There he is, standing there. His smile, it makes me smile, his eyes full of warmth.
I run to him. He opens his arms to embrace me. I reach him, it feels familiar, safe and warm. His smell washes over me and all the memories come with it, the smiles, the jokes, the cuddles the talks and the kisses,
I rest my head on his shoulder and he holds me close and kisses the top of my head.
I smile. I missed this.
I look up and he is gone, I look around then I see the witch.
"What did u do to Kol, Davina!" I yell to her.She smiles her stupid smile "he is mine now, he doesn't love you anymore." She starts walking towards me and I feel my fangs.
"He doesn't love you" I hiss "your spell has taken over his mind and he doesn't know what a bitch you are."
Davina continues to step to me.
"I'm a bitch?" She asks
"You're a killer" she takes another step.
"You're a murder, you take peoples lives for enjoyment, you manipulated your way through life and compelled the innocent to be your prey and you cover it up. But you can be brought down by the sun without a ring, a puny flower and a stick. You're weak and your a killer beyond redemption."
The hardest part is Davina told the truth, I am a killer and I do it for fun, I can be killed by a stupid stick and I manipulate the people around me. But Kol was everything to me."You, Davina Clare, have killed too, you did the bidding of a vampire willingly! You killed someone's mother because she disagreed with you! You continuously swap sides, you also manipulate everyone to suit your own needs!"
Davina just laughs at me.
"Doesn't matter, he chose me."I have never been angrier, "Kol didn't choose you! You put him under a spell!"
"Keep telling yourself that." Davina sighs happily. "Either way, he is mine now, you shut off your humanity, so he wouldn't want you anyway."
————————————————I gasp and sit up.
I'm still gasping for air. Sweat drips down my face. I feel where my fangs broke the skin on my lip. I hear footsteps but no one is there. I look around, it probably was in my head.
I go down stairs to see Bonnie, Elena, Caroline, Some guy, Damon and Stefan, they all turn to look at me.
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Revenge on a Salvatore
FanfictionHow come my brothers the famous Salvatores are hero's in everyone's story but the villain in mine? What really happened the night of 1864 and what were the consequences? Where was my happy ending? I'm Grace Salvatore and this is the story of someone...