*Per usual first part is from the show
"You should know better than to sneak up on me," Davina said as Marcel walked toward her.
"I wasn't sneaking, just... haven't talked to you in a while."
"What do you want, Marcel?"
"Look," Marcel said, "I know you've been going through a hard time, holed up in here ever since Kol died, trying to bring him back..."
"What do you care? You hated him anyway."
"I didn't hate him- I just didn't much like him. And, to be honest, I didn't really like him for you, you know? I can be a little protective."
Davina laughed.
"Yeah, understatement of the year."
Davina thought about how much her bottom hurt after her last encounter with Marcel's protectiveness. She grimaced and continued walking around the tomb, looking for spell ingredients.
"You know," she said, "even though I appreciate you saving me from Eva, you never once bothered to ask me how I felt after Kol died."
Davina crushed a pouch of sage in first.
"And even after all the crazy things I've been through, that was the worst. That's when I needed you most."
Marcel zipped in front of Davina and put his hand on her shoulder.
"You're right. I'm truly sorry that I wasn't there for you. But, we have a problem—Klaus," he said.
Davina laughed again.
" So what else is new?"
Marcel took a deep breath.
"Kol told me you guys were working on a weapon you could use against him. Rebekah heard it was a dagger, one that would work even on Klaus. I need to know if you finished it," he said.
Davina pushed against Marcel and walked towards the other end of the tomb.
"And what if we did?" She said.
"Look, D, nobody in this city is safe with this witch Dahlia coming around. Now Klaus is off the rails, and he won't trust anyone, and he won't share the one weapon that will take down this witch. If things go south, that dagger might come in handy."
Davina stomped her foot.
"Kol gave me that dagger for my protection. I'll be the one that decides if it gets used," Davina said, "now I have to get back to work."
Davina found another pouch of sage and dropped it into the pot in front of her. As she reached for the second ingredient, Marcel zipped in front of her.
"D… I wasn't asking," he said.
"Oh, so you were begging then?" Davina smiled until Marcel returned his hand to her shoulder.
"I wasn't begging either. Davina, bring me the dagger now. I need it, and it is too dangerous for you to have."
"Too dangerous? Too dangerous? I was the one who helped make it!" Davina shoved Marcel's hand away and began chanting. Marcel put his hands on his head as he fell to the ground.
"You forget how powerful I am," Davina said. She motioned her hand, and Marcel rose back from the ground. He shook his head.
"I don't forget how powerful you are, D. I think you forget that you're young, and you still need guidance. Now that I think about it, I'm glad you had Kol to help you make that dagger. Even though I'm no fan of the guy, I know that he was old, and he knew his magic and the side effects of that magic. You don't. And now that Kol is gone, you need me more than ever to protect you," Marcel said.
Davina turned away and wiped the tears from her cheek.
"You don't get to talk about Kol."
"Fine. But give me the dagger. This is the last time I am going to tell you to give it to me."
"And this is the last time I am going to tell you that it's my dagger."
Marcel zipped in front of Davina and looked her in the eye.
"I believe that you keeping that dagger is putting your life in serious danger. Once Klaus finds out it exists, which he certainly will, he will come after the person who has it. I will not allow that person to be you," Marcel said.
Davina laughed.
"Let it be me! Saves me the trouble of having to go find him myself."
Marcel's fangs sprung out and his hands balled into fists.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I will not watch you do things that will lead to your death. I love you too much. How can I make you realize that? Would you have allowed Kol to do something to help you if you knew he was likely going to die because of it? Would you have been able to live with that?"
Marcel retracted his fangs and inhaled deeply once he saw a tear escape from Davina's face.
"I'm sorry, Marcel. It's just I – I"
"It's okay, D. You don't need to finish."
Marcel and Davina embraced in a hug.
"Now, please give me the dagger," Marcel said.
Davina walked back from Marcel and was struck of memories of her and Kol making the dagger together. Tears continued to fall from her face.
"No, Marcel. Sorry, I still can't. It would feel like I'm betraying Kol."
Marcel took a deep breath. He had to get through to her and get the dagger.
"Okay, Davina. Like I said earlier, if I don't do something to get the dagger from you I'll feel like I'm betraying you and myself. So you have a choice. You can either do the easy thing and give me the dagger, or you can remember the last promise I made you and you can pull yours pants and underwear down."
