Holding On To You

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Hello everyone after several long months. I apologize for my absence, but low and behold I am back and determined to finish this glory of a story of mine. (Sorry I love this story to pieces. I have written many over my lifetime, and none has had a grip on me like this one).

A gentle reminder that this story does not follow certain storylines of the two shows. I rewrote the series in a way. So enough gibber jabber, I am sure that you are all wondering what is going to happen to Kol. So on, we go.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Who the hell are you?

Those were the icy words that escaped the blond's pale lips and slithered down her spine to her toes. Toes that were dangling several inches from the ground. Davina gasped for air as she pulled at the hand around her neck. But her actions only caused the fingers to tighten, and she could feel the tips of nails on her flesh. There was a flash, and Klaus appeared at their side, his blue eyes glaring at Rebekah.

"Put her down," Klaus demanded to Rebekah who only shook her head.

"Not until we get some answers, Nik," Rebekah sneered at her older brother tightening her grip even more. Davina pulled at the hand that moved to press against her windpipe. Small dots began dancing around Davina's vision as she watched Rebekah's turn bloodthirsty with veins snaking up to her cheeks. She gasped trying to say a word that would help her, but its drowned along with her oxygen.

"I will not tell you again, Rebekah," Klaus said glancing to Davina's rapidly whitening face. "Put the poor girl down." He said adding a bit of darkness to his tone.

"I want to know who she is," Rebekah snapped at her brother turning her blue gaze back to Davina who was now struggling to breathe. "Nor, am I getting an answer."

"The reason you are not getting an answer, little sister, is because you are holding the poor as a hostage against the wall. Perhaps, if you want an answer, you should put her down. And do so, before I have to explain to our dear brother why Davina is no longer living," Nik hisses to Rebekah whose eyes widen at his mere words.

"When he wakes up? Nik, you told me downstairs that white oak stake was used on Kol," Rebekah reminded him shaking her head. "Do you not what happened to Finn when Matt staked him? He is no longer with us. And why do you care what happens to her? Or Kol for that matter. Kol is not one to care about such things, you know." Rebekah added with a frown loosening her grip a bit around Davina's neck, but still had her pinned to the wall by the throat.

"Kol cares a lot more than you think," Davina said, her voice raspy from the chokehold she was currently in.

Rebekah's eyes shifted to Davina and narrowed to icy slits. "You speak as if you know our brother." She said accusingly.

"I do know him," Davina pressed while air rushed into her burning lungs as the dots in her sight began to fade away. "I also know that you are only being protective, but I am not the one who harmed Kol tonight, so please put me down," She ordered softly to the blonde. Rebekah looked to Klaus who only gave a slight nod encouraging her to go through with the action. She gave one final look to Davina placing her back on the ground. Rebekah took a deep breath taking a step back from the wall. She turned around to speak to Nik, but her gaze fell on to Kol's still being. She blinked rapidly feeling the burning of tears as she walked over to her brother's bedside taking his hand into hers.

"He's so cold," Rebekah said in a broken whisper, before covering her mouth with her free hands and her tears rolled freely down her cheek. She quickly wiped them away as she turned to Nik who appeared by her side placing a comforting hand on to her shoulder. "Is he really going to be okay?" She asked him looking at him through wet lashes.