The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 362

Elijah stood quietly at the marker on the Plantation they had given Kol and Davina. It was fitting, beside the original marker for Big Davina and her timeline, they had marked her husband there too just so whatever remained of her soul could have a bond with her Kol. It was peaceful, quiet, and Elijah was just standing there staring at the marker. A heavy sigh escaped his lips.

"It is strange, their not being here," Elijah turned at Klaus' voice. His brother stood a bit behind him, but carefully walked forward.

"It is," he agreed.

"It cannot...It cannot be the end," Klaus whispered as they both looked at the marker of their brother and his wife. Kol would mock them at this point, pointing out he wasn't part of 'Always & Forever', he'd bicker about it, and then he'd inform them promptly he wasn't dead yet so it couldn't be an end, and it was never and end when one took souls into consideration.

Elijah didn't respond as he and Klaus stood there looking out at the river, the water glistened brightly, and the world was alive. There was magic, they could feel it animating them, he knew that, and they could both feel a vague trace of their brother's power. Kol had infused so much of himself here; it was hard to not feel him.

"Perhaps they did not die," Klaus said softly.

"Where are they, Niklaus?" Elijah countered gently. "I would give... anything, whatever the cost, whatever the demand, whatever the gods desired for them not to be dead, but if they are not, where are they?"

They both looked out at the river forlornly as they stood in silence.

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It was hot, huffy, wet, and smelled horrid and it was right in his face. Kol gagged a little as he peeled open an eye, groaning in pain as his body protested. Aska gave a happy yip, which had Kol's head throbbing as he turned away from the beast to cover his head in a pillow.

"Davina," he breathed softly, it was now he felt he was not on a bed but in soil and grass. Pushing himself upright he grimaced as he staggered a few steps. Aska was at his hip. Kol picked up his wand to lean on the heavy staff.

There was a bark, and Kol knew that was Havoc, he limped with Aska through the forest carefully. Kol picked his way through the roots and rocks, trying to focus on his magic, but it felt like he'd lost a lot of power in the spell, he could feel the faint pull to Davina and that was what he focused on. It was a needle point on a compass, guiding him right to his wife. He found her tangled in ferns, roots and dirt, Enar was laying over her stomach, fur puffed up so the cat seemed massive, and Havoc was laying beside her keeping her warm.

"Davina," he grunted as he skidded down the slope, he saw the elm wand in her loose grip, which he carefully took from her. She gave a low moan as he came over her, he touched her cheek, and she winced, pulling from his grip as she tried to get comfortable. "Love, come on, we have to... we have to go," Kol reasoned.

Slowly she peeled open an eye, glaring at him. Then she winced, blinked, scrunched up her nose as she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned in pain.

"There she is," he smiled a bit as his wife slowly came around.

"Oh that fucking hurt, Kol," she groaned.

"Yeah, that sucked, lets never do that again," he agreed as he picked Enar up off her. The cat slunk right back on her, growling lowly as it settled right on her stomach. "We have to go, pain in the arse, furball," Kol muttered, grabbing the cat and then helping Davina up.

She stumbled a little, but gripped his forearms as they looked at one another, she paled drastically before letting go of him, jerking herself around, nearly headfirst down fucking hill, he caught her sweater barely as she doubled over throwing up.