Davina woke up to Rebekah's voice calling her out: "Davina! Wake up! Come on!"
She reluctantly opened her eyes. She didn't really want to deal with her. She needed to talk to Kol. She could still remember their conversation and the spell she did in her sleep. And more importantly, what that meant.
"What?" She asked groggily.
"Where is he? Where is Kol?" Rebekah asked her frantically. It was just her and Rebekah. Kol was gone. Her eyes scanned the room for any kind of evidence of his presence hoping he left at least something. But there was not even a note. Nothing to be found.
"I don't know. He was carrying me here before I passed out." Davina remembered the dream she had about Kol. He helped her to complete the link and then she woke up. That was it. There was nothing else. Or maybe… She had to try really hard to remember the bits and pieces that were missing. It was as if she was looking at the dream from such a distance, she couldn't see properly. She could barely remember the anger she felt towards him. Now that she was awake, she just accepted him the way he was. Mikaelson and all. She felt drawn to him in the dream as well but for some reason she questioned it. Like it was something bad, something unnatural. But it couldn't have been, because what she had with Kol felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"Where would he go?" Rebekah asked, but the question wasn't really directed at Davina, so she didn't bother to answer. She had more pressing issues. She desperately needed to find more information about the binding spell. She needed to figure out what exactly she did. Kol wasn't around and he seemed tight-lipped about the entire situation. The only other source of information would be the witches of New Orleans. The same witches that sacrificed her, the same witches she fought all these months and, more importantly, the same witches with a link to the ancestors that made their feelings very clear.
She might have to risk going back. Just the thought of it made her sick and made her reconsider. Kol was her only other source of information. And she will get what she wants. She will be strong and she will show them all! She was pushed around enough! If they think they can stop her, or control her, they will have another thing coming. She will be stronger than ever before. She won't need anyone to protect her. She will protect her loved ones instead. After all, it shouldn't be that hard since she didn't have that many of them.
Marcel's arrival interrupted her musings. He ran into the room at vampire speed and stopped only when he saw that Davina was conscious. That was also when he noticed Rebekah. However, Kol was nowhere to be found.
"He didn't need any of this, did he?" Marcel asked anger clear on his face.
"What?" Davina asked, quite intrigued about the excuse Kol used to get Marcel out.
Marcel handed her the ingredients and his eyes were watching her every move, making sure that she really was alright and wasn't about to faint again. Davina took one look at the items in front of her and had to suppress a laughter. Kol really was clever. The items put together were designed for a simple cloaking spell. Every teenager wanted to learn that. She had first used it as a nine-year-old to hide her journal.
"It's for a cloaking spell." She said finally, silently congratulating herself for keeping a straight face. "He probably wanted to be alone. I am pretty sure he managed to fix whatever was happening to me."
"Why would he?" Marcel asked her, still very angry, "Davina, what really happen between you two? That guy doesn't care about anyone!"
"That guy is my brother!" Rebekah stepped into the conversation getting as angry as he was.
"Yeah, should we mention any other brothers? They are same assholes." Davina just watched. This was what love was? She knew he cared about Cami but the girl he really wanted was Rebekah. It had always been Rebekah. And from what she understood, he was Rebekah's great love as well. So, how could they talk to each other that way? They were fighting over nothing.
She didn't want to think about a future that could hold a similar relationship for her.
In a small town near New Orleans, Kol finally arrived at his destination. He didn't trust any of the witches in the French Quarter. Any one of them could be behind all of this. He was happy to be back and he was going to bloody enjoy it. And eventually he would get his revenge but at this moment, he needed to figure out, who was doing all of this.
He needed to know why they were drawn to each other. It must have been magic because he knew he should care to find out, but something was telling him not to. That it didn't matter.
He knocked on a door of a completely ordinary looking house. One would expect a trophy wife to live in one of those, he knew better. The door opened and a slender blond woman in her forties came face to face with Kol.
"Can I help you?" she asked as she looked him up and down.
"Why, yes love," He smirked at her. "My name is Kol Mikaelson."
She paled all of a sudden and her eyes widened. Her breathing became shallow and her heart resembled that of a hummingbird. She was scared. Good, his reputation didn't die with him.
"I … I don't know anything. I … I am … sure you can …" She started stuttering. Her family betrayed him to Klaus once and he ended up daggered for it. The family might have stopped actively using magic, but the stories hadn't died down. They all feared his revenge for that betrayal. If there was something he hated more than anything, it was those daggers.
"Easy, love. We both know what blood runs in those delicious veins of yours."
"Please, I have children and I …" He must have been one hell of a scary bedtime story. Kol had always been used to the anger. Anger at the witches for having what he couldn't, anger at his siblings for always overlooking him, anger at all the women only ever seeing a pretty face, anger at the world. This shouldn't have been different. Her insipid moaning about her children should have got on his nerves. But it hadn't. He still didn't care but the usual anger was gone. He was calmer than he'd been since he became a vampire. And he wasn't sure if it was the link that Davina created or whatever draw them together in the first place.
"Would you stop? I just want you to do a spell for me." He said annoyed.
"A spell? Why? We don't do that anymore. We haven't for generations. I wouldn't know what to do."
"Well, then you will have to invite me in and I will teach you." He smirked, "The second you cast that spell, I am out of your hair and your precious children remain safe."
It was a subtle threat but it was a threat nevertheless.
"Come in, please." She said, her voice still shaking.
Kol stepped inside the house and headed for the living room while pulling out a spell from his jacket's pocket. This witch looked genuinely incompetent. Well, she still had her bloodline to drawn on and he could spare a few hours.
Inside the French Quarter, Esther sat on a high chair of the greenhouse looking out the window, bored. The body she was in was weak and teenager, with all the hormones that accompanied it. And she couldn't be seen running around the town just yet. She had to endure the superiority Genevieve had been executing since day one. She needed to get rid of her fast.
The girl had a weakness for Niklaus and that would not do. She needed witches that were easily molded into her will. That Monique girl sitting next to her taking in all the information she could from the grimoire in front of them. Now that was an easily controllable witch. She was all power-hungry like a real ancestral witch ought to be and she was angry at Genevieve for postponing the fourth girl's arrival.
A man walked in dragging Esther's attention back to the room. She recognised him as one of the witches, but he wasn't important to even enquire about his name, he was just muscle.
"Well?" Genevieve asked. The guy whispered something that Esther couldn't hear and Genevieve was clearly not happy with whatever news he delivered.
"Who?!" She asked probably louder than she wanted, it even earned Monique's attention. The man answered and it seemed to make Genevieve even angrier. She said something to him and then he walked away to where he came from.
"Is everything alright?" Esther asked in the voice of a concerned teenage girl. She couldn't wait to get into a more comfortable body.
"Nothing to worry about. I am merely making arrangement to bring Davina home to us." She said. Esther had to bite her tongue to keep herself from telling the girl off. Davina Claire was not going to join them unless it was of her own free will. The witches won't be able to make her do anything. She knew her son, Kol, would kill anyone who would try to come near the girl. That much she was certain off. Especially with that stupid spell on them that even she could not break.
"Why?" Monique jumped into the conversation. "She didn't have faith, she abused our power and we are supposed to welcome her back?"
"She is a harvest girl, Monique," Genevieve noted. Monique just bit her lip to stop an argument and went back to reading while Esther returned to her boredom.
A/N: Just a quick heads-up, I am working on the story, however, Easter is coming up and I am doing a bit of travel and my Beta is busy as well, so I might not be uploading as quickly :-( However, I will try my best.