Chapter Ten: A Preposition
Davina looked up hearing her phone ring. A brown, sculptured eyebrow rose as she stood and walked to where she had placed her phone. She looked at it, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. The caller ID was Kol Mikaelson. She looked over at Kol who had fallen asleep in another chair in the attic. She glanced over at Kol who had drifted off in a different chair. She sat on the bed careful not to disturb the two doppelgangers. She pressed the green button and held the phone to her ear. She was tense, scared. Someone had found her. Someone had taken Kol’s phone. Someone knew who she was.
“Hello?” she asked softly, innocently.
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Elena tensed hearing Davina’s voice on the other line. She swallowed slightly harder than normal. She couldn’t have her best friend die. Not again. Not ever. She loved Bonnie with all her might. Elena sighed softly glancing at the unconscious Katherine. Caroline was still trying to heal her but she wouldn’t take vampire blood and they couldn’t bring her to a regular hospital. Something had to be supernaturally wrong with her.
“Davina Claire?” Bonnie asked. Her voice was steady like a beating drum. It was persistent. Davina immediately knew she was talking to a confident person. A person who knew how to get their way, supernatural abilities added or not. Davina twirled a piece of hair between her fingers, a nervous habit she had accomplished the past months.
“You must be Bonnie Bennett,” Davina said slowly. She recognized the voice from her dreams.
“And you have to be the witch plotting against Klaus,” Bonnie said. Davina swallowed hard again. She didn’t enjoy being cornered like this. She didn’t enjoy it at all. It was unnerving. She let out a soft sigh glancing at the plain walls of the church attic. There had to be something… some sense of familiarity that would make her strong against speaking with Bonnie. Speaking with the girl who knew her biggest secret.
“It’s not a plot,” Davina said once she calmed down enough to speak. Bonnie glanced at Damon who rolled his eyes letting out a silent scoff.
“Yeah right,” Damon said into the phone taking it from Bonnie. Bonnie was about to object but Elena’s headshake stopped her. She knew that Davina needed to speak with someone who wasn’t a witch. Someone who wasn’t a possible enemy.
Davina frowned hearing Damon’s voice. She shifted uncomfortably again. Many times, she dreamed of the tall dark haired Italian vampire of the American Civil War Era. She recognized the voice of course. Soft as black velvet. Sing-song-y in a way and rather arrogant. He knew what he wanted and got it when he wanted it. Most of the time, give or take. Davina let out a silent sigh. She looked at Kol again. She wanted him to wake up but she cared, at least slightly, for the younger brother of Elijah. She didn’t want to wake him, not when he deserved sleep. But she was far from good at talking to her opponents, and she knew that. She was pretty sure everybody knew that. She hoped this Damon Salvatore didn’t however. If he knew… She knew what he did to people that anger him. Whether he was stronger or weaker there would always be effort. Effort that Davina could not help but admire. But also, effort Davina had to fear. If he was so motivated in his previous actions there was nothing stopping him from making a move against her.
“Why do you care, Damon Salvatore?” she asked. Damon smirked. She knew him. He couldn’t help but feel important when an enemy of his he hadn’t met yet knew his name. Perhaps it was a guess, perhaps it was someone telling her what to say, but nonetheless she knew his name. A name meant everything. A name could get someone so far ahead. Names were powerful weapons.
“You have something of mine, Davina Claire,” he replied darkly. She frowned ever so slightly more. She shook her head looking at the doppelgangers.
