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Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 19:38:12 GMT -6
Davina had been eyeing him as if she wanted to say something for hours. He'd given her a glimpse of his past knowing his family would use it against him to drive the two apart. He needed Davina now more than ever with his luck Nik had already told his Mum he was ever the disloyal son but she was using him as everyone had tired to in his life. Never would he be control and held under thumb by anyone, not even his Mum.
"Am I really that interesting to look at or is there something you want to know?" Raising a brow he was curious at why she kept staring at him. There seemed to be curiosity in her eyes and questions rolling around that brain of hers. "You saw but you don't understand do you?" He asked knowing she wasn't very skilled at taking the power or memories offered especially since she seemed to be looking for something specific but what he didn't know.
"I've heard of this game, perchance you've heard of it, twenty questions? You have questions, I have answers and you seemed to be seriously lacking in trust at the moment." Which he couldn't really blame him for since he'd lied to her about who exactly he was.
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 19:54:11 GMT -6
Davina was shaken from her thoughts by Kol's offer to play twenty questions with her. Looking into his eyes, she tried once again to find answers as to who he was now. He was the most complicated person she had ever known, having led a life of evil and sin only to be killed and resurrected into a new body. Was he still the monster she had seen in those flashes of memories or had he discovered the goodness she knew lay beneath it all?
A small smile crossed her face as Kol mentioned her distrust of him. He wasn't angered by that fact, much to his credit. She half expected him to try and throw his assistance to her and her friends up as proof that she should be able to trust him. He was going to let her make up her own mind and she greatly respected him for that fact.
"Twenty questions sounds good to me and you can even ask me some questions too. If you have any I mean."
Thinking back to the memories that she had witnessed she first began to wonder how it was that he came to be the evildoer she had seen in his mind's eye.
"You seem like you were a lot like Klaus, when you were a vampire I mean. Were you close with him?"
Davina couldn't imagine anyone being close with Klaus. He was always so guarded, so closed off from the world and everyone in it.
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 20:17:49 GMT -6
The questions swirling through her mind were almost a visible thing and she seemed to sift through them to decide what was worth asking and what wasn’t worthy of being one of her twenty questions. In truth he more than likely wouldn’t be keeping count. What did she want to know? There was much of his past he hadn’t told anyone good and bad alike.
He had half a mind to remind Davina what he’d already done for her and why he should be trusted but he had the feeling that would come back to bite him in the ass. Everything always seemed to come back around to how he’d lied, how he wasn’t who she thought he was. Oddly he was everything she thought he was minus the name anyway. Who he’d been was something else altogether though.
“Well I do like to ask questions.” He was curious about Davina as well, he knew of her line of witches and a few of her ancestors.
For a moment the young witch seemed far away in thought either trying to phrase her question or thinking back on the flashes of the past that she’d seen. Not all had been pleasant and most painted him in a rather unappealing light.
The first question Davina asked caught him off guard not expecting to be asked about his brother. “I was once close with all my siblings but that was before we were turned. Henrik, who was our youngest brother was my best friend along with Rebekah. Klaus as I could function together and we’re mean to one another but we were never all that close. We cared a secret once.”
Looking at Davina he thought for a moment. All the questions that seemed to flash through his mind were rather personal and had to do with the Harvest and her other girls so he opted against those. “Why do you hate my brother so much? I mean there isn’t much to like but still.”
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 20:31:14 GMT -6
Davina took in what Kol said about his past; about being closest to their youngest brother Henrik and Rebekah before they were turned into vampires. She could definitely see being close to Rebekah. She was the easiest of the originals to get along with from what she knew of her.
When Kol asked about her hatred of Klaus, Davina almost winced. She thought of the pain that Klaus had brought to her in his efforts to use her for her powers.
"Klaus uses everyone he needs by force. He killed me once by compelling my, uh, friend Tim to poison me if I didn't comply with his wishes and join his really messed up family. He could use all that power to help people, to make our community better but instead he wants to be a dictator and force everyone into submission. He has to be stopped."
Davina breathed deeply after she explained her reasons for wanting Klaus dead, trying to control the anger she felt over his actions. He was a tyrant, seeking only power.
Davina shifted in her seat and cocked her head to the side slightly. There was a question that had been burning in her mind and now was the time to get answers.
"At the cabin you told me you had just as much reason to hate your family as I do. So, what are your reasons for hating them?"
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 20:50:42 GMT -6
Most older siblings would have resented the birth of a younger sibling but Henrik had been like a gift for Kol. Yes he’d been dotted on until Henrik had been born but then that meant he wasn’t the youngest and always being picked on as much as well. The two had learned and grown together and Nik’s stupid actions had ended that. Despite his love for Nik everything had changed the day he carried Henrik’s dead body into the village.
