[ Everyone had tried to talk her out of it, even Rebekah - the very one that said she'd help bring him back. They were all liars, none of the Mikaelsons ever stuck to what they promised... The only one that ever meant anything he said was Kol and she was going to bring him back.
She had to get it right, the ancestors would only help her once.
The mixture was a little gross, sure, but when it was done and over with, Davina stared at the dark water, knowing that it could house Kol if she got this right. Earth magic, easy.
It took a lot of magic, more than she'd really expected, but after the chanting was done, all that was left was a hard surface where the water used to be...
Had she done something wrong? Did she not get the spell right?! She wasn't trying to make an over sized brick!
The little witch takes a step back, dirty hands going to scratch through dark hair in agitation.
Maybe she wasn't going to ever see him again... Maybe fate was just out to get her again... The sting of tears wasn't something she welcomed, but they pushed forward anyway; she'd done all this for no reason... ]
[Being a dead witch, as he suspected, is very different from being a dead Original. Not that he was ever going to complain - he could, of course, given, oh, Mary-Alice Claire, Kaleb Westphall, and a long long list of names besides them. His welcome wasn't exactly that of the prodigal son returned. And yet, with his knowledge and power added to their own, spells and kinds of magic from all over the globe? It apparently won enough people over for them to help Davina, and help him.
Her magic took hold, and drew him in, and he felt... a weight, at first. Then darkness.
A body forms in the dark water, until the water is entirely gone. Something stirs under the smooth surface.
On the inside, Kol is half-conscious, pulse punding in his head, lungs burning for air. He reaches up, finds his way barred, but whatever it is that's in his way, it splits and bursts at the pressure.]
[ The frustration of denial was just setting in when the near explosion from where Kol was supposed to be - it causes her to jump, something she'd deny later. And there's an arm, an arm reaching out. For some reason she expected it to be covered in the same ash and grime she was, but it looks pristine - and it gives her hope. ]
Kol?
[ Cautiously she steps closer, unsure of what exactly to do in this situation, wanting to help him.
But she hesitates.
There were still the nerves that she might not know this Kol she brought from the ashes - he looked so different from the Kol she knew - would it be him or would it be Kaleb's body...?
She could cry, and she is a little.
Her silent question is answered when she sees the rest of him burst free for air she assumes at the way he gasps it in. And it's the very same face she'd seen in the photo back at the playhouse.
It worked.
Unconsciously she steps back again, playing some sort of game of ping pong between being close to his Resurrection bed and being pressed against one of the small tables in the room. Torn between wanting to move closer and reach out to him, to touch his face and feel what it feels like instead of Kaleb's. But the bigger part of her has her keeping a small distance - he looks like Elijah, he looks like an Original, and he looks like a stranger - a handsome stranger but still. ]
Kol...
[ She says the name, and for some reason it has a different taste to it now. ]
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[ As soon as there's air in his lungs, the magic that still hangs thick in the air is the first thing he feels. He doesn't recall sitting up, and it's hard to make his eyes focus, even this dim light is a change to adjust to. When he turns toward Davina it's by sound, not by sight, still catching his breath. ]
Davina?
[ And there she is. Covered in dirt and ash and gorgeous as ever, and he can't keep the smile off his face. He wants to- to cry, to laugh, to... he doesn't know where to start. It's a bit of both, in the end, incredulous and more than a little awed. Kol brings a hand up to cover his face - and he finds that it is in fact his own this time, not some borrowed vessel's. Of course not. Davina wouldn't. And that means he's alive. Alive. ]
You did it. I can't believe you did it.
[ For someone to make such a sacrifice for him, he's... he's at a loss for words. ]
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[ She'd said that he wasn't as cute as Kaleb but now, being in person with that face, she can see she was wrong - it has her stunned for a moment. ]
It worked. [ The words are breathed out, and she looks around the room as if looking for the spirits of the ancestors that helped her. ] It worked! [ This time a huge smile has found its way on her face.
