Stealing his brother's phone turned out to be easier than he had anticipated. Elijah was too busy planning a party or something. And Kol had managed to avoid Nik for the past three hours. Apparently his brother had some important business to attend to, as per usual.

He quickly dialled Elena Gilbert and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello? Elijah?"

"Not exactly, love." He wanted Elena Gilbert dead and he needed Katarina to distract Elijah. It was perfect. He would get his revenge after all and keep Elijah busy.

"Kol." He heard her gasp.

"Yep, I am back from the dead." He chuckled.

"I…"

"Oh, not to fret. I know it's you, Katarina. I have a proposal for you."

"How did you …?"

"Know? I was on the other side."

"Look, even if I wanted to help you, which I do not, I have more important things on my mind."

"And here I thought you cared about my brother." This was supposed to be easy.

"Yeah, well, unless you have a vial of Klaus' blood as part of the deal, I am not interested." Hmm, did the poor thing got bit? Well, he supposed he could get the needed blood needed. He would just get bitten by some mutt and suffer a bit or maybe even talk his brother into it.

"What if I told you there was?"

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Ah, now he had her attention.

"Just be your charming self, get here, and charm my brother's pants off. And for the love of God, do not let me watch!"

She laughed at that: "And I will get Klaus' blood?"

"You have my word."

"There is one more thing."

"Good gracious, woman! You really are a high maintenance!"

"Yes, well." She knew that and wasn't going to apologise, "I don't really care about whatever is it you are planning, however, I am in the body of one Elena Gilbert and her insufferable friends want her back and me dead. I need to fix that. I won't be of any use to you otherwise."

"Hmm... I will think of something once you get here. For now, hurry up."

"Have that vial ready." With that, she hung up.

He left Elijah's phone on the table and when to find Nik. Now, this was going to be a conversation he was not anticipating.

Klaus was on his phone, texting someone. Kol knew that look. He was scheming something, something on his own. That was why he was locked up in his room.

"Hello, brother. Not even a greeting?" Kol smirked as he leaned against the doorway.

Klaus looked up from his phone and his eyes found Kol's. He abruptly appeared right in front of Kol.

"When Rebekah told me, I thought she wanted to buy herself more time and when Elijah said he saw you, I started to believe." Klaus' eye still looking doubtful with wonder.

"And yet, you hide here instead of finding me." Kol silently congratulated himself for not sounding bitter.

"You told off Elijah." Klaus shrugged his shoulder, "I figured you would have probably done worse to me."

"Why, Nik?" Kol asked and moved away from his brother, suddenly more interested in the books laying around on the table Klaus had been sitting behind a minute ago, "Because you mourned me all of five minutes and your vengeance plans lasted about as long as well?"

"I did try to avenge you."

"Really? Then, please, tell me why those idiots in Mystic Falls that managed to kill not one but two of your brothers are still alive?" Klaus didn't have an answer for that. How could he? After all, those young idiots shouldn't have stand a chance. They also shouldn't have been able to kill him.

"See, I may have been dead but I am not out of the loop, brother." Kol snatched Klaus' phone before he could stop him and read the text message that flashed on the display.

I have the moonstones. Is your witch ready?

"Now, Nik. Right behind Elijah's nose. What would he say about that?"

"It's none of your business, Kol." Klaus snapped at him and took the phone back. "Leave it alone."

"Why should I? You know how easily I get bored. And watching you and Elijah fight just might be entertaining." Kol knew he had to work his brother very carefully, or he would be suspicious. However, he always knew what buttons to push to piss off his brother and also what to do to get his own around him. He had to when he wanted to survive in the Mikaelson family.

"What do you want, Kol?" Klaus hissed, "I could always just dagger you."

"And Elijah was surprised I wasn't feeling like chatting with you lot." Kol's fingers dug into the binding of a book he was holding. He tried to calm himself. Pushing Nik right now would not get him what he wanted.

"Kol!"

"Fine!" He put the book down, "I feel like having a stall through the bayou, but I don't particularly feel like running into a wolf. Just give me some of your blood and I will be out of your hair."

"It's not the full moon." Nik's paranoia fully switched on.

"Yes, and I thought a baby vampire and a teenager that butchers baseball could not kill me."

"Fine." Klaus shrugged his shoulders, the he rolled the sleeve on his left arm, "Have at it then."

