So the love of my life just left me, it's been almost three months since then and I literally couldn't write about Kol and Vanessa because I had lost hope in love and I didn't want it to affect my writing or their development as a couple. What I had with him was similar to what Kolessa had, we were best friends and he understands me and accepted the darkness under the happy-go-lucky mask and the demons in my head. Like Kol and Vanessa we moved too fast and suddenly he was unsure of his feelings for me and he knows how sure I am about my love for him. Scared him away I guess. So anyway I had to skip the chapter about them and just skipped right away to the drama. Sorry for making you guys wait for eternity.

A/n: I only own my OCs

Chapter 4: Home Is Where You Are

French Quarter, New Orleans

There's something about New Orleans that made it feel like home. Perhaps it's because we were surrounded by supernatural creatures such as witches and vampires that we were the majority here instead. Perhaps it's the music and the lively streets that made us feel welcomed, that made me want to move my feet and dance under the moonlight. Perhaps because of its dark history of this town itself that attracted me, knowing that I belong here to be part of it centuries later. Or perhaps because it was Kol's home once and wherever he is, it'll always be my home too.

"Hey," Marcel's voice made me jumped as I was too absorbed with my thoughts, my fingers that were tracing the dried blood splattered on the walls of the church retracted to my side again. "How's Davina?"

"She's fine. She ate the pancake that I made," I said, and Marcel raised his eyebrow, with a teasing grin. "Fine, that I bought," I snapped, rolling my eyes and he laughed.

"Kol's with her?" Marcel asked and I hummed absentmindedly, and he chuckled. "Jealous?"

"Of a sixteen-year-old girl?" I retorted and he grinned. "A little," I admitted under my breath and he shook his head, now laughing loudly.

"Come, you can help me plan the party for tonight," he said, avoiding my attempt of hitting his arm.

"The party to scare the witches?" I asked.

"Well, what's left of them," Marcel said and I smirked, following him outside. I have no quarrel with the witches especially because Bonnie's a witch. But what they did was sick. Even Kol and I never touched children. Even we, never stooped that low.

It's been almost a week since we interrupted the so called Harvest ritual. Marcel had approached Kol asking about the Harvest but Kol couldn't confirm the truth of the ritual itself. He knew of the Harvest and to him, it did make sense but Kol had believed the four girls wouldn't be resurrected. In his knowledge, that's how sacrificial magic worked. So Kol had helped out willingly, but only after I had told him that one of the Harvest Girls was Davina Claire, descendant of Mary-Alice and the only one whose blood could open the secret workplace in La Fayette cemetery.

And I had hoped somehow Kol would care for the girl, just to prove to him that he did have a heart and it wasn't just for his own gain. But he was stubborn and wouldn't admit it, claiming to only be teaching Davina how to control the magic so that she would help him create the dagger that would work on Klaus.

Davina reminded me of my old self. When I had first become a vampire. When I was reborn into a new person. But she didn't die like I did. She was saved and was given a second chance with a great power. She's a fighter, and that's what I like about her. I wasn't one to give advice and motivation, not after I had spiraled down the dark path Kol had led me, not after I had truly embraced the darkness inside but I'd help her get through this, the right way.

I had been busy helping Marcel arranging the party for tonight, dealing with the caterers, both food and also humans and finally had the time to find myself a dress. I had chosen a long white dress for Davina, an elegant and beautiful dress that would make her look like a Goddess and a force to be reckoned with. And I was still stuck whether to choose red or royal blue dress for myself.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but she insists to talk to you," the salesgirl's voice came from behind the curtain and I reached my hand out for my phone. "Rebekah?" I asked, surprised. "What's up?"

"What's up?" she mocked my carefree tone with annoyance. "I've been trying to call you and Kol for hours!" she berated and I cringed.

"Gee Bekah, some of us have a life," I said playfully and I heard her huffed from the other line.

"Are you and Kol having a feast right now? Massacring left and right and burning down the cities?" Rebekah asked sarcastically and I laughed.

"We're fine. We're just on vacation and a little bit busy, if you know what I mean," I said and I could see her rolling her eyes.

"I need a favor," she said.

"Of course, your Highness, what can I do for you?" I asked with sarcasm.

"I need you to return to Mystic Falls."

"That's great, darling!" I heard Kol exclaimed as I climbed up the stairs to the attic. I heard Davina clapped in excitement and heard her laughed. That's a first, I thought.

"Kol, can I talk to you?" I asked him, midway in the stairs and I heard him excused himself.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked me when he saw me, his forehead crinkled with lines.

"Don't use darling with me," I snapped and he raised his eyebrow. I didn't mind him calling me darling but if he were to use 'darling' on every girl he talked to then it's better if he didn't call me those petnames. "Sorry, rough day. Rebekah called."

"I know, like a billion times," he said.

"And you just ignored her?" I asked and Kol shrugged with a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "She needs a favor," I said.

"And why should I help her?" Kol asked, crossing his arms showing his defiance. I rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"She asked us to go back home, it's important."

"Home?" Kol asked, raising his eyebrow. "Oh Nessie, you and I both know that small wretched town wasn't our home," he said firmly and I sighed.

