I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol was reeling as he followed Davina through the forest. The illusion called her Auntie D, an illusion which had his brother's eyes, Hayley's coloring, and the Mikaelson smile; hell, the girl looked a little like Henrik with her dark auburn hair. But that wasn't the part that had Kol reeling, no, it was the fact Davina was 'Auntie D' of all bloody things. Davina didn't strike him as the type to just casually let a pupil call her auntie, which made it a matter of fact she was family to hope. Which meant two things to Kol, and both were enough to have his head spinning.

The first was that Klaus accepted her as Marcel's kid and being older than Hope she'd taken the title Aunt rather than Niece. Which he could see, in fifty years and someone religiously beating the fact Davina was Marcel's kid with a club over Klaus' thickhead. And he couldn't see that.

The second, more likely option, was she had married one of them. That idea was enough to knock him on his ass; if he wasn't running his ass off over this island following Silas that is, because more than likely he was the only candidate she could've married which was more startling.

Her husband both couldn't and wouldn't be Finn because Finn had that thing for Sage when he was alive, and Davina would've probably thrown Finn out a window for his sanctimonious attitude. She wouldn't have married Elijah, for one thing, she wasn't Elijah's type, and for another his brother avoided marriage like the plague because it was something that Nik would use against him. Davina wouldn't have married Klaus, that would've gone over like hell in a handbasket for both of them, he didn't care what her age, also, Hope called her Auntie D, and Marcel would probably find a way to murder Klaus if he had married Davina. It would not be Rebekah; despite Bex' experimentation in the thirteenth century, Bex didn't like petite brunette women as lovers, or women, it was a very confusing time for Bekah, point was, it was unlikely to be Rebekah who married Davina. And it couldn't be Henrik, Kol didn't think his little brother had landed on the Other Side. It wasn't Marcel, and Kol wouldn't even entertain that disgusting thought.

Which left him, and that thought hit him harder than lightning.

Her husband hadn't come back with her, yet he was the first person she had sought out. She trusted him, confided in him; she had even admitted her husband's family was a pain in the ass. Hell, she had even stated he snored as proof she knew him rather well; he did but no one outside of family knew that for a fact. Her description of her husband had been something he overlooked because she had been looking at him with this 'you're an idiot' look that had him wanting to laugh. She had admitted she would leave her husband to sort out his feelings while she had work to do, and he hadn't caught that because he was determined about getting to Silas!

Kol was not the marrying type, at least he wasn't as a human and he hadn't thought about it as a vampire. As a human he was the village flirt, he drove his mother and father nuts, but all the lasses knew he was up for a good time and would go about giving it to them, but he wasn't marrying them. He was a flirt, he would admit it, he enjoyed women, enjoyed wooing them, befriending them, besotting them, but ultimately, he wasn't theirs and they would part on good terms usually. The mere idea Davina had married him was genuinely mind boggling as well as the idea that he had married her. Sure, the lass was a brilliant witch, as either self, and she was gorgeous. The fact Davina had said she was married had put her firmly in the off limits no matter what age category in his head; Kol had standards and messing around with married women was a big fat NO in his head.

"Bloody hell," he muttered.

"What!?" Davina called out as they rounded the bend looking around for Hope.

"Nothing, love, just trying to figure out where Silas is taking us," he lied.

"Auntie D!" a voice cried out as they both came up the hill and he peered down at a cavern.

"Davina! Wait!" he stopped her from falling as he crouched down and examined the cave.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you should let the indestructible Original go first, love," he admitted as he looked up at her. The day was high noon, so they had been going for hours. He was suddenly really glad he had grabbed a pack as he pulled it off.

"Eat," he ordered as he pulled out a bit of jerky. Davina took it and stepped aside. Digging through his pack he found the light as he laid down and leaned over to examine it.

"It's a massive shaft," he stated as he examined it. The light was lost down there looking around. "I lose it, the light," he muttered as he slid up to his knees.

"Do you have a flare?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, store clerk said I needed it, what the bloody hell is it?" he pulled the red stick from his bag and held it to her. Davina looked it over as she took a bite of jerky then she did something which had it igniting in a bright flame, he jolted as he tore his eyes away and accepted it from her before dropping it down the cavern. He saw it hit the ground then and sighed.

