Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

Out-of-Whack

Kol drove in silence, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. Davina glanced at him every few seconds, waiting for him to say something. They had been driving for nearly thirty minutes, and Kol hadn't said a word about where they were going. She just had to ask.

"Kol, where are we?"

Kol sighed, pulling the car to a stop in front of a house resembling almost every house in Mystic Falls. Old and weathered. He parked the car, looking at the place with nostalgia and dread. "We're at an old friend's house," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Greta. She used to help my family with spells back in the day."

Davina raised an eyebrow. "You mean one of Klaus's witches?"

Kol shrugged, forcing a small smile. "Maybe," he said. "Didn't want to worry you. She's... well, you'll see."

They got out of the car and walked to the doorstep. Kol hesitated for a moment before knocking. The door creaked open, and there stood Greta. She was short, with caramel skin and curly hair pulled half up, half down, with two strands falling in front. She looked at Kol with a blank expression.

"Kol," she said.

"Greta," Kol replied, smiling despite her coldness.

For a second, it looked like they were about to rip each other's heads off. Davina shifted uncomfortably. But then, just as she thought things were about to get ugly, both Kol and Greta burst into laughter.

Kol pulled Greta into a hug, grinning. "It's good to see you, you miserable witch."

Greta rolled her eyes but hugged him back. "You too, troublemaker." She stepped back, finally noticing Davina. "And who's this?"

Kol turned to Davina, gesturing toward her. "This is Davina, my friend, who is also a witch," he said. "Davina, this is Greta."

"Nice to meet you," Davina smiled. "I heard you were one of Klaus's witches back in the day."

Greta shot Kol a murderous glare, and he threw his palms up in defense. "I did not say that...I said something like that."

"I was more like the go-to witch," Greta corrected.

"Right," Kol nodded. "She helped us with spells, but honestly, she hated my siblings."

Greta chuckled, folding her arms. "I hated them all. Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah...Finn. But you, Kol—I always had a soft spot for you."

Kol flashed a grin. "Doesn't everybody?"

Davina rolled her eyes. No matter what, Kol would still be cocky-Kol.

"So what brings you here, Kol?" Greta asked.

Kol's smile faded as the reason for their visit came rushing back. "I need your help," he said. "I've been having these nightmares... visions, headaches, nosebleeds. Ever since I became human."

Greta's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Human?" she repeated like she couldn't believe what she heard. "You?"

Kol nodded, not wanting to get into the details. "Yeah, me. And it's been a nightmare."

Greta shook her head. "I can't believe it," she muttered. "Anyway, come in." She stepped aside to let them in.

They walked into the house, and Greta led them to the living room. "So, tell me everything," Greta said, sitting in an old wooden chair.

Davina and Kol sat on the sofa across from her.

Kol huffed, running a hand through his hair. "It started a few weeks ago. At first, it was just nightmares. I'd wake up all clammy with the images of people I've killed and people I've never even met flashing through my mind. Then, my head feels like it's splitting in two half the time, and I get these nosebleeds out of nowhere. It's been getting worse."