THE ROAD TO MY UNDOING

CHAPTER 2 - BAD DREAMS

He is so angry, no, he is furious. He continues the assault on Mikael who remains in agony on the floor at my feet. Snapping out of the shock of Kol running to my rescue, I move from where Mikael was holding me and turn to stand at his side. Relenting, Kol pauses for just a split second to see Mikael's reaction and with a flash, he's gone.

'Are you okay, love?'

His eyes are sweeping over me looking for any sign of injury, concern etched in them. I nod, not really knowing what to say. I'm rarely at a loss for words but I feel in a state of shock at finding out Mikael has Josh and Aiden held captive God-knows-where. As ever, Kol is quick to pick up on my emotions.

'What did he say to you Davina?'

'He… He's got Josh and Aiden somewhere. He wants the white oak stake Kol, and if I don't get it for him by tomorrow I don't know what he's going to do to them'

He puts his arm around me and leads me over to Marcel's couch. Sitting me down and crouching on the coffee table in front of me, he takes hold of my hands and looks me directly in the eyes. How can I not trust him when he is this way with me? He instils such confidence and a calm that I have never felt with anyone else – not even Marcel.

'Davina, we will get them back. Klaus has the stake but we will find a way. Josh will be okay. I promise you'

And I believe him.

I wake up to darkness and the sound of whispered conversation nearby. Reality dawning on me that I have no idea where I am, I almost fall off the bed in my haste to get out. The door in front of me creaks open and the voice I hear is familiar.

'Ah, the sleeping beauty awakens. Feeling better, darling? I didn't think I would be able to get you off me, every time I went to put you to bed, you clung to me even tighter' looking very smug with himself, Kol continues to walk toward me wearing dark blue jeans and a cream, long sleeved button up.

'What time is it?'

'You haven't been asleep all that long, it's only 4am'

'So why are you awake?'

'And pass up the chance to watch you whilst you dream of me? Never, darling!'

'Stop joking around Kol, how did you know where I was last night?'

The most fleeting look of embarrassment flashes in Kol's eyes at my question, but his face remains poker straight.

'Well seeing as you refused my offer Davina, I thought I would come to you and see if I could sway your decision. I knew you would be at Marcel's as he was at the compound, and I know you hate that mouldy old attic, and poof there I was. Good job I came, too, by the looks of it'

I glower at him and he chuckles.

'I would have handled it'

'Didn't look that way love, in fact, if I was a mere five minutes later I was afraid you would be nothing but witch dust'

Smiling tentatively at him, I know he understands the thank you I portray him with my eyes.

'You're welcome darling, it was my turn to play the knight'

Giggling, I walk towards him to make my way out of his bedroom, but he stops me as I arrived in front of him. Tenderly taking hold of my wrist, he plays with the simple silver chain that we had crafted together. For the short time that our eyes meet, I allow myself to become lost in the blue sea of emotions playing like a movie in kol's pupils. Although so very different, we are so alike. I know that he wants me to be afraid of him, yet the fact that I'm not intrigues him no end and I know that he is the one scared of me. I know enough about him to know that he has never had a true emotional tie to a girl before, except Rebekah and perhaps his mother at one stage. The fact that Kol cares for me, worries for me, and wants to protect me; well that frightens him beyond belief. No words are exchanged between us and yet they don't need to be, everything is spoken through that short time spent gazing into each other's eyes. A flash of discomfort traces his delicate features and he clears his throat, clearly battling with the emotions he is facing.

'Davina you don't need to leave, love. Its 4am and I am not letting you wander off again with daddy dearest out on the prowl. You can go back to sleep for a while, then when you wake we will discuss our next move'

Pointing to the bed with a look of authority plastered all over his face, how can I refuse? Will I ever be able to say no to this volatile Original? I do as I'm told, obviously, and stride over to the bed. Heaving myself on top of the smooth satin sheets I tug a thick faux fur throw up to my belly button, and I suddenly realise how dead tired I am. Giving in, I grasp at a last glimpse at his arrogant face and fall into a deep slumber.

He is staring at me with those crystal blue eyes, boring into my head, into my soul. I can feel my heart retaliate and send my pulse soaring. He must hear that, right? Right. He strides slowly towards me like a predator stalking its prey, but I am not afraid. I can never be afraid of him, he will never hurt me. He stands in front of me and all I want to do in that moment is put my arms around him and never let go. My breathing hitches in my throat and my brain begins to cloud. He knows the effect he is having on me because his lips twitch to that cheeky yet charming smirk I love so much. His lips… Oh God those lips… I think I might pass out. I flicker back to his eyes and to my horror they have changed. No longer the beautiful blue eyes I could stare into for eternity, his eyes are dark and menacing and focused on the throbbing artery in my neck.

'No, no…'

But I trust him, he would never hurt me.

'Just one taste sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for centuries… just one taste…'

He leans closer to my neck, his lips tracing the blood vessel along my now clammy skin. I know what he wants and whilst I know it isn't right, I know he would never hurt me. Giving in, I nod to give my permission and I see his empty dark eyes glitter in excitement. Gently, he licks the skin covering my bulging artery before piercing it with his razor sharp fangs. It feels euphoric; I allow my eyes to roll back and close in ecstasy and my pulse rages even faster. This excites him no end, clenching onto my neck with his free hand a low growl escapes his throat and he holds my wilting body to the wall with such force I think I may fall through. It's starting to hurt. He is becoming more and more excited as I begin to struggle, the light starts to dim and I can see spots before my eyes.

'Don't fight me Davina, you trust me don't you…'

My head is spinning and I feel so cold. The darkness becomes light, so much light…

'Davina…'

Is this what it feels like to die? I give myself over because I have no strength to fight.