And when he speaks, all the fear of the unknown - the fact that he didn't look like the Kol she knew, melts away. Her smile doesn't falter as her legs move almost on their own, bringing her close to him so she can reach out to rest a hand against his cheek. It's tentative and soft but the hesitation doesn't last before she's pulling his face towards her and leaning in to press her lips against his, not caring about the situation, not caring that he probably still needs to catch his breath, get his bearings.
He understood her, he was there for her when no one else was. He was the only one that meant anything out of his siblings; the other Mikaelsons could rot for all she cared.
And she's crying, still, harder, and she pulls back to choke out a laugh, still smiling. ]
It's you.
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[ He couldn't care less about getting his bearings right now, not when she's here, she who saved him, she who brought him back to life, and not because she had anything to gain from it. Kol wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, too stunned to do anything but kiss back. If the light gets a little brighter for a few seconds, if the candles flare all around them, well, the last time he's had this much magic in him to keep in check was... there probably wasn't one. There are much more important things than that right now. His shoulders shake with breathless laughter, and he doesn't really think about his own tears, instead bringing one hand up to wipe away some of hers. ]
Davina Claire. [ And there's awe in that name, there's reverence. ] You are incredible.
[ The power that stirs from him is impressive, he's powerful, and somehow that doesn't surprise her, he's a Mikaelson witch, Esther's son. She can't help the fact that tears seem to keep slipping past her guard. But a startled laugh bubbles out from her chest. Her hands move to slide up against his arms until they find his shoulders, and then that's when it becomes apparent to her, that Victor Frankenstein probably thought ahead and brought his monster clothes.
She clears her throat trying not to think about it as she finds his gaze, leaning into the hand that wipes her tears away. ]
Well, I am Regent of the Nine Covens of New Orleans - what did you expect. [ She shrugs a shoulder up, as if it's no big deal. That's one way to break the terrifying and thrilling news to him. ] I wasn't going to let my boyfriend stay dead.
[ She pauses, keeping her eyes on his. ] How do you feel?
[ Having just been with the Ancestors... it's not as if it's that big a surprise for Kol. He flashes her a grin when she tells him, about to tell her that of course she is, of course, because there's no witch like her in New Orleans, or anywhere else for that matter, but - there she goes again. Concern. ]
I uh- I feel fine. Sitting, at least, I'm not all sure about trying to stand up quite yet.
[ If he were being honest, he's got no clue how he feels aside from alive and vaguely clumsy, a sort of weakness that he figures is probably to be expected. Not that that stops him, once again wiping away Davina's tears, before his hand shifts up to push her hair out of her face. It doesn't really register that he isn't wearing anything aside from the impression that he likes the feeling of her hands on his skin, but either way, self-consciousness just isn't him. ]
[ She's not about to tell him that using that much power has her kind of tired too. Instead her hands follow his shoulders and neck up to find his cheeks again. She doesn't want to let him go again - she still can't get those horrible images of him dying out of her mind. Fingers idly explore his features as she tries to get used to the new face. Stormy coloured eyes follow her fingers as they traces over his cheek, then over his lips; not at all giving him his personal space. Excuse her whilst she marvels at her handiwork. ]
No cravings for human flesh? Because that's going to be the first thing Josh asks me.
[ She tries to make light of the situation, not quite sure what else to do other than make him feel comfortable. Wouldn't that suck, vampires and zombies. Honestly, Josh will probably call him her zombie boyfriend for a while... But she doesn't intend to tell him she brought Kol back anytime soon - not with what happened to Aiden.
Still the fear itches at the back of her mind, she might blink and it'll all be a dream, or it will all fall apart in front of her. ]
[ He couldn't care less for personal space right now, and it's obvious in the way he leans into her touch. His tears have subsided, even if relief and elation leave him shaky. But here she is, grounding him, and he thinks, if she's there, that's enough. If she's there and she's happy, he doesn't really need anything else.