"Long ways down, love," he muttered as he stood and grabbed his pack. He had bought rope, but he didn't think it'd be enough to get them down there.

"Ok," she nodded.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her point blank then as an idea came to mind. He hadn't done it for a century or two, but it would still work, only if she trusted him.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"I'm going to go down there, when I'm down I'll call for you and you jump, I'll catch you.".

"What!?" she stared at him with huge disbelieving eyes.

"Yes love, just, just trust me, the cavern looks big enough for this to be safe, and I'll catch you."

"You… you promise?" she stammered.

"On my life," he assured her.

"Okay," she nodded.

"Good, toss this down when I ask you to, and when I shout for it, you'll jump," he said as he walked to the ledge. The sword was feeling heavier on his back, and the axe felt useless. He looked at Davina who was hugging the pack watching him uncertainly before he waved at her and jumped. Kol landed softly as he evaded the flare and looked around in the light. Looking at the ground he saw a few cracks, there were old blood stains here.

Kneeling he sniffed for fresh blood and found none. Moving the flare to a safe spot he walked back to the spotlight of light.

"The Pack!" he shouted. He waited a moment before he caught it and set it down.

"Alright, Davina!" he shouted.

"You're sure!?" she shouted back.

"Trust me love," he called back and held out his arms. Davina came plummeting towards him swiftly and he caught her as he swung her up in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck to keep her balance.

"Holy shit," she gasped as she trembled.

"You good?" he asked.

"Gimme a few," she whispered breathlessly, and he looked around. Slowly her death grip lessened, and he set her down.

"Where are we?" she whispered as she looked around. With the flare illuminating the area he could see the markings on the walls.

"This is Roman," he said softly as he traced the letters. "Before my time, but same core," he admitted as he picked up the flare to study it. "It's warning us of a great evil," he muttered.

"Auntie D!" Hope appeared which had Davina tapping his shoulder.

"Davina," Kol grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Trust me," she smiled.

"That's the problem," he muttered as they walked after Hope. He had slipped ahead of Davina. Pulling the sword, he held the flare high as they walked. It was a long winding road.

"Kol?" Davina breathed and he paused as they saw the drawings on the walls. He read it over before he looked at Davina.

"It's about the cure," he said softly. "Instructing people to shove it down his throat and kill him."

"Auntie D! I knew you'd come!" Hope smiled as she rushed Davina again. Kol watched warily as he followed the girls then. Part of him was curious about Hope, but then he remembered this was an elaborate illusion, Silas had seen inside Davina's head and pulled someone out for her to desire.

He would wager Silas hadn't been able to pull her husband from her mind, but with concerns about her niece's existence, Hope was at the front of her mind, so it was possible Silas had decided to summon that image. Kol smirked, Silas had pried into the wrong head, was all he could think, Davina's wrath was probably going to be hell. Big or Little Davina.

They came to a circle which he looked around.

"Davina," he called to her as she examined the walls.

Slowly she walked over, he saw she was looking like her younger self, her eyes more curious, less knowing and her body language had changed.

"Which you?" he asked.

"Both," she answered.

"Think you could open this?" he asked.

He made another mental note to look harder into the Gemini Coven and their merging ritual. Davina bit her lip as she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before she started chanting softly. He could feel the magic pouring from her as she focused, slowly he could feel the earth shifting and connecting as her magic unfurled the thousands of years old enchantments before the circle descended into a spiral staircase. He pulled Davina behind him as there was an eruption of stale air and he gagged a bit at the scent.

Davina's spell had shifted from the earth to purifying the air and suddenly he could breathe again, breathing with ease was when he walked closer to the stairs.

"Stay here," he said.

"The hell I will!" she hissed as she peered around him.

"Davina, I'm the indestructible vampire."

"And I'm the super charged witch, we're going together," she countered.

"Big You or Little You, talking right now?"

"Little Me, but Big Me agrees," Davina stated.

