You are not alone

Chapter 9

"But how could I?" Davina asked slowly, not fully believing what she saw.

"I don't know." He was completely shocked. But he had a bit of an inkling. She might have slipped into his mind by accident when she was finishing the link. Or, much worse, their memories were to be shared. All of his secrets and all of his demons, all of that bloodshed, all of thousand years would be laid bare in from of her. He really didn't like that idea.

He stood up and reached for his coat.

"Kol, where are you going?" She asked with a small voice.

"I ... I just ..." He needed to take a walk and he needed to put some distance between them. However impossible that was. But one look at her and he changed his mind. She looked so lost and scared.

He put his jacket back on the sofa and walked back to her.

"I don't know what is wrong with me." She mumbled as he pulled her into a hug. "I can't even trust my own emotions. How much of it is really me and how much is that stupid spell? And who could have that much power to do this? Not to mention that not even you know what exactly that linking spell did."

"I know, I don't like any of this either. You are not the only one asking all those questions." He sighed, "We know next to nothing and I don't trust any of the New Orleans fractions to help us. But I am sure that between the two of us, we will figure it out. In the mean time, you need to sleep."

He picked her up and carried her to her bed. He really hoped she wasn't about to dream some of his worst memories. He stayed by her side until she fell asleep and was about to leave when he abruptly changed his mind. He would't mind a bit of sleep himself and the bed was big enough to fit them both. Besides it would be safer for her – just in case some of his memories hit her in her sleep.

He laid down next to her and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Kol woke up with an unsettling sensation on his neck. Like somebody slit his throat while he slept. He ran his hand over his throat looking for dried blood but found none. He looked over at Davina who was still sleeping soundly.

It didn't make any sense. He would swear there was knife put to his neck. A woman, he remembered a woman that he had never seen before. Her brown hair soaked by the rain. Rain! There was so much rain and wind! But how would that be, the sky was clear, he could see that from the bed. The woman, she had a knife. What was it she said?

"Do you believe in the harvest?" She asked her voice void of any emotion.

"Yes, I believe." He answered. But that didn't seem right. It couldn't have been him.

At that the woman raised the knife and cut his throat open. He didn't fight it, he just let the blood flow and wash away by the rain.

That was when it finally clicked in his head. He was witnessing Davina's memories. The memory of her death to be exact. He shuddered at the overflow of emotions that hit him. He clenched his fists until it hurt to calm them. All of that hurt, betrayal, loneliness and fear. She put up a strong front but inside, she was slowly breaking apart, like an ancient masterpiece. And he now knew how much.

It looked like they had more and more in common. He looked back down on her and was about to lay back down when his phone started buzzing.

He quickly picked it up making sure he didn't wake her, but Davina just rolled over to the other side and continued to sleep. She must have been really tired.

"Yes," He answered with a whisper.

"Where are you?" The voice of one Katherine Pierce came through.