For a moment, his dark eyes close as he grins at her. She's still as beautiful when he opens them again. Ah, right, there was a question there wasn't there? He shakes his head. ]
Well, he can rest assured. There'll be no zombie apocalypse.
[ A beat - no, he really can't help himself nor does he want to. ]
[ The smile she sports falls as she swallows hard, adrenaline still rushing from the shock and excitement. She'd done all of this to bring back the one person that had had no intention of ever just using her - sure she knows it started out like that, but that hadn't lasted long, at least he doesn't think it did.
Everyone had tried to stop her, to use her for their own means, it only made her miss him more.
His question has her freezing and pulling back a little bit, hands falling from his face and she gives off a soft huff. ]
Maybe I'm just making sure you're put together better than Frankenstein's monster. [ As if she'd admit that she was admiring her work and his looks. ]
[ She follows his gaze before abruptly looking away, fifty shades of pink. ]
And the ancestor's.
[ God, Kol.
She can't help but smile though, even if she is flustered. A hand withdraws to move up and brush her hair behind her ear, not sure if she should mention the fact that she didn't think to bring him clothes or not. Honestly, she didn't know how this was going to go. She almost looks like she's contemplating pulling away from him but then she leans in again, but she stops short of kissing him, instead she looks down at his lips for a moment before her eyes flicker up to his. ]
But I guess I can appreciate that it actually worked.
[ The wolves, of course. It had to have been the wolves. The only ones who could have possibly thought to gain anything through all this - and even they didn't think it through. At least the one to blame certainly hadn't. Witches with no power would have no power to undo the curse that bound them, after all, would they?
Never the less, there's a price to be paid.
They pay it in blood, one of the very few true forms of currency in Kol's book, and they pay it immediately, because patience and restraint have never been his strongest suits.
Hours have passed since her death when Kol finally comes for her, soaked in werewolf blood. She should be awake by now. His rage has gone from boiling over to a steady simmer, which leaves enough room for something suspiciously like compassion to flood in. A rare thing, in him of all people. But he knows more keenly than anyone what she has lost, and it pains him beyond the loss of a bargaining chip.
[ Davina woke up alone, which only added to her fear. Kol not being there by her side enforced the idea that she had come to the end of the line...
But then there's a knock.
She knows who it is at her door - it's the only person that ever visits her... Kol. The thought of him makes her heart hurt far worse than she'd ever thought possible. She could hear everything. Her head hurt, her eyes hurt, and her teeth, god did her teeth hurt.
The once Claire witch hadn't moved from her bed since the moment she woke up, knowing exactly what had happened to her... So when she finally gets to her feet she's wobbly at best. Most people might think it was weird that she was in her room, in the dark, crying. But the light hurt her eyes, and she didn't want to be a vampire - she didn't want to die either.
She was useless to Kol now, she was useless entirely. She could pretend not to be in there, but she knows he can hear her heartbeat, her breathing, everything... Because she can hear the steady thudding of his heart.
Slowly she makes her way to the door, only to sniffle and try to compose herself before opening it. The light filtering in hurt her eyes, everything hurt. But then the scent of blood hits her and it only proved to make her hungrier than she already was. Davina has to white knuckle the side of the door, trying to resist the scent, not even sure what she'd do if she let the bloodlust in control, attack him or molest him for the blood, either way, she wasn't about that life.
Seeing him only causes the floodgates to burst, tears streaming down her face as she chokes words out past sobs. ] I don't want to die. [ An echo of the very words that she'd been screaming when her coven had tried to take her life. ]
[ It hurts to see her like this, and he only realizes this now. It hurts to see her break, to see an important part of her torn away and how that leaves her. Knowing her loss makes it no easier to bear. He'd thought there was no chance of him caring for her, truly, not like he cared for his family, but now...
