Kol walked back into the compound. Here we go. He thought. This place didn't hold any fond memories for him. He didn't feel like going down the memory lane and he certainly didn't want to meet with his siblings. But if Davina could manage to go back to the witches, he could survive his own siblings - at least for a little while.

He needed a drink. So, he found the first surface that had bourbon on it and poured himself one. He downed the first one in a big gulp and poured himself another one. He sat down to one of the chairs and put his feet up on the table in front of him crossing his legs at the ankles. He wondered when any of them would figure out he was there.

It turned out, he didn't have to wait that long because a brunette woman stormed in mere seconds after he sat down.

"Who the hell are you?" She stopped a couple of meters away from him and crossed her arms on top of her heavily pregnant belly.

"Ah, you must be Hayley." He smirked as he looked her up and down. "My sincere apologies for Nik. He has always been an arse."

She frowned: "Thanks, I guess… Still doesn't answer my question."

"Isn't life more exciting with a little bit of mystery in your life," he continued to tease her.

"The last mystery lead to me being pregnant and linked to a psycho witch."

"Point well made, love. My name is Kol Mikaelson." He bowed his head a bit in a mockery.

"Kol?" She was still searching.

"Kol Mikaelson, the original vampire who tried to stop a bunch of idiots from unleashing hell on earth and ended up being murdered for it. Rather pointlessly I might add."

"But how can you be…"

"Not dead? I got over it." He downed his second drink.

"You got over it?" She repeated looking at him as if he grew another head.

"Yes, darling. Nice and easy. Now, why were you running in here?"

"Ah, right." she suddenly shouted, "ELIJAH!"

"Careful, love. Vampire hearing." He complained about the volume of her voice. She just ignored him waiting for his big brother. She was about to yell again when Elijah suddenly appeared by her side.

"Hayley. Is everything alright? Is the baby okay?" Elijah completely overlooked Kol. Ah, well, that was to be expected. But it still hurt.

"The baby is fine." She said dismissively, "But why didn't you tell me that you were meeting with the witches, vampires and humans? The wolves should be there as well, they deserve a voice!"

"Hayley, I am just starting the negotiations, if I can get those three to agree then we can bring in the wolves."

Hayley looked like she was about to say something when all of a sudden Kol jumped in: "Get the humans, witches and vampires to agree to any sort of peace? Good luck with that one."

Kol snorted at the silly idea and reached for another drink. He would most likely be forced to get drunk off his ass to survive this evening.

"Kol!" Elijah stared at his brother. "How…?" He wasn't even able to finish the sentence. Oh, how Kol wished he could just believe he was happy to see him and maybe even get a hug out of it. But he knew better. It would just hurt more when they would try to dispose of him again. Kol didn't dare to look at Elijah. He knew that right about now his brother appeared to care and Kol didn't trust himself to be strong enough and not fall for it. So instead, he busied himself by pouring a drink and then proceeded to down it in one big gulp.

"A witchy thing happened." He shrugged his shoulders. "My room is still there?" Without any further discussion, Kol headed up to his old room.

"Elijah! We need to talk about…!"

"Not now, Hayley. We will talk, I promise. But not now." He heard Elijah stop Hayley and then the footsteps on the wooden stairs.

"A witch thing happened?" Elijah asked standing in the doorway of Kol's room. "Care to elaborate?"

"Not particularly." Yeah, because he wanted Elijah to know about Davina. Pff! He used her as well as the rest of them. And Klaus would know about it five seconds after Elijah.

"Kol." He felt Elijah's hand on his shoulder, his voice soft, nothing more than a whisper. "You are really back."

Kol didn't turn around, no matter how much he wanted to. Elijah said that chasing Nik's redemption was an affliction of his. Well, Kol had one as well. Even after all that was done, he still wanted to be part of this family. It was a weakness he needed to control. Davina would never be part of this family even if, by some miracle, he was accepted as he wanted to be. She was forced to stay by his side and that meant that she would be the outsider tolerated only while useful. He knew how that was. Nik would wake him up for a couple of days because he didn't have a playmate and then put him back in a box after he got tired. Whether it was the spell affecting him or not, Davina was not falling victim to that.

