Bewitched

4

Ella was walking in the mansion, going upstairs. She was on her phone, Kaleb and Finn were shackled on the staircase railing. She looked up at Kaleb, and it looked like she was going to say something. She didn't, no words came out. She glared at Finn and proceeded to look at her phone while going up the stairs. Hurt filled Kaleb's eyes and he looked down at his feet.

She opened the door to her room and collapsed on her bed. She plugged in her earphones into her phone and started to listen to her music. She closed her eyes so she can focus on the song.

Kol's arms were cramping due to his position. He replayed the scene that happened. The contact they shared. The deep cry in his heart was now sobbing, pained. He regretted everything he did to her. Klaus and Marcel came in the room. They talked for a bit, until Marcel came closer to Kol, threatening him.

"First you mess with Davina and Ella, now you're dragging Rebekah into this. Uh-uh. Not happening." He backed away and Klaus continued talking.

Marcel grabbed Kol and pushed him into a chair. "Now listen, I will not tolerate you playing with Davina and Ella like dolls. You choose one or the other and you will not hurt either of them. Got it?" Marcel was wavering around a knife, threatening Kaleb.

"All right, all right. I'll choose." He raised his hands up in surrender, but was quiet. Marcel glared at him. "Oh, you meant now?!"

"Yes, I meant now! Make the decision, Davina or Ella. If you won't pick, you won't have either." Marcel crossed his arms.

"They both hate me now, but I can't live knowing that Ella hates me. I choose her, I'm going to make things right with her." Kaleb said genuinely.

"I don't necessarily like you already, but if you hurt Ella in any way, I will have no problem killing you." Was Marcel's last words at the time. He would eventually come back to make him side with Klaus by receptively stabbing him and giving him his blood to quickly heal him and endure the pain more like Prometheus' punishment.

* * * * *

"Hey, Ellie." Marcel said as he was walking in Ella's room while she was writing in a journal.

"Hi, Marcel. What do you need?" She looked up.

"I know it's a lot to ask, damn, I don't even want to ask it after all he's done. But I think you should give Kaleb... Kol, a second chance. Second chances aren't easy to give, but you should know, he chose you."

"Second chances are nothing. I tend to give dozens, then I realize how stupid I am. Trust me, I feel tempted to give him another one, but I don't know if I have any more chances left to give." She played with her pen.

"Hey, it's your call. You aren't forced to do anything. He said he wanted to make things right, though." He gave her a comforting smile and left.

* * * * *

Ella was walking around the streets wearing a white top, floral shorts, a cardigan, and boots while listening to music on her phone. She looked up from her phone to make sure she did run into anyone, when she noticed something, someone familiar, though she couldn't see their face. She stared long enough for the person to turn and look at her. Both of them were shocked for a second. There, right in front of him, was the girl he wanted back, the girl he took advantage of and wanted to take it all back just to have her. Kol wanted her and only her. Ella, overwhelmed, turned around and walked away, wanting to get away. He chased her, pushing through people who were getting in the way and when he was reaching out to her, she apparated.

"Damn it!" Kol yelled in frustration attracting stares from many strangers.