A/N: This chapter will be the shortest one in the entire story. Of course, **I own nothing: All of the TVD entity belongs to other creative minds**. And special shout out to I love Kol Mikaelson.
Davina laid down the square and cross quilt down on the green flecks under a thick tree. The moss spiraled down with the green and the long branches tipped down to the ground. She placed down a wicker picnic basket in the center. She knelt down and opened up the top. She pulled out the plastic wrapped sandwiches. She even pulled out a chilled jug of lemonade and two matching plastic cups.
She smiled as she passed a sandwich and a cup to her vampire. He smirked as she shimmied over to him.
"Thanks, darling," said Kol with a quick kiss to her lips.
Davina sighed happily. She leaned into him and watched as the Sun loomed and the wind quickened and an invisible presence emerged. It lingered by Davina and then applied a mocking pressure to her shoulders. Her shoulders tightened with tension. Her stomach dropped and a dark swirl circled inside her forewarning of the future destine for the Claire witch.
Oh. No.
Not now.
"You have a rival, little witch," taunted the deceased spirit.
Davina shuddered.
"You'll have to choose little witch, love or revenge. You can't have both," giggled the entity.
Davina's eyes widened and her pulse quickened.
"Darling…" began Kol with his forehead crinkled.
"I'm fine," she stated with a slight shake in her voice.
Kol raised an eyebrow at her.
"Really, I'm good," she assured him.
The spirit giggled at her as her heart soared as Kol leaned into her and resumed kissing her neck, shoulders, and lips. Davina pushed down the sinister vibes that resounded through her innards.
She should enjoy this, before she had to do what was long overdue.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun. What's Davina up to? Somebody's going to get hurt real bad. Please review and enjoy.
