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Chapter three

The next morning

Kol groaned as he rolled over in his nice and soft comfy bed snatching up the screaming cell phone so rudely awoken him. Pressing the accept button and put it to his ear. "What?" He growled not caring who was on the other end of the line. They deserved it. He liked his sleep.

"That is not how you greet your older brother...brother," came Nik's smooth drawl sounding as if he had his five cups of coffee.

"What do you want?" He said plopping his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes.

"I just wanted to check in to see how everything is going," Nik said casually.

"I haven't made it to Denver yet," He said. "Stopped to get a bite to eat." He said which was practically the truth.

"What is taking so bloody long for you to get there?" Nik growled.

"Oh I don't know," Kol said sarcastically. "Perhaps, its due to the bloody place being on the other side of the country and you know I don't fly. Those airplanes or whatever you call them don't have my interest."

"Well I need to know the whereabouts of the youngest Gilbert," Nik said. "I need to know about all my enemies."

"You wouldn't have to if you did not keep making them," Kol said. "And you're about to make another one if you don't let me go back to sleep. It is freaking..." Kol glanced at the clock. "6 in the morning here."

"Well you can't get nothing done if you are laid up in the sack all day," Nik chuckled. "Best get a move on then."

"You are right," Kol said ending the call before tossing the phone on the bed table only to turn over falling back to sleep.

Several hours, a shower, and some blood later, Kol walked along the French Quarter taking in the sights. It was totally different with the sun out. The locals were standing about sell their dues to raise a living. Kol snatched up an apple then handing the vendor a couple of dollars for his take taking a bite out of the fruit. He was not big on human food, but he did love his apples.

Kol was wondering how he would handle Denver as he had no plans to leave anytime soon. As he was finishing up his apple tossing the core into a nearby can, he spotted Marcel standing and talking to the barkeep who had served him the previous night and smirked. If Marcel was here then he was not at the church meaning he could have a chance to speak to Davina again before he left.

Soon enough, Kol was rounding the corner that led to the church and he could sense that he was not alone on the street as placed a hand on the gate to open it.

"Stop right there!"

Kol turned to see a young guy standing there with his arms crossed daring Kol to take another step. Shrugging him off, Kol pushed the gate open walking through only for the guy to flash forward in front of him stopping him from moving forward.

"This church is off limits," The guy says.

"Let me guess," Kol said looking him up and down knowing he could take the guy down in less than two seconds. "Another baby vamp who doesn't have any manners."

"You need to leave," The guy warned.

"And you seem to have some balls," Kol said as a threatening tone entered his voice. "It will be a shame for me to squash them so early in the day."

"Like you can," He pushed stepping closer making Kol roll his eyes.

"You don't want to know what I can do, Lad," Kol whispered his eyes glinting deadly as he was quickly becoming annoyed with the kid in front of him. "Is that anyway to speak to your elders? I have half the mind to show you how? I suggest you let me by or I will kill you without blinking as I have many years on you. Make one move. I dare you." Not wasting any more time, Kol stepped around the annoying vampire making his way up to the doors entering the church. He ducked when he felt something whiz by his head crashing into the wall. Kol looked to see watch the object was. A vase or more like was one as it laid in broken fragments on the floor.

"I come in peace," He yelled holding up his hands. "Do I need to wave a white flag?"

"Sorry!"

Kol looked up to see Davina hurrying down the aisle towards him with an apologetic smile on her face which dropped at the sight of his face.

"Let me guess," Davina said bitterly. "Another bodyguard?"

"I am no one's bodyguard," Kol defended quickly.

"A spy for Marcel then?" Davina questioned. "Or coming to narc on me again?"

"Narc?" Kol asked as he was not used to today's wordings.

"To tell on me?"

"He needed to know," Kol tried to reason with her. "In case if they were to track you here and try again."

"Yeah just for another reason for..." Davina's voice trailed off her eyes closed and her face paled as her breathing picked up.

"Davina?" Kol noticed her sudden change taking a step closer to her as she became unsteady on her feet and the annoying vampire from before came bursting into the church.

"Davina!" He hurried to her side. "What's wrong?"

"Someone is doing magic," She said her eyes opening only to be glassy. "In the Quarter… Josh…" She gasped as her legs gave away as he caught her.