It's hard not to pay attention to every detail about her, down to her white-knuckled grip on the door. That's exactly why he hasn't moved closer, even though he didn't have the foresight to get rid of the blood before coming to see her. ]
I won't let you. Not again. [ If it's true she doesn't want to. Many witches choose death instead of turning, and he can't say he blames them, but he's always respected trying more than giving in. ]
... I'm sorry. [ And he is. For once in his life, he is. ]
[ She doesn't know what to do, she wants to reach out to him seek some sort of comfort from the vampire that has been emotionally callous to everyone but her, but she doesn't trust herself, she doesn't know what she'll do, which only causes more upset. So she stares at him, blue eyes shiny with the tears that have no issue spilling over to her cheeks. ]
If I die they could still win, the people that lied, used and manipulated me from the very beginning. [ Her spirit would go somewhere and she only imagines it could be used for the renewal of power... Davina's head shakes, clearly having thought about this decision. Her next movement isn't fast but it isn't slow either but it's clearly not an attack, she lets the door go, moving towards him and wrapping her arms around him. Gritting her teeth through the metallic smell of blood.
That's what the whole bluff had been about, if they killed her she could become a vampire, and they would lose their sacrifice, but she wasn't sure if they could still return her spirit to the ancestors or not. Logically, if they consecrated her they should be able to.
Neither of them had thought the failsafe would end up being used... ]
[ His apology causes her to cry harder, hands gripping the blood soaked material in some attempt to steady herself. ] I'm- I'm sorry, Kol.
[ The hug isn't something he expects. It gets blood all over her, after all, something most anyone would want to avoid, but she's beyond caring right now, to look at her. So Kol wraps his arms around her and holds her close, rests his cheek on top of her head, and if there's a smile tugging at his lips at the thought of both of them drenched in the blood of their enemies, well, she can't rightly see that, can she?
It passes, anyway. ]
You will live, Davina. You'll outlive them all now, everyone who's ever pulled your strings. [ Except for him, of course. ] One way or another.
[ There's a promise in that. If she wants the lot of them dead, this will happen so much faster, after all. ]
I want them to suffer. [ It's choked out, muffled against his chest, and for all the comfort he gives, she regrets the hug, overwhelmed by the smell not only of blood but of him, and his heartbeat, his breathing, his everything. Never has she noticed someone so intensely or been enveloped in their being.
Kol's all she's had for a long time. Maybe it's weird she can find herself clinging to a cold blooded killer crying her eyes out. but she doesn't think a thing of it, instead, she finds it very natural. His words do surprising do a little to soothe her, but she has to pull back, break off from him and give herself some air.
Everything hurt, and a main part of her was sure she didn't want to die, but there was also a part of her not wanting to live as a vampire - sure, Kol had shown her that not all vampires were as awful as the witches made them out to be. He was one of the better ones she thought.
There was blood on her hands... Her face... Her clothes, not only from him but from the attack. She could smell it all and something in her was screaming at her to pay attention. ]
It hurts. Everything - I can - [ Her bloodied hands move up to press the heels of her palms into her temples. ]
[ I want them to suffer. And just like that his smile is back, not a pretty or a pleasant thing. Her revenge will be something, and the ones who wronged her will be lucky if they're dead when Davina is done with them, and he can already tell. No matter what she is, she'll be a force to be reckoned with.
When she pulls away, he doesn't leave her standing there for long, but rather reaches out to grab her by the shoulders carefully. Kol keeps his dark eyes fixed on hers. He isn't kind, but then, kindness has never suited him, and it sure won't save her life. ]
Listen to me, Davina. It's going to keep hurting until you complete the transition. D'you know what that means?
[ And she does listen, falling almost deathly quiet before asking: ] You want me to feed on someone? [ There's fear in her tone, unsure of whether or not she even can... And while most would be unnerved by that dark stare, she finds comfort in it; Kol is there, keeping her steady, helping her accept what's happened, even though she's useless to him.
