[ 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. ]
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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. ]