"What is going on?" Kol demanded. "What's wrong with her?" He didn't like how deathly pale she was.

"She can sense magic," Josh explained. "And sometimes it can overload her depending on how powerful it is." Josh lifted her up in arms carrying her up a flight of stairs with another word. Kol followed him up to a room at the top, stopping at the door since he had no permission to be in her room.

"I can't invite you in," said Josh as he laid her on the bed. "Only she can do that. I need to call Marcel and the reception in here sucks so I will have to downstairs to call."

"Are you her boyfriend?" asked Kol curiously as he watched the young vampire care for the girl as she was the most precious thing.

"Boyfriend?" He chuckled then shook his head. "No. I don't swing for her kind."

"What's wrong with her?" Kol asked.

"Nothing," Josh said. "I… um...like...guys." He confessed nervously.

"Nothing wrong with that," Kol shrugged watching as the kid's shoulders sagged in relief. "So you don't have to worry about any judgment from me."

"That is good know," He sighed then looked at Davina's sleeping form. "I haven't known her long, but I see her as my little sister. But I really need to let Marcel know. So excuse me." Josh nodded as he walked past him down the stair out of sight.

Davina opened her eyes to see the ceiling staring down at her. She gasped as she sat up looking around for Josh. "Josh?"

"He is gone, Darling."

Davina turned following the voice to see Kol standing outside her door. "Where did he go?"

"To get Marcel." Kol answered. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Magic," She said swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Someone was doing magic in the quarter."

"That's the French Quarter Love," Kol said sitting down on the step in front of the door. "It is filled with witches."

"Yes," Davina nodded. "But they are not allowed to do magic in the Quarter. Marcel made it against the law."

"Why would Marcel do that? And what happens when they break the law?" Kol asked.

"He kills them," She answered simply as if it was no problem at all leaving Kol stunned.

"You don't have a problem with him killing your kind?" Kol questioned wanting to understand because he had never heard of such a thing. Witches usual stuck together.

"No," Davina said looking to the ground while she swung her legs back and forth. "They deserve it."

Kol turned his body fully around to look at the girl as if she had grown another head. "Why do they deserve it?" He felt compelled to ask.

"Because they are liars," She said weakly as if her voice was to break, but Kol sensed there was more to the story. "Why do you care what happens to them?" She asked breaking through his thoughts.

"I actually hold witches with high esteem." He answered pursing his lip as if he was thinking about something. "I was a witch before I turned."

"Really?" Davina asked with interest. "You can come in by the way."

"Now why would you do that, Darling?" He smirked raising an eyebrow.

"Because sitting on the floor like that can't be all that comfortable," She rolled her eyes.

"This means I can come in anytime I want," Kol said standing up feeling completely at ease in her presence. "Which means I can kill you if I wanted to."

"You won't," She said simply.

"How can you be so sure of that?" He smirked as he stepped inside.

"Because you came back to see me which means you like me," Davina chuckled as he did the same.

"Well it would be a shame if the world lost someone as beautiful as you Love," He said watching proudly as her cheeks turned a rosy pink at his compliment also watching her lips form a shy smile. Those soft lips that have been forever burned in his mind as he thought about them the night before as he struggled to fall asleep due to those thoughts.

"Stop it," She said shaking her head looking to the floor once more. "So you were a witch?" She asked trying to change the subject.

"I was," He nodded as he looked around the attic taking in his surroundings. There was a large mirror standing in the corner with a chair in front of it, a large bed filled the center, a bookcase filled with many books and a corner filled with an easel with a canvas on it. There were many canvases filled with many different subjects. "My magic was taken from me when I was turned. Nothing ever really filled the void of it."

"You loved it," Davina said getting up as he walked around the room a curious look in his eyes. It reminded her of a little boy with a new find except this little boy was hot as hell and did not once feel guilty for taking one sweet sweep of his frame. She was a seventeen-year-old girl after all and she did have eyes and for once she was thankful.

"I did," He admitted as he pointed at the easel. "May I? He asked politely.

"Go ahead," Davina permitted as she followed him around to look at her current painting.