"Just call her. She said she needed to talk to you," I said gently and after a moment, Kol nodded, finally giving in. He gave me a peck in the lips before heading downstairs to call Rebekah.

"Hey," I entered the attic with a smile. Davina was sitting at the edge of her bed, with a bouquet of roses in her hand, with a bunch of roses decorating the attic. "Wow," I said, impressed. "You can do this at my wedding," I said, surprising myself by my words.

"You're leaving?" Davina asked sharply, and my smile dropped.

"That depends on Kol. Wherever he goes, I go," I told her honestly and she looked down. "Doesn't mean we won't come back. This has been our home," I told her gently.

"Really?"

"My old home is complicated. A never ending drama revolving around my sister that I couldn't stand. I believe we choose our own family, because your real, blood related family…will always take you for granted," I said sadly.

"Hmph, tell me about it. My own mother tried to sacrifice me. The Elders that I looked up to betrayed me," she said and I could hear the wind outside started howling.

"Then you choose your own family," I said softly. "Marcel, me, Kol, we're all here for you. Vampires aren't all that bad you know," I said with a smile and she laughed a little.

"I know…"

"I, above everyone else understand what you're going through," I said, walking to her and plopping down next to her. "I was in an accident with my parents and sister. She survived, but the three of us didn't. And only I came back as a vampire. Everything was intense and overwhelming. Not just the power," I touched her hand and brought it up to her chest where her heart will be. "But also here."

"It's okay to cry, it's okay to break down. But you need to always get back up and continue to fight. You're a fighter, Davina Claire," I said, using the same line Katherine always reminded me. Her lower lip quivered and I smiled at her, brushing the single strand of her curly dark hair.

"Crying isn't a weakness. You're allowed to cry. It only showed that you've been strong for a so long that you need a break," I said and Davina started sobbing. I pulled her into a hug and stroked her back calmly, encouraging her to let it out.

"We have to go back to Mystic Falls," Kol said under the stairs and my heart skipped a beat. What could be more important to Kol than trying to finish the dagger that would work on Klaus?

"Come on, I'll show you your dress for tonight," I said, pulling out the white dress and hung it up on the closet.

"No, white dress reminds me of that night," Davina said, climbing further into her bed and hugged her knees, looking afraid.

"No, you can't be like that. Embrace it. Embrace and accept that you are the Harvest Girl. Accept the fact that you're here, more powerful than ever," I said, placing my hand on her knee and she bit her lips before finally nodding. I gave her an encouraging smile.

Davina's dress was white with silver and gold flower pattern embroidered from the chest down her waist. The sleeves were long and transparent, and there's a slit up her right thigh. It was a long silence as I braided her hair and I just watched her she fidgeting with her fingers, until she finally asked me a question.

"Do you think I'm betraying them?" she asked me meekly.

"The witches?" I asked and she nodded silently.

"I think they betrayed you," I answered shortly.

"But what if it's an obligation for me to sacrifice myself for my people?" she asked and I looked at her through the mirror.

"The Mikaelson has been my sister's enemies. Now I'm in love with one of them. I left my family to be with Kol, leaving my family behind. Did I betray them?" I asked and she was silent.

"Your own mother allowed you to be sacrificed for power," I reminded her what she said earlier. "That's betrayal, Davina. Me, I don't really care. I've spent my human life in prison, chained by my self-centered sister, and I finally found my freedom and happiness through Kol. As I said, you choose your own family."

"Sorry to interrupt girls," Kol said, leaning against the door and I threw the hairbrush at him to which he caught.

"You should apologize for eavesdropping," I corrected him and he smirked.

"I agree, darling," he said to Davina. "You choose your own family," he said as he walked towards us before pressing his lips against my forehead.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" I asked, embarrassed by the PDA.

"We have to go," he said.

"Now?" Davina and I asked simultaneously.

"I bought this beautiful red dress for tonight," I whined and he rolled his eyes.

"Can't you wait until after the party? I need both of you to be there," Davina said, giving us the puppy look and I grinned, turning to Kol. He scoffed, giving up.

"Fine," he said and Davina and I exchanged a grin.

"Now, excuse us. We're gonna get ready," I said, dragging a whiny Kol out of the attic. "What's so important that we have to leave immediately? Don't tell me Klaus burned my house already," I joked and stiffened at Kol's silence.

"Kol? Tell me my family's fine," I said and he raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you said you choose your own family," he remarked and I rolled my eyes.

"Doesn't mean I don't care about them at all," I said and he shook his head. I'll tell you on our way to Mystic Falls," he said and I pouted. "Darling, don't blame me if you're distracted at the party."

"I already am distracted. Tell me what's going on," I whined and he looked around, before taking my hand and vamp sped to our house and closed the door.

"Thanks for the warning," I said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. I watched as he burned the sage, and waved it around our room. I liked watching Kol as a warlock. There was something so pure yet dark power in him, as he still practiced his magic without his gift.

"I guess it really is important?" I asked, waiting for the smoke from the burning sage to completely waft the room. Kol had told me that sage had many properties and other than for cleansing and purification, it was also used to create a soundproof barrier for the supernatural hearing.

"What is it?" I asked and Kol looked at me for a moment, his shoulder tensed.

"There's a cure for vampirism," he finally said.