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#1 in Kolvina (5/21/20)
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- Prompt: What if during the Mikaelsson Ball in TVD (S3,Ep.14) , Davina also attended because she was Stefan and Damon's little witch turned vampire sister, there to provide another set of watchful eyes on the Mikaelsons? She happens to meet the infamous Kol and they bond over mutual family issues+Black sheep syndrome. -
DAVINA's POV "I don't like this Damon." I muttered as he handed me a glass of champagne, "We're in way over our heads with this family." I took a tiny sip, carefully surveying the room. Thankfully Elena had heeded Damon's warnings and didn't take Esther up on her offer to chat. With all six Mikaelsons under one roof the last thing we needed was Damon or Stefan getting distracted in their power trip over Elena's safety.
I didn't need to look to feel the full effect of Damon's eye roll, "I think you've said that about seven times in the last ten minutes Davina. Relax. We are just here to check out the cool neighbors nothing more."
His laid-back behavior did little to ease my worries as I scanned the room again. The classical music resonating throughout the house, the mingling, it all seemed like a facade to hide the sinister nature of what really was going on.
I turned back to Damon, only to find him in a hushed conversation with Mayor Lockwood. I tuned out, trying to make sure at least one of us kept track of our enemies, that only seemed to multiply as the night went on. I had seen Klaus flirting with some girl across the room, both Esther and Finn were greeting guests at the door, Elijah was surveying the crowd from the stairwell, his piercing gaze passing over me every once in a while, leaving me feeling exposed, and finally Rebekah was busy trying to gain Matt's favor again. There was five out of six batshit crazy Originals all accounted for.
The last Mikaelson sibling was nowhere to be found. We hadn't tangled with this one yet but his reputation proceeded him as one of the more psychotic members of the family. Even though all of them were pretty insane if you asked me. I always forgot his name..Colton? Collin? Suddenly, a smooth, accented voice rang out, really...really..close behind me,
"Mayor Lockwood. We haven't formally met," I turned towards the speaker, only to see the man lean down and gracefully kiss her hand, "Kol Mikaelson." I was taken aback. This was the psychotic, bloodthirsty maniac that Stefan and Damon had told me about? He was so...
Damon extended his hand with a tight lipped smile, "Damon Salvatore. Have we met?" After over 100 years of putting up with Damon I knew a loaded question when I saw one. He asked innocently enough, but there were less than innocent motives behind it.
Luckily Kol, didn't seem angered by my brothers passive aggressiveness. If anything he matched it with his own condescending tone, "I've met a lot of people, and you don't particularly stand out." If I was in any other situation I might've snorted at the look on Damon's face, but I managed to keep my composure as I finally was met with the full attention of Kol Mikaelson gaze, "And you love?"
