Enigma -> K. Mikaelson

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Elijah had returned to us fairly quickly. I stayed out of his and Hayley's conversation but from what I understood, Celeste's spell would work.

The jar was returned to Hayley along with a gentle kiss on the forehead. It only confirmed what I already knew. He had feelings for her.

And judging by the way she looked at him, Hayley had feelings for him, too. Though neither said it at loud.

After escorting Hayley to a cabin in the woods, we parted ways. My flat was supposed to be a welcome sight. But it wasn't.

It felt empty. Cold. Lonely.

Sleep didn't come to me that night. I dreamt of werewolves and vampires. All of whom were after me, and there was no one coming to my rescue. Mostly because I had pushed everyone away.

When I woke up, it was because of a knock on my door. It was noon, I might as well get up. A sigh escaped my lips as I dragged myself out of bed. My mind raced, wondering who was on the other side of the door.

The thought of having to deal with any more vampire or werewolf business tired me out. Yet behind my door was a witch very dear to me and an equally dear human psychiatrist.

I froze at the sight of Davina. Flashes of her slit throat went through my head. But when I looked at her neck, there was nothing there.

Before I could speak, she launched herself into my arms. Her sobs shook her entire body. My eyes locked with Cami's.

She nodded at me with a weak smile, confirming that it was indeed Davina in my arms. And not some figment of my imagination. A single, lone tear fell down my face before I wrapped my arms around her.

I thought that I'd be the ecstatic upon seeing her again. Instead I only felt relief. As if some of the weight on my chest was removed, but not completely gone.

The look on Cami's face is what stopped me. She looked more sad than happy. It could only mean that there was a price to Davina's return.

"Come on, let's get you more comfortable." I mumbled into her hair.

Davina slowly released her grip on me. I led her to the couch where the two of us sat down. Cami gave us some time alone as she prepared tea in my kitchen.

I moved a stray piece of Davina's hair out of her face. "For a second there, I thought I'd never see you again."

Her eyes were red from crying. This wasn't her first time tearing up today. I could see something was wrong upsetting her. Other than the fact that she was dead for a good while.

"I had the same thought, and it was so awful, Liv. When I died, I called out for you. You weren't there but they were." Davina said.

If I could've, I would've gladly taken her place. I'm no stranger to pain and fear. She deserves better than that.

I frowned. "They?"

"The ancestors. They were so angry with me, with the way I misused my magic. They told me that if I do it again, they'd do terrible things to me."

I bit my lip as tears slid down her face. As much as I wanted to tell her that the ancestors can piss off, I knew that wouldn't comfort her.