The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 202

Davina woke from miserable nightmare, shivering rather violently as she looked around.

"Hey," Kol was soft as she looked up at him, trembling.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," he murmured tiredly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Nightmare?" he asked.

She nodded. He was careful as he got out of bed, she followed softly, because she wasn't ready to go back to sleep. Kol was waking up and she tiptoed behind him as they went downstairs. Kol looked at his living space, and then sighed as he moved all the furniture back, directing her to a chair, and flicked the hearth to life before he disappeared. Davina shivered a bit as she settled in her seat, pulling up the heavy blanket.

It was a little bit later Kol reappeared with a book and tea, she stared at the tea as she accepted the book.

"You need rest, love, not coffee," he yawned as he grabbed up his own book and a cup of tea.

Davina nodded as she accepted that, she was tired, emotionally, mentally, and physically, but she still hated the idea of sleep, she didn't regret killing Esther so much as Dahlia. Dahlia had just wanted to rebuild, to have what she had lost, and Davina could understand that she could understand what Dahlia wanted. Davina had craved that sense of belong and home before she had the Skulk, but she had also seen that Dahlia would not waver, or change her mind, or how she wanted her life rebuilt. To that, Davina pitied her.

Davina didn't care about killing Esther half as much, it was merely the act of what she done to Esther and the lack of hesitiation which horrified Davina rather than the results of Esther's death. And it was horrible that she felt so little about having killed Esther. She had been a mother, a sister, a wife, and even if she had done all that poorly she had been all those things all the same. Still, Davina had not cared ultimately, because Esther was a horrible person, she had driven her children to being monsters, destroyed her husband, sold her daughter and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, perpetrated making her sister insane and alone, and for what? Davina couldn't fathom what made someone like Esther do what she had done.

At least with Kai, Dahlia, Klaus, Kol, Elijah, Rebekah, Davina understood how they were created as monsters, but she couldn't figure out Esther.

"I love you," Davina blurted out and Kol looked up from what he was reading.

"I love you too, darling," he replied.

"If we... if we ever have kids... I... we can't... not like Esther."

"That'll never happen," he promised.

"How can you say that? I killed in cold blood, and you're..." she gestured haplessly.

"Davina," he was up. "For one thing, you did not kill without reason and took no pleasure in your actions. You now merely know how dangerous you truly are, and that makes you powerful. For another thing, if we are to ever get to a point in our relationship to have children, you love too much to make our children monsters, and I will not do anything my father did. We will figure it out, fuck it up in new ways, but we will not fail them because you love too much to be anything less than a good mother."

She nodded as she hugged him then.

"You... you have to teach more about curses, how they work, how to save... how to save you, because I can't, I can't lose you," she whispered softly.

"I'm not going anywhere, love, but I will teach you," he assured as he held her.

"I can't do this without you," she murmured.

"Oh yes, you can darling, you are single handedly the most competent witch I have ever met, you changed the trajectory of my family and history, and you don't need me, love, I'm just happy you let me accompany you," he said softly.