Kol raised his eyebrows. Did he truly expect him to drink from the vein? Nik knew how intimate that was.

"Oh, fine." Klaus turned around and found a cup. Then he bit his wrist and bled into it.

"There. Now, I have stuff to do." Klaus said as he handed him the cup. Kol didn't need to be told twice. He took the cup and headed to his room where he carefully stored the blood in a vial.

Elijah would be distracted and now only Nik remained but he was distracted all by himself. Kol didn't even realise how much he missed all the sneaking around and planning. Even though he didn't trust any part of his family, he knew he was going overboard. He needed to keep his brothers away from Davina and he needed to make sure they didn't know the truth, but he didn't need Elijah that preoccupied with Katherine. He didn't need a plan to occupy Klaus either. But he couldn't stop himself.

Maybe he really was that petty that he wanted to put his brothers through some difficulties. After all the crap, he felt like he deserved to make them all suffer just a bit.

He looked around his room. It felt positively alien to him. Everything was cold and as ever with all the pictures, books and other staff that Marcel obviously didn't dispose of, the room didn't feel like his. It was just a place. Not a home. It has never been home for Kol. None of this. But since Nik declared it home, they all followed suit.

He needed to get away. He couldn't stand those walls. All those bitter reminders, everyone but him found happiness here. And he was left to be the odd one out, again. He put the vial in his pocket and he walked out. His feet carried him to the attic without even thinking twice about it. If nothing else, it would be peaceful.

Davina was sitting on the floor of the attic drawing a gigantic scenery when she felt him enter the church. That link really was weird and the more she felt it the more she was convinced they needed to find out what exactly did it entailed.

"Hi." She smiled at him but didn't run to hug him like last time. Instead, she waited for him to hug her.

"Hello, darling. How was your day?" He smiled still resting against the doorframe.

"Awful." She said as she put her charcoal down.

"What do you mean, Davina?" He moved from the doorframe closer to her resting his jacket on the sofa and sitting next to her.

"Monique is being a total bitch, Abigail is giving me the creeps and Genevieve seems like a psycho. And to top it all off, my magic is gone. I haven't been able to do anything other than the linking spell. So, I need you to switch on your witchy Wikipedia brain and tell me what's wrong."

He looked at her, studied the dark circles under her eyes and the half empty cup of coffee next to her: "Well, here is a little something I have learned from the ancient legends of the Romany psychics: Sleep, Davina. If you stress yourself too much, you will only end up blocking your magic. Have some rest and it will be better."

"Sleep? That is what you are going to fix this with?" She asked unconvinced.

"It's the easiest solution. Not the only solution." He took her hand in his, "You are going to be just fine. All you need to do is calm down and rest."

She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed: "What about you? How was your day?"

"Awful." He chuckled as he repeated her words.

"What happened?" She gently squeezed his hand.

"I had to play nice with my siblings and then started to work on something to keep them busy. I might have gone a bit overboard on that one."

"What did you do?" Davina straightened from her position and looked him in the eye.

"Nothing too terrible, darling. Just a little something to steer up the drama." Davina watched him for a few seconds before she laid her head on his shoulder again.

"I suppose, I wouldn't try to find out too much detail."

He just smiled caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. That was when he finally saw Davina's drawing. He knew, she was an artist but he didn't know just how good she was. A couple more years and she could rival Nik. The sketch in from of him was beautiful, the details of the cottage were stunning and the trees were precise. It was incredibly realistic and spectacular.

Then his mind finally connected the dots. He froze and stare at the sketch in from top them. Davina felt him freeze and lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with an unspoken question. But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at the sketch as if he became hypnotised.

"Where did you see this?"

"I don't know. A dream, probably." She shrugged her shoulders.

"You couldn't. You shouldn't have been able to." She couldn't place the tone of his voice but it was making her uneasy.

"It's just a sketch, Kol."

Kol looked at her a serious look on his face: "That's just it, love. It is not just a sketch. That cottage was real once upon a time. It's not something your mind conjured up in a dream. I should know. I grow up in it a thousand years ago."

Davina looked at the sketch again and it felt like she had never seen it before. It was new all of a sudden. She just drew a sketch of something she shouldn't have been able to describe.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the kind words and I am really glad you like this story. Hope this one was a good one as well. :-)