As Davina answered his question about why she hated Klaus he nodded in agreement but something seemed to be lying beneath the surface, something she wasn’t tell him. Yes Nik was a pushy, violent ass who demanded to be listened to. He’d been that way pretty much since he’d found his father dead in the woods.
“Nik is incredibly smart in the art of war along with, art and manners. Though he tends to be the evil genius in other people’s stories. He caused pain and suffering to get what he wants because he knows no other way it’s been that way for a very long time.” When Davina said he had to be stopped he nodded in agreement.
The young witch cocked her head at him as if he were something she didn’t fully understand before asking her next question. Raising his hand he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well my Mum turned me into a vampire which took away my magic. My brother Finn wanted us all dead for centuries, my father actively tried to kill us over the centuries. Elijah, Rebekah and Nik…well they rejected me. It was always the three of them forever and always.”
Pausing he took in a deep breath, “I wanted to be included but much as my Mum now Nik just wanted to control us, Elijah and Rebekah always picked Nik over me. No matter how much torture he put them through both stood by his side.” Bitter laughter welled up inside of him, “It just became easier to be on their bad side rather than their good, at least then they cared even if it were only to put a dagger through my heart.”
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 21:10:23 GMT -6
Davina frowned as Kol explained to her the reasons he hated his family so much. She couldn't blame him for his hatred, she understood it as much as anyone would. Her mother had controlled and ultimately tried to sacrifice her in the pursuit of power and her father had rejected and abandoned her from the moment she was born. Her extended family, her coven, had lied to her and hunted her before her death at the harvest and rejected her once her throat had been slit and they no longer needed her. Yes, she understood what it meant to hate family.
Davina was a bit surprised that Kol didn't have another question for her but she dismissed it. He had probably researched her past and, most likely, knew just as much about her as she did.
Sitting up straighter, Davina realized she was actually beginning to enjoy this game. To jer, Kol was still a mystery but one she planned to solve. She took a few moments to decide on what her next question should be. She might not get the chance to delve into the secret life of an original and she intended to make each question count.
"How many times were you daggered and for how long?"
Davina knew Kol had been daggered and kept in a box at Klaus' hand. She had seen the same thing done to Elijah when the original family had first come to New Orleans.
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 21:30:03 GMT -6
It was strange to talk about himself since it was rare anyone every asked. Everyone in Mystic Falls had immediately seen him as the bad guy because he was a Mikaelson so he’d continued that thought and the path of bad boy. Davina was the first to truly ask him about himself and he found he couldn’t not answer her.
Thinking of his own past left him little time to think of what to ask Davina about her own but he did want to learn more about her. She had long since stopped being Davina the witch his Mum wanted him to get close to. She was a strong person who had been through must. In truth he saw a lot of himself in her and that made him like her all the more.
Davina straight up slightly and he could tell she was enjoying this little game between though as much as it was a game it was also a very serious matter of truth. They weren’t playing for anything other than trust, she felt she couldn’t trust him because she didn’t know him so now she learn anything she wished to about him.
When she asked about how many times and for how long he’d been daggered he sucked in a breath. “More times than anyone else and for longer as well. I’ve spent centuries in a box in a magical slumber because Nik couldn’t control me. Though if you wish for a number I stopped counting a five.”
The dagger had been used on him far more than five times but it had been hard for him to keep track of them all along with all the time he’d miss. “The Feast, the only person to give you a gift had been Nik. If you could have gotten a gift from anyone who would it have been?” Yes he’d seen a lot while dead dividing his time between New Orleans and Mystic Falls.
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 21:58:35 GMT -6
Davina shrunk into the couch a little, taken aback about Kol's question about the feast day where she had been publicly humiliated by Genevieve for standing against her coven. Furrowing her brow, she thought for a moment about all the people who had been at the party and which one she would have best liked to receive a gift from.
"I would've liked to have gotten a gift from Cami. She's a good friend of mine and one of the strongest people I've ever known. She's lost so many people in her life and has been stuck in the middle of every supernatural war there has been lately. And through it all, she has been so brave."
Davina thought of Cami as the older sister she never had as a child. Through everything Klaus had put her through, Cami had always tried to protect her even though she had no powers to speak of.
It took a moment for Davina to recover from her thoughts of that night, her memories of Monique and how much she had changed since coming back during the reaping. She and Monique had once been more like sisters than just friends. Where had all that gone wrong?