Kol was not prepared for what he saw. He expected something full of life, but not this. There was a picture of a cemetery, one that looked awfully familiar, and large flames painted in bright oranges and yellows with streaks of red painted as if it was blood dripping down it. It was a sign of pain and anger..a lot of anger. He made a mental note not to piss her off anytime soon or ever. "What did they lie to you about?" He asked walking away from the painting going past her dropping down on the bed looking up at her.

"The Harvest Ritual," She said as a smolder of anger entered her voice. Kol didn't say anything as she took a seat next to him and he got another view of her blue eyes. He wanted to get that color and paint it to the ceiling so he could fall asleep looking at it. "It was supposed to be this big honor for my coven, but it was just so that they would get more power."

"The French Quarter witches have some of the world's most powerful witches," Kol said. "Why would they need more power?"

"Exactly," Davina nodded. "Apparently what they have is not enough for them. The ritual is supposed to renew the power. They prepared us for weeks."

"What does it take for the ritual to be completed?"

"I have to die," She answered making Kol sit up completely straight as he racked his brain that had too many years of witch knowledge. "That night… were led out like princesses and knew exactly what to expect… except for the part on how we were put to sleep by slicing our throats. They were not putting us asleep they were slaughtering us."

"What about your parents?" Kol asked leaning forward placing his elbows on his knees. "Why didn't they try to stop it?"

"My father was never in the picture," Davina answered. "And my mom…" She took a deep breath before continuing. "I cried to my mother begging her to help me and she turned away from me."

"Wait a minute," Kol said as he got up and began pacing the floor. "You mean the ritual that is supposed to be done everything 300 years?"

"Yep."

"They still do that?" Kol asked incredulously. "I thought it was outlawed...Hell, we outlawed it."

"Why was it outlawed?" Davina asked.

"Because it doesn't work," Kol explained. "My family created this town and we allowed people to make a home here. One night we heard of this event that was supposed to be taking place involving children and we were there the night it happened and we were horrified. My siblings and I maybe monsters but not even we can think of harming children and these were young children too. They were supposed to come back to be reborn and they never did. We all agreed that these were senseless killings and outlawed it. We warned the coven if we ever did hear of such an act again that we would kill the entire coven."

"Well apparently they didn't get the memo," Davina sighed. "Because this last harvest happened three months ago."

"Where does Marcellus come into all this?" Kol asked as he thought back as far as he could. Marcellus had just been a small child at that time and Nik didn't turn him for years afterward.

"Marcel?" Davina asked raising an eyebrow. "Marcel heard about the ritual from a local priest that used to reside here and intervened. He and his group took out many of the witches that were there that night...including my mother. I tried to get away, but there was a man holding me captive and when I saw Marcel I felt my fight return. He killed the guy and that when he took me in." She said lowering her eyes to the floor.

"Don't be ashamed," Kol muttered taking his seat beside her once again. "You wanted to live. There is no wrong in that Davina Claire." Kol reached up slowly wiping at a lone tear that made its way down her cheek before moving to push her soft locks behind her ear as their eyes locked. Davina could feel the air leave her lungs as she tried to think of something say, but Kol was having his own struggle. He could have sworn that felt his heart actually do a flip in his chest as feeling that knocked him off guard. He looked down at the bed before laying back and wiggled around as if he was trying to get comfy.

"You know I like this bed," He said looking at her.

"You do?" She smiled.

"I do. It is very comfortable." Kol muttered. "I think I will take this bed and you can have the one in my hotel. It feels like rocks compared to this."

"You can't have my bed," Davina said giggling at bit at his silliness.

"But I want it," Kol pouted making Davina roll her eyes.

"Nope," She said shaking her head "I don't like sharing my bed."

Kol raised an eyebrow at her words before a smirk came to his face. "That's because you never shared it with me."

Davina's jaw dropped as she did not have a comeback for that because she wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Mikaelson..."

The sudden voice made them both turn to see Marcel standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and Davina could see Josh standing behind him wearing an amused look much different than the look Marcel was wearing.

Uh oh...Papa Marcel is not happy is he? Sorry if you were hoping for a kiss in this chapter...but it just didn't happen. Things have to happen first before that does. Thanks for reading and the next chapter will be coming soon.

RJ