This was bad. This was very bad. Kol didn't even stop to think about the impact the spell could have on a person. She was never supposed to use it.

He looked at the girl on the bed. He spent the last couple of weeks with her or maybe it was less? No, it must have been more. Time on the other side was so screwed up! He came to quite like her. He didn't like the guilt he was experiencing at that moment and he just knew it was going to ruin his revenge. Before he died he would just leave the girl to suffer or even pack her up with him. A witch was always useful.

But he already died and he knew that the other side wasn't going to be there forever. He knew that if he were to die, he would truly end up in hell and he really didn't fancy that. The girl was his lifeline on the other side. Now, it seemed their roles had been reversed.

"Nik let me go." He heard his sister on the other side of Marcel's phone. "But I have to leave town. Tonight. I thought I would say goodbye."

"Then you should probably come to the church. Kol is here."

"What?" He could hear her voice skip. Oh, how sweet! Now she cares? For how long? The next five minutes?

"Now, Marcellus, who said I want to see her?" He couldn't stop the words from coming out, knowing Bekah would be able to hear him.

"Kol! Is it really you? How?"

"Apparently he tricked Davina into letting him hitch the ride to the land of the living."

Kol had a nasty comeback for that but decided to focus his attention on the witch in from of him. Something had to be done about this and fast or the poor girl would be dead for good. It troubled him more than it should. He decided it was just an after effect of coming back to life. Because he didn't care about anyone. They would just disappoint him, even his own family couldn't love him, why would someone else and why should he? He didn't.

At least, that was what he told himself but deep down he knew it was all lies. And he already cared about Davina. The only question was how much because he stopped trying to figure out the reason why a long time ago. He might look into it once he had time, but he had to prioritise.

He really needed some time alone to figure out his thoughts. However, he didn't have the luxury of that unless he wanted Davina to die. That link was never meant to be one sided. If she were a vampire, it would have bought her some time. This way, there was no turning back. The decision needed to be made. He will either binds himself to her in the next two hours or she will die.

"Marcel, I need some ingredients to break the link." He said all of a sudden.

Marcel stopped mid sentence. God knows what he was saying. Not that Kol cared.

"What? And leave you her with her?"

"Do you have any idea how dangerous the spell was, Marcellus?" Kol said in a mocking voice as he looked him in the eye, trying to make him see how dangerous exactly it was without actually telling him. And fortunately, Marcel could read between the lines. The fear that settled on his features told Kol as much.

"Rebekah? I have to go." Marcel hung up on her. Not even waiting for a reply. "What do you need?"

'You to get out.' So Kol gave him a list of ingredients used in a cloaking spell. It put enough items on the list but it also wasn't a harmful spell.

He waited until Marcel was far enough gone that he couldn't hear him. Kol knew what the girl needed to survive. She needed to be fully linked to him. He would need to give up a lot for her unless he wanted her to hate him completely. He could still complete the link and take Davina to wherever he wanted but that sounded too much like a Nik thing to do. He didn't want to be compared to his brother. He lost too much to him. None of his siblings would side with him, to help him stand up to Nik. He was becoming Mikael recently, the one thing he never wanted to. Serves him right, he supposed.

He could let her die. All he had to do was leave. Just get up and walk away to wherever he wanted. Two more hours and the girl would be gone. It was easy and didn't even come close to some of the things he had done in his previous years on this earth.

However, all he really wanted was to be loved and accepted. To have something that was exclusively his and something he didn't have to share. Davina would be his, his little witch that hated his siblings. He might sacrifice a bit of his freedom but that didn't really matter. He only needed to be around sporadically. He might have to stay in town but he won't be forced to be glued to her hip.

The prospect of a Claire witch at his disposal was very enticing and it would make his future plans much easier. And if he was going to get his deserved revenge, Davina was the best protection on the market. He underestimated the Gilberts once; he wasn't going to do that again.

He was finding more and more excuses for completing the link, rationalising his behaviour but the simple truth was that he didn't want her to die. He couldn't imagine a world without her in it. He couldn't let her die. That was not an option for him. And this attachment he felt from the first moment he saw her was getting stronger and stronger. It wasn't natural, that much he knew. Whatever was happening to them, he needed to find out. And put a stop to it.

But before he could do that, there was a link to be completed.

He positioned himself next to her and moved his hand to her cheek making sure he never lost contact with her skin. He didn't need to cause her more pain. He didn't even need to concentrate much and he was in her head. After all, it was a parlour trick for a vampire, let alone an Original.

He found her by a lake sitting on a wooden jetty. Her legs swinging from the sides and splashing the water lightly. The sun made her hair look auburn and light up her face in the red and pink colours of the setting sun.

"Hello, darling." He said as he approached her, "Didn't know you were such a romantic."

She turned around to see him startled: "What are you doing in my head?!"

The moment she saw him, her features changed as she became angry. Well, furious would be more accurate to what she was feeling. He was a Mikaelson!

"Well, as it turns out, I am here to save you." He smirked.

"I don't need your help!" She was stubborn and didn't bow down to him. At least, he won't be bored. Davina was a lot of things but dull was not one of them.

"Since you are dying. I would say you need me."

"Dying? I am not dying!"

"Aren't you? Well then maybe I am not even here and you are just hallucinating."

"Why am I so drawn to you?" She asked all of a sudden as she stepped closer. "You are a Mikaelson. Your entire family used me over and over again. You came out of nowhere and I blindly followed you like a lost puppy. I spilled my secrets to you the day we met. I told you things no one else knew. It's not just the link I created. I felt so safe. I know I shouldn't trust you, but I do. I can feel the pull here, I am more aware of it and I should want to be as far away as I possibly can, but I don't want to. Why?"

Her voice was almost a whisper and she was voicing his own concerns.

"I don't know." He said as he stretched out his right hand to caress her cheek. "But I will find out. You have my word."

She smiled back at him.

"Now, for the link …"

Across from that fated church in the French Quarter stood a teenage girl. To everyone, this girl was known as Abigail, a cute blond harvest girl. But the soul inside was much older than the teenage girl who's body she inhabited.

The girl frowned. Davina Claire was not supposed to be on the Other side, she was supposed to be with the ancestors the entire time. And she certainly wasn't supposed to meet Kol let alone bring him back from the dead like she did.

She had a clear plan. Kol would have joined her and Finn before the Other side would collapsed. But now he was an abomination once again. And she wouldn't be able to use Davina Claire anymore. She wouldn't be able to convince her to abandon her vampire friends and she definitely wouldn't be able to break the link that foolish girl created.

All of this forced her to act sooner than she thought. She wanted to put her children into new bodies before she killed the child but whoever was messing up her plans was standing in the way. She had the girl lined up to be the killer. Convinced the ancestors to drive the girl mad, but it would seem whoever was drawing Kol and Davina together was trying to protect the child by doing so.

"Mother? What are we to do?" A slender man with dark complexion and groomed beard approached her.

"Not to worry, Finn. I have to but adjust the plans a bit. I will not let Dahlia touch any of you." She turned to the man and caressed his cheek as a mother would to a child.

A/N: How do you like it? Be sweethearts, and let me know :-)