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[ 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. ]

I'll get you something.

[ 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. ]

[ It's a surprise that she grabs him at all. Davina has never been clingy, has never demanded he be there, barely asked anything of him at all. There are reasons why people don't look to Kol Mikaelson for protection, and some of them have to do with his shifting moods and his temper, but also with how he likes to shatter people's expectations, so long as they don't mean anything to him. If they go against the warning signs, they only have themselves to blame, after all.
And yet he lets her, and doesn't pull away. ]

Sure you can, darling. But it's going to be a lot louder out there, and there'll be a lot of people. It's your choice.

[ If she attacks someone because of her hunger, he's not going to stop her. ]

[ For all the bad reputation Kol has, he's never not been there when she's needed him. Even now he's protecting her, telling her exactly what she needs to know.

His words have her hesitating before taking a step back from him. The idea of her headache getting worse or her hunger getting worse decides for her. ]

...nevermind. I'll stay in here. [ Her gaze moves to the door like it's personally offended her but at least it keeps everything out. The thought of accidentally attacking someone out there isn't at the forefront of her mind, still not yet thinking like a freshly turned vampire. ]

[ Kol nods, smiles. Probably misses "reassuring" by a good distance and doesn't really care. ]

I'll be back soon.

[ It's not going to take long. Marcel's people have been his people for a time now, and they'll know where to turn and who to ask. Anything to help a fledgeling - Kol's fledgeling, especially. Besides, going home for a few minutes will give him the chance to change into something that isn't full of werewolf blood. ]

[ Davina nods, falling silent as her eyes drop to the floor in thought. Her head still hurts though, she can name more parts of her that hurt than don't, and it makes her antsy for him to sort out whatever he needs to sort out - at this point not caring if he compels someone to donate blood to the cause.

And she'll wait for him once he leaves, pacing around her room for a little while before having a tantrum about the whole situation.

What he'll come back to is all of her potted plants thrown across the room - broken, and left. She used to be able to feel them, feel nature. Even now she just felt... wrong.

Her alter in ruins, looking like she took most of her anger out on it, candles, crystals, herbs jars thrown and shattered everywhere.

Leaving her alone was probably a bad idea, but at least she stayed put, finally deciding to press herself into a corner and sit on the floor. Knees drawn up to her chest, forehead resting on them. ]

[ It takes him a little less than an hour to come back to her. This time he doesn't knock, giving her a few moments of warning as he slows down to a human pace before he arrives at the door. He's clean of blood now, carrying an insulated bag slung over one shoulder.

What he sees as he steps into the room is perhaps what he should have expected. It makes him pause with a sigh, before he spots Davina trying to disappear into the darkest corner of the room. He puts the bag down. ]

Come on now.

[ Whether she moves or not, after a moment, Kol approaches his fledgeling. ]

[ Davina can hear him even before he enters her room, but she doesn't move, not even when he sighs. The only thing that garners a reaction from her is when he speaks. The once-witch lifts her head to look up at him, upset still written clearly across her features.

Eyebrows tug together not in anger but in sadness as she attempts to hold back the tears that were trying to wash over her. ]

I can't feel it anymore. I can't feel any of it. [ Of course she knows why, she should be dead, properly dead.

She's glad he's returned, having wondered if he indeed would after a while. He gives her something to focus on other than the pain, other than the sadness. ]

[ He crouches down in front of her, bringing them to about eyelevel. ]

You can't. You're not a witch anymore, Davina.

[ The statement is plain, calm, when he's flippant and impatient with most anything else. This isn't a pain anyone can heal. Not now, or ever. She's chosen to live with it, all the same. Hasn't she? If he could undo it... well, if he could undo it, they wouldn't be here in the first place. ]

[ She hates it. Growing up as a witch in a coven - magic came naturally. Of course she knew logically she wouldn't be able to feel any of it any more but that didn't soften the blow any.

And while his words are probably meant to inspire some sort of calm or... something on her part - they only cause her to hug her knees tighter to her chest to compact even smaller into herself. She'd made up her mind on what she wanted to do - she was sure of the decision, but it didn't change how scary it was.

Blue eyes watch him with a certain kind of sadness that he can probably recall all too well. She was still completely useless to him now, she couldn't control the witches for him.]

Thank you.

[ It's an odd couple words coming from someone dealing with such pain - but it isn't about any of it, not really. It's about the fact that he returned to her. ]

I've always been able to trust you.