Taking a deep breath, Davina looked up at Kol and thought of her next question. Her thoughts turned to the events leading up to Kol's death.
"Who was the girl and boy who killed you and what had you done to them to make them hate you so much?"
Davina hadn't wanted to bring up the evil things he had done but she knew she had to uncover the ugly truth of his past.
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 22:20:20 GMT -6
It was obvious the question wasn’t one she’d expected but then again it wasn’t something he should know about since he’d been dead at the time. “Sorry when dead you see a lot of things and take notice of a few things.” No one should be humiliated like that and he’d been in her position more times than she would know. The outsiders getting what was left instead of what they deserved.
“Cami, pretty blond, Mikael took a bite out of her?” When Davina nodded he nodded back, “Ah.” He said understanding now why she was so in a rush to track Nik and get Mikael under control. Davina hadn’t anyone other than Marcel until his family had come into town and Marcel had gotten close to Cami allowing Davina to get close to her as well.
“Losing people is a sad part of life. Even those of us with immortality or those of who had it still lose people close to us.” It had been part of the reason he’d closed himself off, Henrik had died but Elijah, Rebekah and Nik had left him long ago without death occurring.
Davina was quiet for a while and he thought he’d ruined their game, her face was sad so he knew whatever she was thinking wasn’t pleasant. “Sorry love, bad question.” Reaching up he rubbed the back of his neck and released as sigh.
After she took a breath her next question came and he gave her an odd look. He hadn’t been expecting that question at all, nor was his death something he particularly cared to relive. “Elena and Jeremy Gilbert. Elena is some distant ancestor or something to Katherine, really annoying whiny girl. Jeremy was one of the five hunters, their job was to keep a being called Silas from rising. Only a hunter could find him.”
He made as face as Davina asked what he’d done, “Well nothing much just tried to kill Jeremy or cut off his arm to keep Silas from being found. Turns out they used my death to finish his mark to find Silas. Turned into bad news, I laughed in death really since I had tried to warn them. Silas was the first immortal being, psychic, powerful, feed on blood and well he wasn’t easy to kill.” He’d tried to stop Silas from rising and it had gotten him killed, of all the reasons to die he’d died on the right side of things for a change.
“Why do you still trust Marcel after he did nothing but use you?”
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 22:37:15 GMT -6
Davina shook her head at Kol as he apologized for asking about the party. "It's fine. I just didn't think you knew about that." She nodded as he explained how much he saw in death. So had he been keeping an eye on her or was he keeping an eye on Klaus? The truth was she had wanted to believe Klaus that night when he told her that he was extending her a peace offering and that Josh had nothing to fear from him. Her hopes had been crushed though the moment Klaus bit Josh for her hesitation in helping him. That and his attempt to kill Marcel had been the last straw for her and had solidified her decision to raise Mikael from the dead.
Davina nodded as Kol explained to her about Silas and the powers he held. While she had no idea how evil of a being he was, she understood well how much power could corrupt people. Kol had been killed because he was trying to do the right thing for the first time in his life from what she gathered. Although attempting to cut off someone's arm was a horrible way to go about doing it.
Kol's question about Marcel made her mouth stretch into a small smile. She had expected this question simply because she knew how much Kol appreciated loyalty. "Marcel stood up for me when nobody else would. The night of the harvest, I begged my mother to save me while the other girls were being slaughtered so the coven could gain full access to their power. My own mother turned away from me. Marcel saved my life that night and, while he did use me for my powers, he did everything he could to keep me safe. He is and always will be my family."
Davina wasn't sure if Kol understood why she cared about Marcel so much but she didn't care. They had formed a bond over the months she had been stuck in the attic at St. Anne's church and that bond was something she simply couldn't allow to die.
"You said you killed my spell because you like me. If it had come down to it, would you have killed me that night?"
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 23:07:02 GMT -6
“I know a lot of things darlin’. The Other Side was a rather boring place before it collapses so watching the world of the living was all I had.” Which was true, most of the dead were not people he wanted to see such as his Mum and Finn and now they were back alive and together as one big dysfunctional family.
The whole thing with Silas seemed like a life time ago and watching Elena and Bonnie find happiness again had made him sick as he rotted away on the Other Side. Everyone had people to morn them, to miss them. Even Enzo, Vicki and Anna still had people who at least thought of them and he had…well he’d had three siblings that seemed to have forgotten his existence.
