"But how could I?" Davina asked slowly, not fully believing what she saw.
"I don't know." He was completely shocked. But he had a bit of an inkling. She might have slipped into his mind by accident when she was finishing the link. Or, much worse, their memories were to be shared. All of his secrets and all of his demons, all of that bloodshed, all of thousand years would be laid bare in from of her. He really didn't like that idea.
He stood up and reached for his coat.
"Kol, where are you going?" She asked with a small voice.
"I … I just …" He needed to take a walk and he needed to put some distance between them. However impossible that was. But one look at her and he changed his mind. She looked so lost and scared.
He put his jacket back on the sofa and walked back to her.
"I don't know what is wrong with me." She mumbled as he pulled her into a hug. "I can't even trust my own emotions. How much of it is really me and how much is that stupid spell? And who could have that much power to do this? Not to mention that not even you know what exactly that linking spell did."
"I know, I don't like any of this either. You are not the only one asking all those questions." He sighed, "We know next to nothing and I don't trust any of the New Orleans fractions to help us. But I am sure that between the two of us, we will figure it out. In the mean time, you need to sleep."
He picked her up and carried her to her bed. He really hoped she wasn't about to dream some of his worst memories. He stayed by her side until she fell asleep and was about to leave when he abruptly changed his mind. He would't mind a bit of sleep himself and the bed was big enough to fit them both. Besides it would be safer for her – just in case some of his memories hit her in her sleep.
He laid down next to her and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Kol woke up with an unsettling sensation on his neck. Like somebody slit his throat while he slept. He ran his hand over his throat looking for dried blood but found none. He looked over at Davina who was still sleeping soundly.
It didn't make any sense. He would swear there was knife put to his neck. A woman, he remembered a woman that he had never seen before. Her brown hair soaked by the rain. Rain! There was so much rain and wind! But how would that be, the sky was clear, he could see that from the bed. The woman, she had a knife. What was it she said?
"Do you believe in the harvest?" She asked her voice void of any emotion.
"Yes, I believe." He answered. But that didn't seem right. It couldn't have been him.
At that the woman raised the knife and cut his throat open. He didn't fight it, he just let the blood flow and wash away by the rain.
That was when it finally clicked in his head. He was witnessing Davina's memories. The memory of her death to be exact. He shuddered at the overflow of emotions that hit him. He clenched his fists until it hurt to calm them. All of that hurt, betrayal, loneliness and fear. She put up a strong front but inside, she was slowly breaking apart, like an ancient masterpiece. And he now knew how much.
It looked like they had more and more in common. He looked back down on her and was about to lay back down when his phone started buzzing.
He quickly picked it up making sure he didn't wake her, but Davina just rolled over to the other side and continued to sleep. She must have been really tired.
"Yes," He answered with a whisper.
"Where are you?" The voice of one Katherine Pierce came through.
"I will come to you." He answered not even bothering to ask how she got his number. Katherine Pierce always had her ways.
"Fine, Hilton. Hurry up!" She hung up. He didn't remember her being this snappy. Probably the werewolf poison.
He got up and took his jacket on the way out. He took one more look at Davina and then he was out.
He found Katherine very easily. Once at the hotel, she compelled the clerk to send him straight to her room and otherwise forget she was even there. Clever girl!
She opened the door before he could even knock.
"Finally! What took you so long?" He looked her up and down. She looked absolutely healthy, she should have been hallucinating and sweating. Instead, she was her immaculate self if only a bit more stressed than he remembered.
"You don't look like…"
"The blood! Give it to me!" She demanded fear and desperation in her eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the vial. She quickly took it and ran to the other room of the suit. He followed quite intrigued.
Katherine Pierce didn't care about anyone as much as herself. And here she was hell bent on saving whoever this was.
He found Katherine holding a slender, young girl with brown locks as she helped her drink the blood. Now, that girl was definitely suffering from a werewolf bite.
"There, Nadia. You are going to be just fine now." Katherine lower the girl gently back onto the bed. She showed this Nadia person more kindness then he saw her show all put together towards anyone since they knew each other.
"Are you going to introduce us, darling?" He asked looking at the scene in front of him with even more curiosity than before.
Katherine looked up from Nadia: "Nadia, this is Kol Mikaelson. Kol, this is Nadia, my daughter."
His smirked slipped from his face as he looked at her. That was certainly not what he expected.
"Your daughter?"
"Yes, as you can see she had a bit of an accident." Katherine answered raising from the bed and staring Kol in the eyes with a defiant look in her eyes.
"You might consider introducing Elijah to her, if you want him to believe Katerina is still in there somewhere." He then looked over her shoulder at Nadia. "Nice to meet you, love."
"Wait," She stopped him, "Why do you really want me here?"
"I thought you didn't care." He smirked, his back still turned to her.
"I am not stupid, Kol. Your whole family hates me." She answered, the typical Katherine tone back in her voice.
"Do you remember the night I died?" He asked and slowly turned to her.
"Vividly." She answered and her eyes met his.
"That's why." He held her gaze letting the sentence sink in. He didn't have to tell her. She knew he was talking about the way his brother broke down. He might have still protected Elena Gilbert for some stupid reason and he might not have look for a way to bring him back, but that night Kol saw his brother in a whole new light. Even if it lasted only a night.
"He thinks he has to be everyone's shoulder and for that, pretending to rarely feel is the easiest way to achieve it." She said slowing, still watching him, "That doesn't mean he feels any less."
Kol nodded his head at her and walked away, not really willing to let her see the emotions in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to put the whole family together. And maybe, just maybe, this time around there would be a place for him there. After all, every little girl needed a cool uncle and Elijah definitely wasn't going to cut it.
Davina slept restfully, in fact she had no nightmares. However, when she woke up, she was alone. Somehow, she knew he would not be with her. He did have a habit of leaving.
She got up and prepared for another day of useless spells.
She walked all the way to the cemetery with her head down, wishing she could just skip through the day. She was just passing one of the tombs. That was when she heard Monique talking to Genevieve.
"You said we would be stronger and look at us. Davina can't manage a simple spell! How are we to stand up to everyone? We need more power!" Monique pressed.
"Don't be stupid, Davina will recover and do what I ask of her. She has no one but the witches. She will comply. I will make sure of it." Genevieve answered as they continued to walk down the path.
Great, another thing to worry about. But at least Genevieve was wrong when she said Davina had no one but the witches.
Now that those two were gone, she could have a look through the grimoires. Davina hurried towards the greenhouse and was relieved when it indeed was vacant. She ran towards the bookshelves and pulled out a random book quickly scanning the pages looking for anything on binding or linking spells. When she didn't find anything she pulled out another one.
She was about to start with the third one when she heard voices approaching. She quickly sat herself behind a table next to the same stupid rose she still didn't manage to revive.
"We should act quickly, mother." She heard a male's voice that she couldn't quite place.
"We have to be careful about this, Finn." Now that voice she knew. Abigail, "We already lost Kol to Davina. If I am to use her, Kol will fall as well and his brothers will know something is amiss. All the pieces have to be in place before that happens."
"But Dahlia..."
"My sister will not touch any of you! I will kill the baby myself!"
Davina sucked in a breath. She was talking to Finn and was talking about Kol. Esther Mikaelson, Kol's mother, was possessing Abigail's body. And she was trying to put some sort of plan in place. She needed to tell Kol. Now.
Davina quietly slipped out the back door right when the two entered the greenhouse. She needed to find Kol. Probably best to start in the compound.
A/N: Another update! I know it took a bit longer. Sorry.
A/N2: Made a trailer if anyone is interested: link is in my profile :-)
Also I am currently looking for Beta? Anyone interested?