Since he'd saved her from her Coven, he's been a comforting constant - teaching her, helping her. She owed him everything and she didn't even know how to say it... And even now, when she could be nothing more than a burden, he's trying to help. She tries to compose herself, swallowing hard and blinking back tears as she returns his gaze.
Questioning whether she could is stupid and she knows it, he's soaked in blood and it smells delicious, only proving to make her stomach hurt just as bad as her head. But it was still the matter of possibly hurting an innocent person that made her unsure. ]
[ He nods. The reservations about hurting people are long gone from him - were gone before he was ever turned, in truth, and in no small part thanks to his father's upbringing. Kol holds her gaze and watches her try to compose herself, and he's going to call it progress, because the only way she's going to get through this is if she either pulls herself together or lets control slip completely. ]
You'll have to, if you don't want to die. [ For once, a simple matter. Whether or not she kills the one she feeds on doesn't really matter to him. right now it doesn't even entirely register as something to have second thoughts about, not after all the blood he spilled (and didn't spill) tonight. ]
[ Davina could handle hurting people that deserved it... but those that didn't? She didn't know if she could. But he says she has to and something - some part of her accepts that even though she has every intention of arguing it. ]
Can't I drink from a blood bag?
[ She knows vampires do that - she knows enough from being around them... even if the ones in New Orleans take to chewing on living breathing people...
She didn't know if that would work in transition, but she didn't see why not... then again she should probably get a feel for what she was going to be doing for the rest of her life... Part of her wishes she hadn't pulled away from that hug, his presence had been so overwhelming and blocked out the rest of the world. But she doesn't move, instead she stays still, not wanting to break eye contact from him. ]
[ Right, those. It seems a bit like cheating, but he concedes the point with a nod and a shrug, breaking eye contact momentarily. ]
So long as it's human blood, it will work. [ The thought of cold blood is kind of gross to him, but if it gets the job done... besides, she doesn't seem like the type to try and run from it forever. Too much temper to avoid it, in the end. He lets her go. ]
[ Her hand shoots out to catch him around the wrist. Her grip isn't tight and she knows he could easily pull away. She should settle on just being happy he isn't making her attack some poor victim of the French Quarter... ]
Can I go with you? [ She doesn't want to be locked up in her room, especially not alone. Even if he wasn't going far.
Not after waking up alone, after feeling so alone for such a long time. It's only after she asks that she realises she's being sort of clingy, so she lets his wrist go, not wanting to be more of a burden than she has been.
He's helping her so much, he'd made sure she hadn't died with his blood and now he was offering to help her keep living, even if it was by being a monster. ]
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She had to get it right, the ancestors would only help her once.
The mixture was a little gross, sure, but when it was done and over with, Davina stared at the dark water, knowing that it could house Kol if she got this right. Earth magic, easy.
It took a lot of magic, more than she'd really expected, but after the chanting was done, all that was left was a hard surface where the water used to be...
Had she done something wrong? Did she not get the spell right?! She wasn't trying to make an over sized brick!
The little witch takes a step back, dirty hands going to scratch through dark hair in agitation.
Maybe she wasn't going to ever see him again... Maybe fate was just out to get her again... The sting of tears wasn't something she welcomed, but they pushed forward anyway; she'd done all this for no reason... ]
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And yet, with his knowledge and power added to their own, spells and kinds of magic from all over the globe? It apparently won enough people over for them to help Davina, and help him.
Her magic took hold, and drew him in, and he felt... a weight, at first. Then darkness.
A body forms in the dark water, until the water is entirely gone. Something stirs under the smooth surface.
On the inside, Kol is half-conscious, pulse punding in his head, lungs burning for air. He reaches up, finds his way barred, but whatever it is that's in his way, it splits and bursts at the pressure.]
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Kol?
[ Cautiously she steps closer, unsure of what exactly to do in this situation, wanting to help him.
But she hesitates.
There were still the nerves that she might not know this Kol she brought from the ashes - he looked so different from the Kol she knew - would it be him or would it be Kaleb's body...?
She could cry, and she is a little.