"Keep behind me," he ordered then as they slowly walked down the stairs and into a new tomb. He could feel the ancient magic which stewed here, he could scent the desecration. Walking over to the open tomb wrapped in roots and vines he kept a firm hand on Davina to keep her behind him. Examining the corpse, he saw Silas clutching a box, he would wager the cure was in there.

"Is he alive?" Davina whispered.

"Depends on how you define alive," he answered as he found a high spot for the flare, illuminating the whole tomb. "He's desiccated."

"What's that mean?"

"It means he's in need of blood," Kol muttered as he started circling the body. Even desiccated an immortal was hell, his father was a prime example of that, even Finn had learned to project himself. Desiccation was a point of starvation, but not death, never death. Even in this state though an immortal was stronger than a mortal, and if they were up and mobile in this weakened state they were challenging to take down.

"What do we do?" Davina asked.

"You stay over there; I don't want food near him."

"Food?"

"You are food, love," he informed her. Clearly both Davina's had never feared being a food supply to an immortal in their lives; or if they did, it wasn't a chief concern.

He was also food but he didn't point that out because he didn't need her doing something stupider than what he was doing as he examined the body. Silas' eyes were black pits and the body a twisted mangled mummy, but then he supposed two thousand years of desiccation would make one similar to a mummy. It was immortals like this who made mummy legends so bloody popular.

"What are you thinking?" Davina asked nervously.

"Can you summon the box?" he asked.

"I can try," she muttered as she reached out. He could see her trying but the box must've been enchanted, and the corpse' hands tightened their hold.

"So, you're awake," Kol muttered looking to the immortal.

There was a low growl, Kol leapt over the immortal as he caught Davina just as the corpse forced itself to move upright. Davina threw out a lashing of fire as he moved her out of Silas' path.

"Now he's pissed," Kol stated as he kept himself between her and the immortal.

"You distract him, I'll get the cure," she said shoving him forward as she ran. The desiccated corpse was slowly animating itself up to his feet and Kol ran to tackle it.

"DAVINA!" Marcel shouted.

"KOL!" Klaus bellowed.

Hayley was following the scent, which had the men following her.

"What the hell could've had them running off?" Marcel asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. She wasn't scenting another person or thing which had her concerned. She wondered if it was Silas or something else. Crouching down Hayley saw the tracks; they were well ahead of them.

"Guys… someone else is following them," she said finally as she found one good tread that wasn't Davina's or Kol's.

"It seems our host is after them," Klaus snarled angrily.

"We should split up, Marcel, you follow Kol and Davina, Klaus and I will hunt the hunter," she decided as she could feel her inner wolf coming to life with the prospect of a hunt.

"Hayley…"

"Marcel you need to find them, and we need to get rid of the hunter before they get hurt," Hayley stated. She was internally cursing Davina and Kol for having run off in the first place without waking them but then again, they were the know it all witches after a witch.

"Go," she barked as she grabbed Klaus and dragged him after her.

"Keep up, old man," she ordered.

"What is it with youths these days!?" Klaus growled as they started running after the Hunter's trail.

Davina chased the box that skittered over the dusty floor and finally grabbed it.

"No, don't!" Cassie shouted as she yanked out the cure.

"Get Out Of My HEAD!" she roared as she felt her friend's powers and her own collide to send the earth shaking which knocked the illusion into oblivion.

Grabbing the cure Davina to where Kol had the monster pinned. Silas was struggling, Kol had slammed the sword into Silas' chest to pin him to the wall, but Silas had a hand around Kol's throat. Davina got close as she slammed the cure into the gaping mouth. She screamed when teeth caught her wrist, Kol tore her from Silas' grasp and threw her away from Silas as he was then bit.

She hit the column hard as it knocked the wind out of her.

Marcel felt the island trembling so violently it knocked him off his feet and down a cavern that he had seen Kol's and Davina's tracks disappear into, he screamed as he slammed into the earth hard, jarring his shoulder and body hard.

