We're more than friends

Chapter 9

3rd person POV

Kol and Davina were walking peacefully hand in hand enjoying their walk in a little town in the south of France. The smell of butter overwhelmed their senses as they walked in the little corner bakery. A few minutes later, they walked out with a bag filled with chocolate eclairs. Hand in hand, they continued their walk back to their house.

As they were turning a corner, Davina dropped down yelling in pain. Her hands cupping her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. Kol instantly kneeled to her side placing his hands on hers, trying to get a glimpse of her face.

"Davina!? Davina!? What's wrong?"

Davina, with all her strength looked up and blood was oozing out of all her orifices. Her skin was pale and her breathing irregular. kol looked up, noticing the crowd, which had amassed around them. Most had shocked or appalled looks on their faces. Soon enough, he noticed a retreating form. He was about to stand up and follow it but was stopped by a thrashing Davina.

"Kol" She whimpered.

His gaze immediately went back to his wife. Her heartbeat was slowing down. If he didn't do anything soon, she would die. With that frightening thought, he picked Davina up bridal style and pushed through the crowd. When they were away from prying eyes, Kol vamp sped to their modest apartment with a sea-view.

Once inside, Kol laid an unconscious Davina gently on their king-sized bed. Hovering over her, Kol concentrated on her heartbeat. Gradually it got stronger and steadied. He let out a breath he had been holding since she collapsed on the cold street floor and walked to the bathroom. He wet a cloth with warm water and walked back to tend to his wife.

Carefully, he wiped the blood off her face and neck. Brushing her bloodied strands of hair away from her face. He then proceeded to take off her blood-stained top, wiping the odd blood drops off her chest. Once she was clean, Kol walked over to the dresser and pulled out his grey shirt Davina loved so much and comfortable shorts. Delicately he dressed his wife then tucked her in bed. He crawled in right next to her, wrapping an arm around her whilst placing a soft kiss at the top of her head.

Laying on his back, Kol replayed the events leading to Davina's collapse. He remembered the look on the crowd's face, they couldn't have done it. Then he remembered that woman not fazed at all by the event that had taken place. But who was she? She must be a witch, but why would she attack another witch? It was then that Kol had made his decision. He turned his gaze to his sleeping wife, kissed her temple then whispered It's time to go home, love.

Hope's POV

Explain the history of the hybrid curse, how it came to be and how it was broken. (1000 words)

As I was writing down my answer to my history of magic test, the teacher walked up to me and handed me a note.

"You've been summoned to the headmaster's office." Mr. Wilson whispered. "Gather up all your things. He says it's important."

Hurriedly, I threw my pencil case in my bag along with my notepad and exited the room as quietly as possible, leaving behind my unfinished essay on the desk. I practically jogged to Doctor Saltzman's office thinking there was a new monster attack or that there was a new MG sighting. What I didn't expect, however, was my aunt Freya in the office, sitting on the chair opposite Alaric.

"Aunt Freya?" I asked all giddy when I saw her.

"Hope!" She said standing up with a smile.

"Are you really here or are you just astral projecting?" I asked, taking a step back. The idea of her not really being here sobering me up.