"What?"
"You heard me, D."
Davina stood speechless, waiting for Marcel to seize forward to make good on his promise of spanking her bare bottom if she did something dangerous, but he remained where he stood. Davina looked at her spell ingredients.
"Feel free to spell me if that makes you feel better, D," Marcel said. "It won't make a difference. After I learned that you and Kol made the dagger behind my back, I decided I wasn't going to force you to obey me anymore. You can always go behind my back or spell me, and I'm not going to carry a lobelia flower around for when you need to be disciplined. I need you to be safe, but in order for you to be truly safe, you need to take some responsibility for yourself. So either give me the dagger or prepare yourself to be punished for putting yourself in harm's way," Marcel said.
Davina shook her head and Marcel sighed.
"You know I'm a vampire and that vampires live forever, right? I can wait all day for you to decide which option you're going with, but please make it easier on the both of us and just give me the damn dagger."
Davina stared at Marcel and seriously considered spelling him, but she knew that he was stubborn just like her. He would sit there, writhe in pain, for however long it took for her to give in. She imagined herself in the same position as her last spanking and shuddered. She turned to take the dagger from its hiding spot to give to Marcel, but flashes of Kol stopped her. She fumbled with the button of her jeans and started crying.
"Why can't you just let me be, Marcel? Can't you see I need this? I need to use the dagger to get revenge on Klaus for all that he has done to me."
Marcel walked to Davina and wiped her tears away.
"D, I promise I'm going to help you get Kol back, but how would Kol feel if you allowed yourself to be killed by Klaus while he was gone?"
"Please, please don't make me give you the dagger. It's all of Kol I have left," Davina said as Marcel stroked her hair.
Marcel didn't say anything as he continued to comfort Davina until she stopped crying. Then he backed away and looked at her expectedly.
Davina blushed and fumbled again with her jeans button.
"Can you please do – do it?" She asked.
Marcel shook his head. "I said I wasn't going to force you, and I mean it. You need to take some responsibility for your actions, D. If you won't give me the dagger, you need to accept the spanking so I know that you'll at least think wholeheartedly before doing anything dangerous with it."
Davina blushed. She took a deep breath, which felt like tear gas invading her throat, and thrust per pants down in front of Marcel.
"Underwear too," He said.
Another tear escaped Davina's face as she put two fingers into her underwear. She wanted to beg Marcel to reconsider, but she also wanted to prove to Marcel that she was responsible enough to handle the dagger. She closed her eyes, and thrust her underwear down. She heard Marcel call out to her to come to him, but she refused to open her eyes. She felt deeply ashamed and all of her failures the past month piled on her. She thought about how she couldn't save Kol from his death and started crying. Her hands fell limp to her side, and she couldn't decide whether to cover her privates or wipe her tears.
She felt a touch, but it wasn't the sting of the belt. Instead, it was Marcel gently pulling her underwear up.
"I love you, Davina, and I care about you. It's going to be okay," he said.
"But what about my punishment?" She asked.
"I'm going to do it on your underwear this time. I know you're in a lot of pain already, and I can only add to it so much. You know this isn't easy for me right?"
Davina nodded, and without coaching from Marcel, bent over one of the tables in the tomb.
Marcel took a deep breath and raised his hand against her bottom.
SLAP!
Davina blinked. The pain was intense, but it did not seem as sharp as the belt.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Davina finally realized that Marcel was spanking her with his hand. The tenderness of Marcel's mercy made her cry harder than the pain.
Marcel went on to spank her another twenty times. He worried that he wasn't being harsh enough and was trying to force himself to pull out his belt to finish the spanking when Davina began speaking.
"The dagger is behind the skull in the right corner," she choked out between sobs.
Marcel gently pulled Davina's pants up and embraced her. They stayed that way for a while, both in silence, until they heard a loud knock reverberate through the tomb.
Marcel softly let Davina go and zipped in front of the tomb's door. He opened it to find a middle-aged man with a number of talismans and necklaces on his neck. The man offered his hand to Marcel.
"I'm Joel Claire," the man said, "I heard my daughter Davina is here."