Her silent question is answered when she sees the rest of him burst free for air she assumes at the way he gasps it in. And it's the very same face she'd seen in the photo back at the playhouse.
It worked.
Unconsciously she steps back again, playing some sort of game of ping pong between being close to his Resurrection bed and being pressed against one of the small tables in the room. Torn between wanting to move closer and reach out to him, to touch his face and feel what it feels like instead of Kaleb's. But the bigger part of her has her keeping a small distance - he looks like Elijah, he looks like an Original, and he looks like a stranger - a handsome stranger but still. ]
Kol...
[ She says the name, and for some reason it has a different taste to it now. ]
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Davina?
[ And there she is. Covered in dirt and ash and gorgeous as ever, and he can't keep the smile off his face. He wants to- to cry, to laugh, to... he doesn't know where to start. It's a bit of both, in the end, incredulous and more than a little awed. Kol brings a hand up to cover his face - and he finds that it is in fact his own this time, not some borrowed vessel's. Of course not. Davina wouldn't.
And that means he's alive. Alive. ]
You did it. I can't believe you did it.
[ For someone to make such a sacrifice for him, he's... he's at a loss for words. ]
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It worked. [ The words are breathed out, and she looks around the room as if looking for the spirits of the ancestors that helped her. ] It worked! [ This time a huge smile has found its way on her face.
And when he speaks, all the fear of the unknown - the fact that he didn't look like the Kol she knew, melts away. Her smile doesn't falter as her legs move almost on their own, bringing her close to him so she can reach out to rest a hand against his cheek. It's tentative and soft but the hesitation doesn't last before she's pulling his face towards her and leaning in to press her lips against his, not caring about the situation, not caring that he probably still needs to catch his breath, get his bearings.
He understood her, he was there for her when no one else was. He was the only one that meant anything out of his siblings; the other Mikaelsons could rot for all she cared.
And she's crying, still, harder, and she pulls back to choke out a laugh, still smiling. ]
It's you.
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His shoulders shake with breathless laughter, and he doesn't really think about his own tears, instead bringing one hand up to wipe away some of hers. ]
Davina Claire. [ And there's awe in that name, there's reverence. ] You are incredible.
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She clears her throat trying not to think about it as she finds his gaze, leaning into the hand that wipes her tears away. ]
Well, I am Regent of the Nine Covens of New Orleans - what did you expect. [ She shrugs a shoulder up, as if it's no big deal. That's one way to break the terrifying and thrilling news to him. ] I wasn't going to let my boyfriend stay dead.
[ She pauses, keeping her eyes on his. ] How do you feel?
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I uh- I feel fine. Sitting, at least, I'm not all sure about trying to stand up quite yet.
[ If he were being honest, he's got no clue how he feels aside from alive and vaguely clumsy, a sort of weakness that he figures is probably to be expected. Not that that stops him, once again wiping away Davina's tears, before his hand shifts up to push her hair out of her face. It doesn't really register that he isn't wearing anything aside from the impression that he likes the feeling of her hands on his skin, but either way, self-consciousness just isn't him. ]
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[ She's not about to tell him that using that much power has her kind of tired too. Instead her hands follow his shoulders and neck up to find his cheeks again. She doesn't want to let him go again - she still can't get those horrible images of him dying out of her mind. Fingers idly explore his features as she tries to get used to the new face. Stormy coloured eyes follow her fingers as they traces over his cheek, then over his lips; not at all giving him his personal space. Excuse her whilst she marvels at her handiwork. ]
No cravings for human flesh? Because that's going to be the first thing Josh asks me.
[ She tries to make light of the situation, not quite sure what else to do other than make him feel comfortable. Wouldn't that suck, vampires and zombies. Honestly, Josh will probably call him her zombie boyfriend for a while... But she doesn't intend to tell him she brought Kol back anytime soon - not with what happened to Aiden.
