I love Davina Claire. She is so awesome. I adored her. xD

Not only that, I've read few fanfics of her and I came across the pairing which was rather unusual yet understandable why. Klaus and Davina... huh. Why not? So, I read it and I find myself almost instantly got new plots already. *grin*

Soooo...

I hope you readers enjoy this plot? *hopeful*

Warning: unbeta. English is my second. ASL is my first. I'm Deaf. *peace*

I don't own Vampire Diaries nor the Original. None. Nope. Nada. *sigh sadly*

Enjoy~? :D


Little Witch's Diary

PROLOGUE

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Moss-laden bricks of grey, fitting as guards on the threshold. Behind the ancient wrought-iron gates, where rows upon rows of crumbling mounds stood various interpretations of upright, their pores bathing in light from a full moon, ailing. Porous trees hunched over most of the void spared by sickening light's expanse, plunging the rest in healthy shadow. The ground filled with piles of wet leaves, torn limbs, sprayed blood, dead corpses, and twitches organs. As millions of droplets fall from a limitless dark sky, the wind howls in a low pitch, and the flora of the bushes and trees sways in a freeform dance. Icy cold water touches upon the graveyard with survivors outside of the large ancient cream-white gothic mausoleum on the hill above the grey-stone stairs.

A beautiful figure of a young female vampire with blonde hair that was soaked wet, sticking close to her face, light blue eyes dimmed with apprehension and fear, as her pretty clothes are ruined. However, she doesn't care as she is kneeling on the wet, muddy ground while staring at the building with hopeful. "Please… please be okay…" she whispered, broken and tiny optimistic. She hopes that they were not too late.

Next to her, is an attractive-looking young man who is a hunter with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin that covered black marks, and wears dark clothes with a bloodied spikes of a dagger in his hand. His eyes glued onto the building blankly.

Not far from them, is a handsome man who has short dark hair, dark brown eyes, fair skin, and his suit is slightly messy and completely soaked from head to toe. However, his blank eyes stayed on the tomb while he is standing close to a lovely young female vampire with long blonde hair, blue-green eyes, light fair skin, and her clothes were covered with filthy and soaked by the rain. She was completely exhausted and slightly in pain while she is sitting on the wet grass without caring as she is leaning heavily on the vampire man's leg.

Not too far from them, there's another handsome vampire young man with a boyish look, dark hair, dark eyes, and wears a casual outfit that was ruined and covered with blood. He is hugging around a petite pretty female in his arms. She has black hair that has grown to her mid-back, bright green eyes, caramel-brown skin, and her clothes were only soaked. The blood was pouring from her nose which she tried to stop it. "W-where is she…?" the female asked, afraid, anxious, and nervous.

Thunder is heard from the distance as the group continues watching, waiting impatiently until a dark figure steps out of the building into the cold chilling rain. Slowly, the figure descends the stairs with a body in his arms. The winds play the body's hair through the air as the water from the sky kissing them. Almost as soon as possible, they both are completely soaked, from head to toes.

A handsome hybrid man with glowing amber eyes of a vampiric face stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He stared ahead of him emotionlessly. The blood dripping from the fingertips, landed on the wet ground.

"I-is she—?" the vampire female hesitant with frightened as her eyes widen when she stared at the body in her brother's arms. "Pl—" she choked tearfully. The hunter's hands loose as his weapon dropped on the ground with horror and denied in his eyes as he stared at the body.

The hybrid attempted to take another step forward but ended up fell on his knees loud and hard which made the other flinched. A mixture of growling and whimpers from the hybrid as his amber eyes teary. He slowly shifted his gaze down to a pale-white dead body of a hauntedly gorgeous female.

He sat on his feet, carefully moved her toward him as her cold face touch his warm chest. His right hand reached to her shakily, brushed the wet strands of hair away from her icy-cold face with blue-purple lips. The hoarse sobbing was too rough, too unfamiliar that made others speechless and unsettled.

Never have they seen such a proud, arrogant, and strong Hybrid that is now breakdown in tears filled with raw grief, sorrow, and agony. The hybrid wailed over the dead body of that once was a charming healthy alive girl. The girl he was utterly and completely in love with. The girl that brightens up his dark world. The girl who made him happy. The girl who never stops loving, caring, and living for him. The girl who was so special and one of a kind.

She is gone.

And it was too late to save her.

"No…no, no, no! Not her! Please no!" the female vampire cried out in distraught as she hunched over to the wet muddy grass. The hunter stumbled back while shaking his head incredulity and disbelieved as his eyes teary.

Tears pouring from a witch who is grieving over her dead best friend and a sister witch. The blonde vampire bawling over her dead best friend with a completely shattered heart. Two vampires are watching their brother who is weeping with such devastatingly grief-stricken tears running down. The dark-haired vampire closed his eyes and turned away while he lowered himself to wrap his arms around the sobbing vampire. While the other vampire continues hugging the heartbroken witch in his arms.

"My love—" the broken accented whimpered as the hybrid pressed his forehead against the dead girl's temple. "—our—wh-what about… what happened to— to our—" he can't breathe. "—our evermore." He whines softly and brushes his lips against his love's ice-cold cheek. "Please—please don't leave me."

In the distance of darkness and rain, a pair of shimmering metallic-violet eyes staring at the dead witch in the hybrid's arms.

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"We should have our own words."

"Yeah? You don't like Always and Forever?"

"It's not that, I meant—that kind of vow is for family. I just... I was hoping we have our own vow. Between us."

"Really, sweetheart?"

"Yes, really."

"Alright. What kind of vow do you want us to use?"

"...how about evermore?"

"Our evermore... sounds perfect, my love."