Chapter 34

"What a good inspector Coleman !" Klaus banged his fist on his desk furious, Freya watching expressionless although she agreed with the sentiment.

"It seems like me not moving against him yet was taken as our family being easily bullied. Then I won't be polite anymore." Klaus eyes flashed sinisterly.

"Coleman definitely can't stay. But when talking to me he was always confident he would win, he must have some hidden cards. You must be careful." Cautioned the older Mikaelson.

"Do not worry, everyone has a weakness, I just need to find the Inspector's. First though, I'll deal with Salvatore then it will be Coleman's turn."

-O-

Although it was afternoon, Davina was sitting at the counter of the Mystic. Despite her presence in the establishment, she was not here for a drink, as evidence by the lack of any glass before her. She was simply bored. She lived a rather idle life since marrying into the Mikaelson family, she didn't need to do most chores in the house and was left to her own device mostly. But as much as it was nice to be able to paint and read to her heart content, she couldn't and didn't want to spend all her time doing it.

Of course Kol accompanied her as much he could and would take her out where it was deemed safe, but he was busy with the conflict with the Italians being imminent those days and she didn't want to distract him, she felt somewhat stressed herself at the possibility of things going wrong despite Kol confidence.

Of course, even without Kol she wasn't truly alone, they lived with his family after all, and she often spent time with her sisters-in-laws. Rebekah would drag her shopping, and nowadays would have her accompanying her to the Mystic.

And so, here she was. Rebekah was busy learning to run the bar though. Davina didn't want to get in the way and just spent her time people watching.

But in the afternoon, there really weren't many patrons in the Mystic, the evening crowds not having descended upon the speakeasy yet.

There was, however the occasional drunk no matter the time of the day, and there just happened to be one who had decided to pester her today.

"Heyyy, pretty thing wanna have a drink with me ?" Slurred the intoxicated man leaning against the bar, his reddened eyes leering at her.

Davina glared sharply at him, her expression clearly telling him to scram bur he didn't look like he understood or if he could even see right right now.

"No. Don't bother me."

"Dun't be like that... Let's have fun together." He swayed closer to her and the rank smell of cheap alcohol entered her nose making her grimace in disgust. She was a second away from punching the guy when a new voice interrupted.

"You really shouldn't bother her if you don't want trouble man, she's Kol Mikaelson's wife."

The drunk paled hearing the name as he looked to the man behind the counter before staggering away and out the Mystic.

Davina looked at the Mystic new bartender and their eyes met.

"Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me, you weren't the one bothering me ?" She tilted her head.

"When I said you were Kol's wife you frowned, and I know you're your own person, but for guys like that dropping a name is often the quickest most effective way."

Davina observed the young man more closely, he truly looked sincere, and it was rare that a man actually thought a woman shouldn't be owned by a man. Her expression became a bit more opened and friendly.

"You were helping me out, besides, if you hadn't come when you did, I would have smashed something over his head, so you pretty much saved him." She smiled.

He laughed, and gave her a smile back.

"I'm Josh."

"Davina."

As they started talking, and realized they had a few things in common, she felt like she'd found a close friend.

-O-

Enzo knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the door to open. Despite the looming confrontation with the Salvatore, he was in a good mood tonight. After all, he finally was taking the girl he liked out.

Bonnie opened the door dressed in a pretty black dress, trying to appear nonchalant, but feeling a bit shy under Enzo's appreciative gaze.

"For you." Enzo brought a rose from behind his back.

Bonnie took it and looked at him behind her lashes.

"I hope it doesn't come from my competition."

"I would never buy flowers from anywhere but Bennett Bouquet." He proclaimed.

"So where are you taking me to ?"

"First to eat good food, shall we ?" He offered his arm and she took it.

The place he took her was a french restaurant. The food was indeed good and the conversation too, just like bickering with Enzo was easy, talking about anything flew smoothly. In fact the both of them had good chemistry, it was just that Bonnie had tried to resist the attraction before.

After dinner Bonnie expected him to take her back home, but he brought her to a dancing club instead and barely were they in before he asked for a dance.

"I believe you owe me a dance." He extended his hand, palm up, waiting for her to take it.

"Really ?" She raised an eyebrow, but the corners of her mouth were curling upward.

He didn't respond, but his slight smile and challenging gaze had Bonnie put her hand in his as she let him take her to the dance floor.

He was a good dancer, the music was a slow one, making them be in close proximity as they swayed. A laugh escaped her when he bent her backward before bringing her back up. He seemed pleased with himself. They danced for a while more as it became somewhat late.

When Enzo walked her back home, Bonnie couldn't deny she had had a good time, Enzo had made sure of that. Soon they were back at her door.

"So, will I get to take you on a second date ?" He asked.

Bonnie admitted she had already surrendered, tonight just reaffirmed her decision, she wouldn't play hard to get at this point.

"You may." She softly answered, looking into his eyes.

Enzo took a step closer and Bonnie felt her heart skip a beat as he leaned toward her, his hands cradled her head as he kissed her just on the corner of her mouth.

"Goodnight." He said hoarsely.

He released her and she entered her house closing the door behind her, pressing her back against it as she tried to let her heart calm down. Without doubt she knew she had fallen.

Although I wrote this story with Klaroline principally in mind, there are many more characters I want to tell the story of, so I hope you'll like the whole journey.