Still the fear itches at the back of her mind, she might blink and it'll all be a dream, or it will all fall apart in front of her. ]
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For a moment, his dark eyes close as he grins at her. She's still as beautiful when he opens them again. Ah, right, there was a question there wasn't there? He shakes his head. ]
Well, he can rest assured. There'll be no zombie apocalypse.
[ A beat - no, he really can't help himself nor does he want to. ]
Are you admiring the results of your work?
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[ The smile she sports falls as she swallows hard, adrenaline still rushing from the shock and excitement. She'd done all of this to bring back the one person that had had no intention of ever just using her - sure she knows it started out like that, but that hadn't lasted long, at least he doesn't think it did.
Everyone had tried to stop her, to use her for their own means, it only made her miss him more.
His question has her freezing and pulling back a little bit, hands falling from his face and she gives off a soft huff. ]
Maybe I'm just making sure you're put together better than Frankenstein's monster. [ As if she'd admit that she was admiring her work and his looks. ]
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I should think it's obvious. [ He extends the arm that's been wrapped around her all this time, glances down at himself, then back at her. ]
This is all your work after all.
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And the ancestor's.
[ God, Kol.
She can't help but smile though, even if she is flustered. A hand withdraws to move up and brush her hair behind her ear, not sure if she should mention the fact that she didn't think to bring him clothes or not. Honestly, she didn't know how this was going to go. She almost looks like she's contemplating pulling away from him but then she leans in again, but she stops short of kissing him, instead she looks down at his lips for a moment before her eyes flicker up to his. ]
But I guess I can appreciate that it actually worked.
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Things Go Wrong AU
Never the less, there's a price to be paid.
They pay it in blood, one of the very few true forms of currency in Kol's book, and they pay it immediately, because patience and restraint have never been his strongest suits.
Hours have passed since her death when Kol finally comes for her, soaked in werewolf blood. She should be awake by now. His rage has gone from boiling over to a steady simmer, which leaves enough room for something suspiciously like compassion to flood in. A rare thing, in him of all people. But he knows more keenly than anyone what she has lost, and it pains him beyond the loss of a bargaining chip.
There's a knock at her door. ]
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But then there's a knock.
She knows who it is at her door - it's the only person that ever visits her... Kol. The thought of him makes her heart hurt far worse than she'd ever thought possible. She could hear everything. Her head hurt, her eyes hurt, and her teeth, god did her teeth hurt.
The once Claire witch hadn't moved from her bed since the moment she woke up, knowing exactly what had happened to her... So when she finally gets to her feet she's wobbly at best. Most people might think it was weird that she was in her room, in the dark, crying. But the light hurt her eyes, and she didn't want to be a vampire - she didn't want to die either.
She was useless to Kol now, she was useless entirely. She could pretend not to be in there, but she knows he can hear her heartbeat, her breathing, everything... Because she can hear the steady thudding of his heart.
Slowly she makes her way to the door, only to sniffle and try to compose herself before opening it. The light filtering in hurt her eyes, everything hurt. But then the scent of blood hits her and it only proved to make her hungrier than she already was. Davina has to white knuckle the side of the door, trying to resist the scent, not even sure what she'd do if she let the bloodlust in control, attack him or molest him for the blood, either way, she wasn't about that life.
Seeing him only causes the floodgates to burst, tears streaming down her face as she chokes words out past sobs. ] I don't want to die. [ An echo of the very words that she'd been screaming when her coven had tried to take her life. ]
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It's hard not to pay attention to every detail about her, down to her white-knuckled grip on the door. That's exactly why he hasn't moved closer, even though he didn't have the foresight to get rid of the blood before coming to see her. ]
I won't let you. Not again. [ If it's true she doesn't want to. Many witches choose death instead of turning, and he can't say he blames them, but he's always respected trying more than giving in. ]
... I'm sorry. [ And he is. For once in his life, he is. ]
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If I die they could still win, the people that lied, used and manipulated me from the very beginning. [ Her spirit would go somewhere and she only imagines it could be used for the renewal of power... Davina's head shakes, clearly having thought about this decision. Her next movement isn't fast but it isn't slow either but it's clearly not an attack, she lets the door go, moving towards him and wrapping her arms around him. Gritting her teeth through the metallic smell of blood.