"Yeah, I am back." He moved away from Elijah and threw himself at his bed bouncing at the mattress a bit, "And I would like to be alone."

"You just got back, surely you can't expect me to …"

"Oh, cut it out, Elijah. We don't need a teary eye. I am back. We had the required five minutes and now we can go back to the not giving a crap."

"Kol!"

"Come now, brother! I was dead, not bloody blind. Couldn't even mourn me a day. Any of you. So, let's skip the pretending." Kol knew that Elijah actually did grief. He even cried, which Kol had never seen him do. Katarina was there with him. She held him that night and then she would later kill Jeremy Gilbert. Now that girl he liked. She was probably the only one of Elijah's lovers he could actually stomach. She was good for him and Elijah should have tried harder to keep her. As unbelievable as it was, that girl actually genuinely cared about him.

"Kol, I …"

"Just leave me alone, brother. You have a pregnant girl to get back to. I am sure you can find your way out." After all, Kol needed time to plan everything. He heard Elijah leave the room, then stop in the doorway, hover there for a bit and then close the door with a soft sigh. Kol couldn't think about any of his family's drama at that moment. He had to plan everything.

He would be able to help Davina with learning witchcraft but she would have to snoop on her own. He could cause a distraction but he would risk being stuck in a box again and god knows what that would do to Davina. She would most likely fell as well and everyone would know about the bloody link. Which is what he wanted to avoid by all of this sneaking around.

He would need mother's spell book to help Davina. She was a Claire witch, they could use that tomb, but maybe that would be too close to the witches for her liking. Maybe he would just find a different place.

However, he needed his brothers off his back. They would hover even more now that he was miraculously back from the dead and the second they had a talk with Rebekah or Marcel, they would know what witch did the deed. Rebekah had to leave town, it would appear. She would be out of the way. Marcel was banished from the French Quarter, so Kol didn't have to worry about him all that much either. The major issues were Elijah and Nik. He didn't really know how to distract Nik, but he knew the perfect distraction for Elijah.

In fact, he could probably fish out her number in Elijah's phone. All he needed was to get her here and the rest would take care of itself.

Davina was still nowhere near doing anything with the spell. The dead rose looked exactly as it did before. And Monique left for a bit, to talk to the ancestors or something. Davina couldn't care less about that. The girl she once knew as her best friend, the person she shared all her secrets with was replaced by this menace. This Monique cared about nothing and no one, all she wanted was power. She made it very clear to Davina that the only reason she was allowed in was to make them more powerful.

Davina hung to the idea of this being temporary and once she got the information about whoever and whatever it was that was messing with her and Kol, she would be gone. And Kol would take her to see the world. And she would finally be free.

"Davina?" Abigail approached her slowly.

"Yeah?" There was something about Abigail that didn't seem right. Like her senses were picking up something, they shouldn't be able to and her brain didn't know how to process it.

"I am glad you are back here with us." She smiled at her as she moved closer.

Davina instinctively retreated back slightly: "Nice to know that at least someone thinks so."

"I wouldn't worry about Monique too much. She is just trying to make us a strong community, to make sure we are protected. That's all. She is just going at it a bit wrong. I am sure she will come around."

"Hmm." Davina didn't know what Abigail wanted her to say. She didn't care about power and she didn't care about the war that the whole of supernatural New Orleans seemed to be in. Even though Abigail didn't say it, it was obvious that she knew just as well as Davina that Monique was on a power trip and acted like she was almighty.

"You should just relax and try to revive that rose again. It really is an easy spell. And Monique isn't breathing down your neck right now." Abigail winked at her and then moved to one of the cabinets with spell ingredients, moving stuff around.

Davina sighed as she looked at the rose in front of her. She really felt like all of her magic was gone. Like if she couldn't connect to it anymore. It made her unnerved and confused and a little worried. She knew she was a witch. It was in her blood. She was one before the harvest, she was one during the harvest, and she was one while she was dead. However, since she was back, the only spell she was able to do was in her head. She wasn't even sure if that counted.

How was she supposed to be this new and strong person that she promised herself to be if she couldn't even tap into her magic anymore?

A/N: Another chapter! Sorry, I slowed down a bit in uploading but my exams are coming up and I have a bunch of school projects to finish :-(

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