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Now I am going to warn you: some things will go along with the show and something will have a twist. It depends on how I am writing it at the time. So enough blabbing on my part. On the next venture and I hope you enjoy. I hope to have another chapter soon, but if not to anyone in the US and else where if you celebrate it: Happy Thanksgiving.

Chapter Two

"Ow..."

Davina closed her eyes as body began to ache from the roughness she had experienced from being shoved into the brick wall. She was going to be sore for the next few days and she wondered how she could keep the bite mark covered from Marcel's view.

"That looks rather nasty," He said taking a step forward. "Mind if I take a look?"

"You have already done enough," She said softly.

"That was nothing," He shrugged. "Let me look." He pressed as she rolled her eyes as nodding as she had a feeling that he would not leave the matter alone.

Davina pulled her hand away from her neck allowing the air to hit her wound causing her to wince slightly. He moved closer to her placing his hand gently on her jaw moving it slightly to to side.

"I can give you my blood to heal this right up." He said looking up into her eyes. Eyes that he could easily get addicted to.

"I can patch it up when I get back to my place," She told him as she felt him pressing something to it. "It's not far from here. I was actually on my way there when that asshole grabbed me from behind."

"I'll walk you," He suggested.

"No, I could not ask that of you," She said shaking her head. "You have already done so much tonight."

"I don't mind," He said. "There might be other vampires lurking around would could smell you blood." Glancing around as he said that.

"Alright, I see you point," She nodded. "Can I at least have your name?"

"The name is Kol Mikaelson," He answered.

"Kol Mikaelson," She repeated as if she recognized the name scanning his face closely. "As in the Original Kol Mikaelson?"

"The one and the same Darling," He answered with a smirk. "So you have heard of me?"

"I have," She nodded. "From my grandmother."

"Who might that be?" Kol asked furrowing his eyes as he didn't know anyone as of current even though he knew witches bloodlines ran for generations.

"Mary Alice Claire," She answered as Kol's smirk dropped to his knees.

"Well I'll be," He said looking her up and down. "She was fine woman and very gifted. I see you follow in her footprints."

"She had some rather nasty things to say about you that you betrayed her," Davina said remembering the stories her grandmother told her before her death several years back when she was ten.

"I didn't mean too," Kol confessed quickly as the memory of what had happen tasted like burnt bitter blood.

"Don't worry," Davina chuckled. "It happened before I was ever born and there is always two sides to every story. She said you were always reliable and helped her out in a few snags before you disappeared."

"Things happened," Kol nodded, but not sure how much he should share with her. "Well I told you my name. I think it would only be fair if I learned yours."

"Oh..duh," She blushed. "My name is Davina."

"Cool name," He smiled as he found her name only fitting for someone as beautiful as her. "Davina Claire. I like it. So your place?"

"It's this way," She nodded walking down the alley to the exit before stopping.

"What is the matter?" Kol asked from beside her.

"You know," She started. "Maybe a little bit of your blood might not be so bad."

Kol pulled his sleeve back lifting his wrist to his mouth to bite into it before extending it too her. "You know...I usually offer to take someone to dinner before offering them my blood." He joked earning a soft laugh from her. "Go on." He urged as she looked at his wrist a second feeling a bit shy. Leaning forward she wrapped her lips around the bite as she took the blood in.

The feel of her soft lips on his flesh only made him wonder what it would feel like to have them on his very own lips a thought he forced himself to push away as he pulled his wrist from her mouth, missing the feel already, watching as the bite mark disappeared leaving only the blood behind. "Much better." He said smiling satisfied.

"Thank you," She smiled softly stepping back so it would not become awkward. "Let's get out of here."

Kol nodded as he followed the little witch for several miles until the ended up in front of St. Anne's church which made him raise an eyebrow as he was expecting to walk her to her house...not here.

Davina looked around as her eyes was filled with wondrous questions as she opened the gate. It was strange that Josh was not at his post.

"What are we going here?" asked Kol grabbing her attention.

"This is where I live. You coming?" She asked. "It would be rude of me not to invite you in after all your trouble for me tonight."

"You live here? What about your parents?" Kol asked.

"It's a long story," She said looking down not really want to talk about it. "I don't want to bore you."

"You could never bore me," Kol said as he walked through the gate. "It doesn't look safe that is all."

"Oh I am safe," She chuckled rather bitterly as she entered the church. "You can enter into the church without any invite by the way. I live in the attic."

Kol didn't say anything as he followed her inside as things didn't add up in his mind. The Claire family was always a close knit kind of family almost like his own but without all the backstabbing. Surely they would not allow this young girl to live all by herself. He didn't take no more than two steps into the church before he was throw back through the door in which he came landing on his back with a painful groan. Ignoring the pain, Kol vamp speeded to feet ready to fight when he dropped his defense as his eyes landed on the offending figure.

"Marcellus?"

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Marcel demanded walking out of the church with Davina trailing close behind him.

"Leave him alone." Davina shouted.

"Do you have any idea who he is Davina?" Marcel asked turning to the girl.

"Yes," She nodded. "In fact he saved my life tonight."

"Saved your life?" Marcel asked as he crossed his arms.

"Did I say save my life?" Davina stammers as she figured out how to save herself.

"Saved her life how?" Marcel repeated the question, but this time directed to Kol. Behind Marcel, Davina was shaking her head no at Kol silently asking him not to tell.

"I saved her from a vampire trying to rip her throat out," Kol said earning a deep glare from Davina.

"Thanks a lot," She huffed before turning around walking back into the church slamming the doors behind her with a loud bang.

"She sure is a spitfire," Kol commented as he winced from the noise.

"You have no idea," Marcel chuckled as he looked back at those doors. "But seriously, what are you doing here? Are the others with you?"

"Relax...Relax," Kol said holding up his hands. "I am just passing through. I was curious of what happened to the city. And if you are talking of the others, my siblings, then no."

"When did you get out of the coffin?" asked Marcel leaning up against the frame of the building.

"A few months ago," Kol answered. "I was surprised to see that you were not around or did they utter you name. What happened? Why did they leave?"

"They didn't tell you?" asked Marcel.

"I spent the last century in a coffin," Kol said coldly. "I was only let out because they thought I would be of some use for a job. They didn't bother saying a single thing about anything other than to this or go there. When I am done with this, I don't care if I see them again for another thousand years."

"What job?" Marcel asked. "I hope it is not in my city."

"Actually I am headed to Denver," Kol said crossing her arms. "I only stopped here because I needed a break from the road and it turns out that I was in the right place for once."

"Appears so," Marcel nodded. "Even though she wouldn't have been if she would stay where is a SUPPOSED too." He said the supposed to very loudly because he suspected that she was upstairs listening to very word that was being said.

"I gave her a bit of my blood," Kol confessed. "The vampire got her pretty good."

"Where is he?" asked Marcel looking up with interest.

"He was knocked out in the alley way the last I saw," Kol said.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No," Kol shook his head. "I went to check her injuries when she unleashed on me. Quite powerful she is."

"Very," Marcel nodded smirking. "How is she?"

"Who?" Kol asked smiling wanting to hear what Marcel had to say.

"You know who," Marcel rolled his eyes.

"Rebekah?"

"Yeah," Marcel answered.

"Spoiled rotten as usual," Kol snickered. "I'm not the only who had been daggered. Nik daggered her sometime in the 20s only to let her out about six months ago. Now she is living her life as a high school student in our birthplace called Mystic Falls."

"Is she happy?"

"Who knows with her," Kol shook his head thinking about his youngest sister whom he needed to call to check in.

"Well I should get inside and handle Davina," Marcel sighed. "You are welcome to stay as long as you need too. Locals are off limits, but tourist are fair game."

"You think I need your permission to stay Marcellus?" Kol smirked. "My family did build this city."

"Only to let it burn to the ground, leaving me for dead to to build it back up again to where it is now," Marcel chuckled, but there was no humor in his words.

"That is one thing they are good at," Kol agreed. "What is the story with this one?" He pointed a finger up at the windows.

"I'm not sure if I be the one to tell you," said Marcel. "And I am not sure if I want you anywhere near her because the girl has been through hell and I will not let anyone hurt her again including you."

This only filled Kol with more questions as Marcel said good day then heading inside. Looking up at the church windows where he could see those eyes staring back at him. He decided then that Denver could wait a few more days as he suddenly had a new interest: Davina Claire and learning everything there is about her because he may have just met her but he would make damn sure nothing would happen to her not on his watch.

Welll...that was somewhat intense! Things are starting to click together, but we have far to go but at least we have the engine running now all we have to do i s drive.

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RJ.