That's what the whole bluff had been about, if they killed her she could become a vampire, and they would lose their sacrifice, but she wasn't sure if they could still return her spirit to the ancestors or not. Logically, if they consecrated her they should be able to.
Neither of them had thought the failsafe would end up being used... ]
[ His apology causes her to cry harder, hands gripping the blood soaked material in some attempt to steady herself. ] I'm- I'm sorry, Kol.
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It passes, anyway. ]
You will live, Davina. You'll outlive them all now, everyone who's ever pulled your strings. [ Except for him, of course. ] One way or another.
[ There's a promise in that. If she wants the lot of them dead, this will happen so much faster, after all. ]
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Kol's all she's had for a long time. Maybe it's weird she can find herself clinging to a cold blooded killer crying her eyes out. but she doesn't think a thing of it, instead, she finds it very natural. His words do surprising do a little to soothe her, but she has to pull back, break off from him and give herself some air.
Everything hurt, and a main part of her was sure she didn't want to die, but there was also a part of her not wanting to live as a vampire - sure, Kol had shown her that not all vampires were as awful as the witches made them out to be. He was one of the better ones she thought.
There was blood on her hands... Her face... Her clothes, not only from him but from the attack. She could smell it all and something in her was screaming at her to pay attention. ]
It hurts. Everything - I can - [ Her bloodied hands move up to press the heels of her palms into her temples. ]
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When she pulls away, he doesn't leave her standing there for long, but rather reaches out to grab her by the shoulders carefully. Kol keeps his dark eyes fixed on hers. He isn't kind, but then, kindness has never suited him, and it sure won't save her life. ]
Listen to me, Davina. It's going to keep hurting until you complete the transition. D'you know what that means?
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Since he'd saved her from her Coven, he's been a comforting constant - teaching her, helping her. She owed him everything and she didn't even know how to say it... And even now, when she could be nothing more than a burden, he's trying to help. She tries to compose herself, swallowing hard and blinking back tears as she returns his gaze.
Questioning whether she could is stupid and she knows it, he's soaked in blood and it smells delicious, only proving to make her stomach hurt just as bad as her head. But it was still the matter of possibly hurting an innocent person that made her unsure. ]
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You'll have to, if you don't want to die. [ For once, a simple matter. Whether or not she kills the one she feeds on doesn't really matter to him. right now it doesn't even entirely register as something to have second thoughts about, not after all the blood he spilled (and didn't spill) tonight. ]
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Can't I drink from a blood bag?
[ She knows vampires do that - she knows enough from being around them... even if the ones in New Orleans take to chewing on living breathing people...
She didn't know if that would work in transition, but she didn't see why not... then again she should probably get a feel for what she was going to be doing for the rest of her life... Part of her wishes she hadn't pulled away from that hug, his presence had been so overwhelming and blocked out the rest of the world. But she doesn't move, instead she stays still, not wanting to break eye contact from him. ]
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So long as it's human blood, it will work. [ The thought of cold blood is kind of gross to him, but if it gets the job done... besides, she doesn't seem like the type to try and run from it forever. Too much temper to avoid it, in the end. He lets her go. ]
I'll get you something.
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Can I go with you? [ She doesn't want to be locked up in her room, especially not alone. Even if he wasn't going far.
Not after waking up alone, after feeling so alone for such a long time. It's only after she asks that she realises she's being sort of clingy, so she lets his wrist go, not wanting to be more of a burden than she has been.
He's helping her so much, he'd made sure she hadn't died with his blood and now he was offering to help her keep living, even if it was by being a monster. ]
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he says as she cowers in both our threads
look ok she's gonna get better
and murder people
of course.
c: