vicissitude
[vi-sis-i-tood,]
noun
1.
a change or variation occurring in the course of something-
"Over two hundred years we have both endured so much vicissitude, most because of each other. Overall it was never a clear cut good or bad, but I wouldn...
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"Hey I'm back " Davina announces as she enters the room with bags in her arms.
"Hey D where've you been?" I ask the blue eyed witch when she enters the church attic I have spent the last two days in.
"Just getting something for our bratty hunter over here." She tells me referring to the vampire hunter she has been maintaining lately.
"It's your faults for keeping me cooped up in here instead of putting me to work on the task of ending klaus' life." The man who sometimes acts more like a toddler than a thousand year old dead guy complains once again.
"Hey V have you by any chance moved like anywhere in the last two days." She raises an eyebrow seeing me in sat in the same general area that I was in when she left.
"Ha ha very funny, I'll have you know I have moved. From the spell books to the practice area that is." Davina laughs at my confession.
"Well I met this guy today, and he said he knew you. Then he invited us for a coffee date what do you say." She sits in the chair next to me with a smile.
"Davina..." I whine not wanting to get distracted by anything especially a guy.
"Aw come on please, I gave him your number and everything."
"Davina!" I tell her off shocked at her actions with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, ok. His name's kaleb and he's really nice come on." Davina persists trying to convince me. I remember the blond I had recently met in quite an odd manner.
"You won't stop until I give will you." Davina grins at me when the words of giving in leave my mouth. She then proceeds to take my hands and lift me from the desk much to my inconvenience. I groan partially in regret before taking some of the clothes I had brought to the church with me and go to get changed in a private corner we have.
"Instead of doing your witchy stuff so I can finally kill my son you are going in a date. Really?" Mikeal rolls his eyes while adding himself in the conversation reminding us he was here.
"You know what he's right I should stay." Davina shakes her head at my words and takes a piece of tape from the desk.
"We're in charge here not you, so I recommend you shut up and let us have some fun or you'll be getting worst than tape and temporary jail." Davina sasses at the man before using a piece of tape on his mouth to keep him from talking.
~~~*~~~ "I cannot believe we went all the way over there just to get stood up. I told you this was a bad idea D." I sigh putting my bag down when we finally arrive back at the attic. We were received by a mumbling, annoyed mikeal still taped together.
"I'm sorry V I thought he was nice." Davina sighs not hiding how let down she is.
"It's fine D I didn't want to hang out with any guy any ways." I try to reassure her with a small smile and pat on her shoulder. Davina opens her mouth as if to say something but hesitates before closing it again. I look at her confused as she takes the tape off mikeals mouth, I'm curious as to what she was going to say but decide not to ask.
"My horrid second youngest son." Mikeal says the moment Davina takes off the tape. Which by the way is a horrible idea, his silence is one of the best things to have happened in this room.
"What?" Davina asks him now confused.
"The answer to your mental query witch, Kol Mikealson." Mikeal looks at me with a devious smirk while I glare at him for mentioning the name.
"Look Davina just don't listen to him alright, nothing that comes out of him mouth is useful." My eyes soften when I look over at her desperate for the conversation topic to change.
"Oh don't tell me you haven't told your witch twin about the dearest part of your past." Mikeal continues. "I must say I'm disappointed, how could you ever go against your beloved ko-"
I rush over to the age old vampire and place a hand on his neck looking into his cruel blue eyes with my now red furious ones. "I recommend you stop talking before I rip off your vocal cords and never again allow you to speak again." I threaten him before walking away slowly and menacingly. I turn around to find Davina staring back at me with wide eyes. My gaze shifts to apologetic at the young girl, as I begin to walk over.
"Vera what's going on. What's he taking about, and why does it have to do with you." I open my mouth to answer the million questions running through her Davina's head but once again get interrupted by an infuriating pest.
"You see witch number weak many, many years ago witch number wannabe over here-" I cut him off by snapping his neck with my magic. They might not actually be related but attitude wise he really is Niklaus' father. Persistent and out to ruin
"Vera, tell me. Please." Davina begs me ignoring my patience, or rather lack there of.
"Davina remember when I told you why I was helping you out in this whole Niklaus thing?" I ask her with a deep breath ready to confess my past to the girl.
Davina nods slowly urging me to continue. "Well not only did they tear away my happiness, but they supplied it."
