You are not alone

Chapter 5

Davina woke up to Rebekah's voice calling her out: "Davina! Wake up! Come on!"

She reluctantly opened her eyes. She didn't really want to deal with her. She needed to talk to Kol. She could still remember their conversation and the spell she did in her sleep. And more importantly, what that meant.

"What?" She asked groggily.

"Where is he? Where is Kol?" Rebekah asked her frantically. It was just her and Rebekah. Kol was gone. Her eyes scanned the room for any kind of evidence of his presence hoping he left at least something. But there was not even a note. Nothing to be found.

"I don't know. He was carrying me here before I passed out." Davina remembered the dream she had about Kol. He helped her to complete the link and then she woke up. That was it. There was nothing else. Or maybe... She had to try really hard to remember the bits and pieces that were missing. It was as if she was looking at the dream from such a distance, she couldn't see properly. She could barely remember the anger she felt towards him. Now that she was awake, she just accepted him the way he was. Mikaelson and all. She felt drawn to him in the dream as well but for some reason she questioned it. Like it was something bad, something unnatural. But it couldn't have been, because what she had with Kol felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Where would he go?" Rebekah asked, but the question wasn't really directed at Davina, so she didn't bother to answer. She had more pressing issues. She desperately needed to find more information about the binding spell. She needed to figure out what exactly she did. Kol wasn't around and he seemed tightlipped about the entire situation. The only other source of information would be the witches of New Orleans. The same witches that sacrificed her, the same witches she fought all these months and more importantly the same witches with a link to the ancestors that made their feelings very clear.

She might have to risk going back. Just the thought of it made her sick and made her reconsider. Kol was her only other source of information. And she will get what she wants. She will be strong and she will show them all! She was pushed around enough! If they think they can stop her, or control her, they will have another thing coming. She will be stronger than ever before. She won't need anyone to protect her. She will protect her loved ones instead. After all, it shouldn't be that hard since she didn't have that many of them.

Marcel's arrival interrupted her musings. He ran into the room at vampire speed and stopped only when he saw that Davina was conscious. That was also when he noticed Rebekah. However, Kol was nowhere to be found.

"He didn't need any of this, did he?" Marcel asked anger clear on his face.

"What?" Davina asked, quite intrigued about the excuse Kol used to get Marcel out.

Marcel handed her the ingredients and his eyes were watching her every move, making sure that she really was alright and wasn't about to faint again. Davina took one look at the items in front of her and had to suppress a laughter. Kol really was cleaver. The items put together were designed for a simple cloaking spell. Every teenager wanted to learn that. She had first used it as a nine year old to hide her journal.

"It's for a cloaking spell." She said finally, silently congratulating herself for keeping a straight face. "He probably wanted to be alone. I am pretty sure he managed to fix whatever was happening to me."

"Why would he?" Marcel asked her, still very angry, "Davina, what really happen between you? That guy doesn't care about anyone!"

"That guy is my brother!" Rebekah stepped into the conversation getting as angry as he was.

"Yeah, should we mention any other brothers? They are same assholes." Davina just watched. This was what love was? She knew he cared about Cami but the girl he really wanted was Rebekah. It had always been Rebekah. And from what she understood, he was Rebekah's great love as well. So, how could they talk to each other that way? They were fighting over nothing.