[ And it's probably naive. ]

[ It's not for comfort. Rather, it's a fact. Something he's had to face, something she can't run from, and it's going to hurt her, he knows it is, but that won't make it less true. Not now, or at any other point in her life - however long that may end up being.

He tilts his head at her answer. Not one he expected. He hadn't even expected her to so much as look back at him, really, but Davina Claire had been full of surprises from day one.

Though yes - it's very naive. He doesn't bother to keep the smirk off his face. ]

Never mind that most everyone would tell you that's not wise.

[ Kol's smirk seems to cause her to curl tighter into herself for some reason, but it's clearly not out of intimidation or fear. She hasn't feared anyone since the day she met him - he mad her feel powerful just by his existence. Even if right now she was slipping on emotions she could barely contain. ]

Everyone else is stupid.

[ And it sounds like she means that, at least with regards to this. Sure they have had their disagreements, but she's been the constant in her life that she can actually believe in and not get hurt by. Her own family had tried to kill her but the man with the reputation of being a monster never once tried to.

A weak smile is offered to him but it doesn't touch her eyes - not when she feels like a truck hit her. ]

[ And his smirk becomes a smile, if a sad one. It's impossible to deny the soft spot he has for this girl, even though she believes him to a foolish extent. Can't quite help thinking what his siblings would say if they saw them now, but it won't do to dwell on that. More than likely they'd find a way to ruin it, like they have everything else so far, both for him and for each other. He won't talk her out of the faith she has in him. Now more than ever, he feels a kind of kinship in recognizing her suffering, something other than respect and envy of her powers. ]

There's no way for me to make this easier.

[ They've both said sorry, and he's not about to repeat himself, but there's still compassion in his tone. ]

[ Everyone tried to warn her off trusting the monster of New Orleans, he slaughtered anyone who got in his way - looking for an ounce of fun she assumed. And now? That she could feel what he was: the utter lack of a connection to the earth, everything felt static. She couldn't blame him. ]

Let's just get it over with.

[ The words are brave but the unsure tone isn't. No, she knows she wants to do this. She has to. All of them, everyone who has wronger her - they were going to suffer. Not only had she been wronged but it was also an attrmpt to foil Kol's grip on New Orleans and that in itself offended her.

At least it would make everything stop hurting. Unconsciously she slides her tongue over her aching teeth - wisdom teeth had nothing on this. ]

Just... [ What were the words she was looking for... ] don't let me become a monster. [ That's an interesting request to someone that everyone else sees as a monster. Of course Davina doesn't; he's Kol, the man who saved her, the man who taught her, the man that was trying to offer whatever warped version of comfort to her right now. ]

[ What she gets out of this request is raised eyebrows, a curious look on his face. ]

Shouldn't that be your choice?

[ Besides, how would he define monster? How does she define monster, for that matter, if it isn't what she's becoming? If it isn't someone who declares I want them to suffer? He isn't going to stand in the way of revenge, of the bloodshed it will inevitably entail because they have little other kinds of terror at their disposal now. If anything, he'll encourage it. She should know, but doesn't, and he won't explain, only giving the one hint at potential consequences. ]

[ She wants to curl back into herself, hide from him, hide from everything. But she doesn't want to die. ]

I guess.

[ The words are just barely above a whisper, and while she knows he can easily hear everything, including her, she still tries to force herself to be louder than the whisper she wanted to fall to. It felt like a roller coaster - she couldn't control what she was feeling. Sickening was a good word for it.

She fixes him with the best brave face she can manage, because at the moment, she was not feeling brave. Or all that well, actually. Davina also couldn't help but have the sinking feeling Kol would rather be anywhere else than there which only proved to make her feel even more sick. ]

Come on.

[ Abruptly, he rises partway, extending a hand to her. ]

You said something about getting this over with. Cowering's not quite your style, is it?

[ Davina's gaze follows him up, before falling back down to his hand. Of course she takes it, moving to stand with him.

His words are reassuring enough, so she gives him a weak smile. ]

No, it's not. [ But he should know better than anyone, what it's like to have her world flipped over and torn inside out. ]

I hope it wasn't hard to find... [ She'd feel bad if she put Kol on a wild goosechase for blood. ]

Please. [ He holds her hand a little longer than needed. Steady. Tries to read in her eyes how ready she really is, but... well, only trying is actually going to show that. ]

I do have all the New Orleans vampires answering to me, it's got to have some advantages.

[ You know, like acquiring food for fledgelings. Which he's nodding over to. Baby steps, and he'll walk her there this time if he has to. ]

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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: