I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol arrived at the Bennett Ancestor grounds and walked to where the potions were. He looked them over carefully. He was surprised to feel the potions, to feel their reactions, to feel their power, gods above it felt good! His eyes flicked up to the little witch who was peering curiously at the potions and then to the Bennett witch who was watching them.

"You've done well," he stated as he finished his checks. "What did you do to this one?" he asked, as he eyed the sample, he liked the coloring in best.

"Little rose water," she answered.

"This one," he murmured. "We'll slip this one to Klaus," he stated firmly.

Davina nodded.

"I should get home, my dad's coming home tonight," Bonnie said.

"Very well," Kol nodded as she jogged off. He looked at Davina, she looked how he pictured the Valkyrie, he thought, which startled him. The girl was hardly more than a child, she was not what he was expecting as her blue eyes traced over the potions. He hadn't thought about the Valkyrie in five hundred years, had stopped looking for them or thinking about them. Still, he was surprised that the thought had crossed his mind, and that the little witch reminded him of the mythic women he had dreamt of as a boy. She was so fierce, as either version of herself, so steady and driven and relentless, he was impressed with her. She wasn't just a little fighter, no, she was a warrior. The sort of warrior who would have impressed his father, she'd have been a Valkyrie or a shieldmaiden with her ferocity and beauty.

"What?" she raised her brow then.

"Nothing," he chuckled. "Just an old human thought striking me right now."

"What sort of thought?"

"One I haven't had in a while. With being human I should resume sparring, regularly," he muttered to himself as he walked past her.

"Seriously! What thought!" Davina persisted as she trotted after him.

"An old one, love," he promised.

"Tell me!"

"No," he chuckled as he made it out of the Bennett house.

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please!"

"No."

"Come on!" she begged as she caught his arm, he twirled her around in front of him.

"No," he smiled a bit. "Davina, it's just an old human thought, that's it."

"Why not just tell me?"

"Because it's a foolish, private thought, love," he chuckled as they walked to the car again.

"What sort of private!?"

"Is this Big or Little You?"

"Little, Big Me is replotting the list." She shrugged. "So, what's you're thought!?"

"It's a private thought, love," he stressed.

"Come on!" she groaned dramatically.

"No, little witch," he mused.

"Was it a funny thought?" she asked.

"No, it's not," he answered with a wry smile.

"Then why not just tell me!?" she pleaded.

"Because it's private!" he retorted. "Are you hungry, love?"

"Starved," she answered.

"We'll go grab a bite to eat," he decided as they started for the inner part of town. Soon they found the Mystic Grill, he got the door for the tiny witch and guided her to a table. Habit had him pulling out her seat. Once she was seated, he sat across from her, sprawling out until he was comfortable. He'd always been large, as a Viking this was good, but for being comfortable, it seemed he was always sprawled over wherever he was sitting.

"What do you recommend?" he asked her as he thumbed a menu.

"The burgers," came the answer from a man. Kol looked up to see one of Bonnie's mortal friends there, the big blond boy.

"Hi Matt," Davina greeted with a sunny smile.

"Hey Davina, glad to see you back, hey Kol," Matt greeted.

Kol nodded.

"So, I'm guessing whatever supernatural weirdness you were working against is defeated?"

"One thing is," Davina admitted.

"Now we're onto the next," Kol mused. "More monsters to slay, less time to do it."

"Sick, sounds like this game, the Witcher?"

"What?"

"It's a video game after a popular book series, pretty sick," Matt decided. "I'll get you guys those burgers and shakes; it's on the house."

"Nah, mate, we'll pay," Kol insisted.

"You guys saved my best friend's kid brother, you deserve a free meal," Matt stated firmly as he walked away.

"That's nice of him," Davina said softly as she watched him go.

"He's sweet on you, lass," he chuckled.

"He is not!" she spun so fast that her hair flew wildly around her as she came to glare at him. Kol smiled a bit then.

"Nothing wrong with a lad being sweet on a lass, love," he chuckled. "'Sides, you're a gorgeous one, nothing not to be sweet on, unless… your hearts claimed by another."

Davina was bright red, and he smiled softly at the expression on her face.

"Ah, there's another who holds the heart of young Davina Claire! Do divulge!" Kol mused. "Who's the lad bold enough to have your heart, love?"

"Um…" she bit her lip and wrung her hands. "No, you'll laugh at me!"

"I will not," he assured her solemnly.

"Um…"

"Come now, love, I'll need to see if he's worthy of you."

"No, you won't!" she squeaked.

"Perhaps not, but Marcel should check the lad out," he pointed out.

"NO!" she gasped in mortification as her face turned more scarlet.

He chuckled then. "I'm teasing, love, if there is a lad you're sweet on, you should just fess up before he misses it," he pointed out.

"I don't think he knows I exist," she muttered. "Or he's forgotten about me by now."

"And what lad is blind enough not to see the prettiest witch of the century?"

"No, you'll laugh at me," she muttered shyly.

"I doubt that," he assured her seriously. "I'll remind you I'm Bex's older brother, I've heard all about a young lass' heartthrobs. So, what's his name, love?"

"You won't tell Marcel?" she asked.

"On my life, I will not breath a word of it," he assured her.

"His name's Tim," she muttered as she turned more red. "We grew up together."

"That Tim!?" he blinked.

"Yeah, but I haven't talked to him since my mother pushed me more into the coven and stuff," she waved off. "I see him from time to time around the Quarter, he plays the fiddle. He's just nice. Monique says he's a wimp, but he's nice."

"Nice guys aren't wimps. And girls like you deserve nice lads," he lied. A girl like Davina deserved more than a nice boy, but she was a lass, and he knew older her was very in love with her husband, but the young lass before him had no such love.

"You don't think…?"

"Nah," he shook his head. "When we get to New Orleans we'll go meet up with Tim."

"We?"

"You have a coven of witches who want you dead Davina Claire, you're not leaving my sight until that's resolved, and I'll be far more discrete than Marcel, but you deserve time to be young and with your crush," he told.

"Thanks," she brightened. "Why'd you want to know?"

"Curiosity."

"Well, I shared my embarrassing secret so you should share your private thought?"

"No, love," he shook his head.

"Oh, come on!" she groaned.

"No, trust me, it's not for a young girl," he stated firmly.

That had Davina pursing her lips and glaring at him. He didn't get the sense that he had deterred her, but he had thwarted her momentarily.

"Why do you care if I have a crush?" Davina asked curiously.

"Curiosity, love," he answered again.

"That's not an answer," she muttered.

"No, but it's the honest truth, I was merely curious, we haven't had much time outside of killing Silas to actually get to know each other, so I'm getting to know you, Davina Claire."

"Oh," she blinked. "I guess we did skip that to being friends because of big me."

"We did," he agreed.

"Did you have a crush?" she asked.

"No," Kol answered as his lips quirked. "I enjoy women, love, I like their company, their minds, personalities and so forth, I like wooing them, seducing them and befriending them, but I've never had an inkling of being sweet on one."

"Why not?"

"Just was never interested in a relationship like that," he shrugged.

"That's a little sad," she admitted.

"No," he smiled honest then. "I… I was happy as I was.'

"Then I'm happy for you, and I'm happy we're friends," she decided honest and pure.

"I am as well."

"What's your favorite book!?"

"Book?" He thought hard about it. "That's difficult, I have read some of the great works."

"When you were growing up!"

"Ah, I didn't have a favorite book, I did have a favorite saga though," he admitted. "My father told it to me when I was a boy, Helgakviða Hundingsbana or any saga involving Ragnarr Loðbrók. But favorite book, there's too many to choose, I could be here for a lifetime. I suppose… Odyssey or the Iliad, I connected with them. You?"

"You're going to laugh," she muttered then.

"Probably not."

"I stole a series of books by a JD Robb, they're the in Death series."

"You stole them?"

"It was right there in the gutter of an alley in the Quarter, and my mother would never let me read something like that!" she grumbled as her face turned read. "I love them."

"What's it about?"

She lit up as she launched into the books.

Davina was walking up the steps of her cabin, tired, a little sore, but happy having spent most of the day learning about Kol and his peculiarities. Hayley had texted her she'd be home soon, which had Kol agreeing to take her home and let her have some alone time. Waving him off as she pulled her keys out, she watched him drive off. Opening the door to her home she shut it quietly and walked up to her room. Since the death of Silas, she had felt her older self and herself becoming more and more one, which was a bit weird and nerve wracking.

Davina was about halfway up the stairs when there was a knock on the door.

"I don't have the keys, Kol!" she said as she came jogging down and opened her door to see a different boy there.

"Oh," she stepped back. If he were a vampire, he wouldn't be able to get in. "Can I help you?"

He wasn't as big as Marcel or Kol, but the way he was looking at her had her wary. The young man was maybe a little older than she was, had dark hair, was a bit taller than herself, and a broad build. His dark eyes were sharp though, predatory, they reminded her of Marcel's or Kol's, or Hayley's but there was something about him which made her wary; he wasn't safe like her people were. He flashed her a charming smile, which had her itching to slam her door and run for her phone to call Kol for help.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but… my car just broke down up the road a bit, and my phone died, I need to call a tow," he said as he tried to look harmless. She noted that he made an effort to appear harmless as he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrug sheepishly. "You don't need to invite me in or anything, I'll wait here on the porch."

"Um… ok," she responded.

Taking a deep breath Davina decided she'd go out on a limb here and try to be a good person, getting her phone she returned to the door and held it out for him. He smiled then grabbed her wrist pulling her so hard she felt her wound breaking open to bleed as she slammed hard into his chest.

"You're coming with me!" he hissed.

Davina snarled as she shoved against him, feeling the magic roil within her, since connecting with Kol though she hadn't fully recovered her strength. She pulled on her power when he was coming closer to her to throw him off the porch. She tried to run into the cabin again, but a hand caught her ankle which had her crying out as she fell forward, slamming into the steps of her cabin hard. Harder than when she'd been thrown into the column.

"Shouldn't have done that," the mystery man snarled as she felt something jab into the side of her throat before she could react. The world was pulled from her grasp at a lightning fast, sluggish pace and then gone.

He'd been watching this cabin since he had seen Hayley move here, it'd been empty for the last few weeks, but the return of the pipsqueak had him acting now. She was obviously important to Hayley, and he would get back at Hayley for ruining everything.

Now that the small girl was unconscious, he found it easy to grab her.

She was a tiny little thing, far lighter than he was expecting. Long dark hair, and blue eyes, her childish, innocent features made it clear she was young, he could scent her moon's bleed on her, which made her smell repulsive to him, but still sweet.

She kind of looked like Hayley, he would guess that she was Hayley's sister or something, which meant Hayley had a weak point and he could break the bitch for betraying his pack and getting his mom killed! Making his way to his car he shoved the girl in the trunk. Grabbing the Gorilla tape, he bound her up and then covered her mouth before grabbing one of the girl's hands. Slicing the tip of her finger he made her hand move to form the letter he wanted, her blood smelled sweet, and delicious.

Once he had the note, he stalked back to the cabin, then pulled a hunter's knife as he slammed the note into the door before leaving the phone at the open door and jogging back to his car.

Now for drawing Hayley out so he could kill her, she wouldn't survive for what she had done! Hayley had ruined everything. He drove fast and hard to where he'd keep the girl.