hurt even more. Freya answered this time, her voice gentle as she reassured her younger brother.
"The pain was born out a bond being created with someone who's, well, dead and your mind coming to terms with that. For Davina, if she felt it at all, it should have been more of a realisation if anything." The vampire nodded, tension seeping away from his body as he prepared himself. This time he didn't cry out as Vincent entered his mind, breaking open the still raw bond. He kept silent as Vincent explained everything to the young witch on the other side, as he led her back to them. Small gasps escaped his lips as the bond strained, the warlock exerting more pressure on it in order to keep in contact with Davina and then for a moment there was nothing, pure silence as Vincent left his mind before it exploded with emotion and life. Davina Claire was back.
As much as his heart burst with joy at being reunited with his family again, the sensation of being surrounded by so many people, by not being in constant agony all the time left Klaus feeling... off kilter. He couldn't keep himself focused on everything that was happening, couldn't always bring himself to believe that this wasn't simply another pain induced hallucination. He had already pushed away his family on multiple occasions because of his protective nature coming out in overly controlling tendencies and he had no desire to rehash the problems that had been caused as a result.
Something had fundamentally changed within him though, ever since that damned blade was taken out of him. He found himself wanting to give in to his wolf side more and more often, shifting into his wolf form constantly and curling around Hope or whatever sibling happened to be around at the time. Kol took it in stride, understanding that after everything, a certain change was to be expected. The girls were delighted as it meant they could enjoy what was essentially an over grown puppy. It was only Hayley and Elijah who were worried about his drastic change in behaviour, understanding that something was wrong but frustrated at not being able to do anything about it. He understood their concern and frustration, after all, he had often experienced it himself and, despite any vocal denials, there was something inherently wrong with him. Something that had been wrong for a very long time. His overbearing need to protect his family this time, at least, manifested in ways that annoyed said family far less than previous methods, mainly including turning into a wolf and either accompanying or sitting on them, whichever he felt the situation called for. Seeing as it meant a constant bodyguard and one who couldn't argue with them when they made idiotic decisions (although he did make some impressive eyerolls for a wolf) they put up with it. Mostly.
But over the past few years he had been slowly losing himself to the darkness that surrounded him, that took away all he cared for. And he couldn't help but wonder- how long would it be till he pushed his family away again? Before he drove them away so utterly and completely that there was no possible way to mend the burned bridges?
Klaus shook his head to clear it. Those were thoughts better left for another day. He looked around, noting the unfamiliar area of the bayou. He also noted with a glimmer of annoyance that he was once again in the form of a tawny wolf. He rolled his eyes as much as he could at the situation and turned around, not quite ready to go home just yet but not wanting to continue walking in circles in the bloody bayou. Especially seeing as how he couldn't even remember why and how he got here.
As he walked, he allowed his mind to wander to thoughts of Hope and her latest misdemeanours. The most recent ones included dousing Rebekah with ice cold water and staining her dress a bright green in the process. He still wasn't entirely certain how it led to a three way prank war with her, Kol and Rebekah, Freya occasionally helping whichever of them that had peaked her interest. How it ended up with him getting pink hair, Hayley needing to replace her entire wardrobe and three of Elijah's suits ripped to pieces, he had no idea. It had been a strange few days. He mentally sniggered at the memory of his older brother's face upon realising three of his immaculate suits were reduced to the shreds of cloth that were fluttering around the room. Hope had been so apologetic even as Kol and Rebekah were bursting with laughter. That had been an... interesting day.
Davina woke up to a familiar darkness, surrounded by stone, gasping as her lungs inhaled air for the first time in years. She went through various emotions within the span of a minute, shrieking as the stone in front of her cracked and burst apart. Pure relief coursed through her as Vincent helped her out. She threw her arms around him then, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to understand what had happened. Looking over the warlock's shoulder she caught sight of Kol and her breath hitched in her throat. Vincent chuckled, moving back as Kol rushed forward, sweeping her up in a tight embrace. Davina threw her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could, tears falling from her eyes. Tears were dripping down the vampire's own cheeks as he breathed her in, holding her oh so close as if he expected her to disappear any second. She didn't disappear though, and she wasn't about to if he had anything to do about it.
After an insane amount of explanations, Davina finally felt that she had a pretty good grasp on all that she had missed while being dead. She still shied away from Freya, unwilling to get too close but then, who could blame her? She looked up at walls of the Mikaelson mansion, taking a deep breath before entering - after all, she did have both good and bad memories here.
A little girl was playing outside, a great wolf curled around her, flicking her with his tail which would promptly be smacked away with only the least display of annoyance. She glanced up as they walked in, scrambling to her feet and running towards Kol with delight on her face. "Uncle Kol! I've been waiting for you! I was practising with my magic and I did the coolest thing ever! Even Daddy said so-" she cut herself off as she noticed Davina, the older witch awkwardly raising a hand in an attempt to wave. She dimly noted the wolf standing up behind the young girl who could only be Hope but ignored it for the time being. It was strange to think of the little two year old that she remembered being this girl of at least seven or eight but it was to be expected.
Kol knelt down beside Hope, looking up at Davina with a tender smile, "this is Davina, Hope. I've told you about her, do you remember?" The child nodded, a brilliant smile spreading across her face as she looked at Davina.
"You're my Auntie 'Vina. I've been waiting for you to come back home. Now you and Uncle Kol can be happy and you can teach me magic with Uncle Kol and Auntie Freya. Auntie Beks teaches me how to punch people who annoy me so I don't have to use my magic all the time. You can learn with me as well. All of Daddy's memories have you using magic and that's not good because what if you can't use magic? Also if Daddy's ever mean to you again, I'll be the one dealing with him so don't worry." Taking in the whirlwind that was Hope was a difficult task but Davina could get used to the bossy child - if she could control the laughter that was to begin right after the shock passed. Hope looked contemplative for a moment before adding as an afterthought, "I don't think Daddy should be too mean though. He was really mad at Auntie Freya and Uncle Elijah after what they did and really sad that he couldn't keep his promise to Uncle Kol. Anyway, Mommy will be happy you're back. I'll go get her." Hope ran off to find her mother, leaving behind a very confused Davina and a smirking Kol.
"She's a force to be reckoned with alright. I don't envy you brother. Wonder what she wanted to show me?"
Klaus stepped forward chuckling. "If you think I'm the only one who has to deal with her stubbornness then you really are delusional Kol. I plan to make you all suffer my daughter equally." He extended a hand toward Davina, a gentle smile on his face, eyes open and candid, perhaps the least threatening and most truthful the young witch had ever seen him leaving aside when he was taking of his siblings and child. "I didn't have the chance to say this before or to show you how much it is meant but, welcome to the family Davina. Anyone who hurts you will probably have their throat ripped out, bloody ancestors included. And in the very unlikely case that it's Kol, well, I'll set Hope on him. I'm sure 'Bekah would love to show you pictures of the last time my daughter was set loose on her uncle. It wasn't a pretty sight, was it Kol?"
The Mikaelson in question looked a little embarrassed, raising a hand to his hair self consciously. "No, it wasn't. Nik here passed on his more devilish genes to her and she has a rather devious mind when provoked."
"And it's one I spent years developing so really Kol, I deserve at least half the credit." Hayley's voice came calling out as she made her way down the stairs. Klaus and Kol both nodded in agreement, to Davina's only growing surprise. These weren't the same people she had left all those years ago, that was all too clear. But as she was pulled into a warm embrace by Hayley, she thought she might like to be a part of this family.