On his way to Denver, Kol Mikaelson decides to take a detour to New Orleans out of curiosity and little does he know this little visit will change his life forever when he meets Davina who he quickly befriends. Who knew going off course even a littl...
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Davina sighed as she watched the door closed entrapping her in the church attic once more making her feel like a caged animal. She knew it was for her own good to be here, but that didn't mean she liked it. She walked over to the window of the room where she could see the streets of the French Quarter and where she had longed to be. The Dance Festival was is full swing and she wanted nothing more than to be down there moving to the beat. She loved dancing even if she looked like a monkey climbing a rope. She didn't care as along as she got lost in rhythm was all she needed.
Breaking her eyes away from the scene, Davina walked over to a table that had a picture frame that held the face of her mom...no mother. She picked it up wondering how her mother could turn in to the monster she was when she had been so loving until that dreadful night. Disgusted by the face, she flung the frame across the room causing it hit the wall making the glass shatter into many little shards. Rolling her eyes at her messy actions, she walked over to clean up the mess. She did not need the risk of cutting herself no when so many vampires were surrounding this place like her own little body guards.
Once the floor was glass free, she picked up the picture and walked over to the bed kneeling down to pull out a container that held reminders of her old life. She opened it placing the picture inside as she no longer wanted to look at it and pushed the container back underneath the bed. She picked herself up then sat down on the soft surface of the bed as her mind was filled with memories.
Eight weeks ago from this very day, her life was normal as she and her friends were getting ready for the harvest, going to school and worrying about which boys they were crushing on and that night happened. One by one the girls throats, were harshly slit open with their blood spilling out on their white dresses. Davina could remember pleading to her mother to help her and watched her mother's eyes turn cold as she turn her face away as if she was nothing and seconds later beings forced their ways into the cemetery snapping and biting into the necks of the witches who were gathered there and some of them had their hearts ripped from their chest. She then watched horrified as Monique's throat was slit and she could feel the man's hands around her arms tightening as she struggled to get away when Marcel looked at her and she felt her strength and will to fight returned to her so she threw her head back hitting the man in the nose when Marcel flashed forward killing her captive before gathering in her arms when she felt the power latch on being as it was always missing. Then Marcel whisked her always bringing her here and stayed with her the rest of the night trying to calm her down. She remembered going to the bathroom and washed her hand repeatedly as if she was trying wash away the magic as she didn't want it. She washed and washed her hands until Marcel broke her away because she had made her hands almost raw.
That was when Marcel promised to keep her safe at all cost because he would be "damned" if something would happened to her again. To say things went smoothly afterward would be a lie. They did butt heads a few times since after all she was a teenager and he was 100 years old or more older than her. She often would get upset that he would not let her out when she asked, but that did not stop her from taking things in to her own hands. She would sneak out when she knew he would not be back for quite sometimes and he did catch her once which caused him to leash on the bodyguards, but she did make a friend in one of those vamps who would help her get out when she asked. And she had also been working on her magic as well. She had read through her entire family's grimoire practicing whatever she could and she did love her magic much more now yet she still had a lot to learn.