Kol broke Silas' jaw as he tore his arm away and slammed the jaw shut. He heard the vial break in Silas's jaws and the immortal scream as he staggered away. There was a horrid gasp, then the body of Silas was starting to animate, Kol backed away in horror as he felt the ancient magic reconnecting to it's witch. Silas turned his red gaze upon Kol, and Kol bore his fangs as his veins snaked over his face. He swung the sword in his grip as he prepared for whatever was coming. Silas gave a scream, and Kol dove out of the way as the cave seemed to come to life, rocks crashing for his head. He took a hit which knocked him off his feet, but he rolled with it as he spat out his blood and charged the witch. Silas hit Kol hard with all his magic, the fire seared through Kol's blood as he hit the wall, the sword skittering from his fingers.

"You ruined everything," Silas rasped. "I will make you suffer."

Kol gasped for air as a hand touched his temples. He screamed as it felt like his mind was torn asunder and a thousand years of memories bombarded onto him, compounding and distorting.

"Hey!" a voice shouted just as fire tore through the cave. Silas was thrown into a wall, and Kol saw Davina holding herself up against a stony column. Kol groaned as he rolled to his feet. Silas though was muttering in a spell as Davina's fire was extinguished. Davina was suddenly choking as she coughed up earth, she was gasping, gagging, choking and the winds swirled more violently from her as the earth trembled, fire erupted wildly from her and Kol swore a storm was forming around her. Blood was streaming from her eyes and nose now as she vomitted earth.

"Little girls should play with power," Silas rasped as he moved towards Davina who seemed to be dying under his spell. Kol saw the sword, but it was embedded in stone, he saw Davina dying as she fell to her knees.

Impulse had Kol reacting, he moved on half-forgotten moves as he tore his hand through Silas' gut, twisting the witch away from Davina as they came eye to eye. Kol let out a snarl as he fought against the agony of Silas' spell, tightening his grip on his prey he felt bones shatter in his grasp before he lunged forward. The desiccated witch toppled under Kol's weight, and Silas screamed as Kol's fangs buried into his jugular. Kol drained the bastard of everything he had as he pulled a knife from his boot and slammed it into the temple of the skull. Silas struggled against Kol for a minute, but Kol drained the fucker dry, pulling away when he was done, Kol gasped for air as he staggered to his feet, floundering a few steps back as he wiped his bloody lips. The world was spinning rapidly, and Kol felt horribly dizzy as he shook his head and tried to get his bearings.

Silas's corpse was listless, and bloodless, but then it was like the aged mummy as it went from reanimating to decomposing rapidly. Kol watched in disbelief as it was like the immortal crumbled to dust, bones fell atop one another until there was nothing.

Kol stumbled to Davina when it felt like the world was ripped out from under his feet and he collapsed as he pulled her close. It was hard to breath, it was hard to think, it was…

He groaned.

He felt like he had had the worst bout of food poisoning ever tried to will his body to work past the residual pain of Silas' attacks. He and Davina weren't safe, he needed to move her, but he couldn't even move. Kol's fingers wrapped around Davina's wrist as he felt the world disappearing on him, desperate to feel her pulse to know she was alive.

"Davina!" a voice shouted just as the world disappeared on Kol.

"Shit!" Marcel shouted as he came running down some stairs and saw Kol wrapped around Davina and a scattered pile of bones as well as a broken tomb.

"Shit," he whispered.

"Davina!" he skidded over them, rolling her from Kol's grasp, he felt over her spine seeing the bruising start there, but felt nothing out of place. There was a welt on the back of her head, her nose was bloody, there were bloody tears on her face, but she was breathing well. He leaned over Kol who wasn't moving in anyway, and his breathing was shallow. And his heartbeat…

Marcel's eyes widened at the sound of a heartbeat in Kol's chest.

"What the hell," he muttered as he rolled Kol onto his back and saw bloodstained lips.

There was suddenly sound which had him twisting around to see a tall, wiry man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes looking at him.

"They, did it?" he muttered in disbelief. Marcel moved to be over them as he didn't know who this was, and he didn't want him near his family. Marcel let his fangs show as he crouched over them.

"Silas is dead!" the Scotsman chuckled in disbelief. "Bloody hell, I never thought I'd see the day," he whispered as he sunk to the cavern floor. "I'm free!"