Despite his great dislike for Marcel he listened to what Davina had to say. Much like Nik had done for him Marcel had saved another, given them a better life and then used them to farther himself. The boy really had learned much from his brother given he had been running the Quarter. Of course Marcel had really, really hurt his sister so not all was forgiven at all. “Nik stood up for Marcel when no one else was there, he took him in, made him stronger and forged him into the man he is today. My brother wasn’t always cruel but he also doesn’t like when people get what he wants.” Family was something he didn’t feel like he’d had in centuries.
Thinking back to the night in question he frowned slightly. Would he have changed his decision if he knew then what he knew now? No, Davina needed his help whether she knew it or not and in the same turn he needed her as well. “Would I change my decision so you could kill Nik and then be killed by my Mum? No, like I said love, I rather like you.”
He always had so many question about Davina and yet now that he was placed on the spot his mind was blank. “Did you really wish death on the remaining members of your coven?” It was strange to think that the girl in front of him could be so full of vengeance, himself yes, that was just a part of him but someone her age should never feel such rage and blood lust.
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 16, 2014 23:22:16 GMT -6
Davina listened as Kol explained to her that all he had was to watch the living when he was on the other side. She frowned thinking that it must have been a very lonely existence for him; although it was quite preferable to the torment she had received at the hands of her ancestors when she had been dead herself. The only person she had ever told about what had happened had been Cami. She had not even been able to bring herself to tell Marcel about it, even when he had asked her. Instead she lied to him and said there had been a cold nothingness while she had been on the other side. There was no communing or being embraced and taught magical mysteries by the people who were her family. Instead there was only misery.
A small smirk stretched Davina's lips when Kol told her he would not have killed her. Part of her wanted to believe that it was because they were bonded and that he cared for her but another, nagging, little part of herself said it was because he wanted nothing more than to use her for her powers, just as everyone else did.
Scooting closer to Kol on the couch, Davina looked deeply into his eyes searching for more answers that she needed to know.
"When we first met, was everything a big lie? Was it just a job to you when we kissed or did your mother tell you to do that? What about your line about thinking you'd have the honir of making me fall head over heels?"
Yes the question was probably a very cliché thing to ask and there were probably more important things she should be asking. Questions like how many people had he killed but she needed to know if what she had felt for the short time they had been together was real for him, as it had been for her. Or had it all been an act simply to worm his way into her good graces?
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 16, 2014 23:46:20 GMT -6
There was a small smirk on Davina’s lips which caused him to raise a brow in question. In truth he enjoyed making her smile or laugh not that she would believe it. He didn’t want to kill her, he didn’t want to hurt her but he always ended up hurting the people he cared for most.
As Davina moved closer to him he licked his lips looking over at her before taking her hand in his. The little witch began firing off question after question and he could hardly focus on one from the other. “That was more than one question darlin’.”
Thinking back to when they had first met he wasn’t sure how best to answer the questions asked nor had he been keeping up with her questions to know how many she’d asked. “My name was lie but no darlin’ everything I told you about my family, myself, my travels and magic that was all true and very much me.” That was only one of the three questions answered as he tried to remember what the other ones were.
“My Mum didn’t tell me to do anything other than to get close to you. Finn and my Mum believed that I was getting too close to you, they wanted me to back off.” Which was a problem since he really did rather like Davina and she was one of the few that actually treated him like a human being.
“Oh darlin’ that line would be all me and I rather meant it. It’s been a long time since I’d had anyone to play the charming card for. I wasn’t always a monstrous beast after all love.” Leaning forward he moved to kiss her again but she leaned back away from him. Yeah, not that he could blame her for that either. Sighing he leaned back on his spot of the couch.
“Davina…I’ve killed a lot of people, I’ve done a lot of very bad things, I’m an Original after all. I like to think that was in the past. After a lot of…harsh events I blocked away a part of my humanity, it didn’t come back until I came back as a human.” She didn’t ask but he thought she should probably know, he wasn’t perfect, he was damaged, they all were.
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 17, 2014 0:11:16 GMT -6
Davina nodded at Kol's words about their first meeting and their interactions afterwards. He was the first person she had connected with since Tim's passing. If she were totally honest with herself she had connected more with Kol than she had even with Tim. She smiled as she thought of how they had talked at Rousseau's and the first kiss they had shared, of the jolt of electricity that flowed through her the moment their lips touched.
Realizing she had been lost in her thoughts, Davina shook her head of the thoughts and looked back up at Kol. She laughed a little as Kol told her how he had enjoyed being charming towards her and that he had not always been a monster. She knew that he hadn't and that he had goodness inside him still. She didn't think he believed it but she could see it in his eyes when she looked at him and in the way that he kept putting himself in harm's way to protect her. He had even taken on his father in order to try and protect her from his wrath. True enough it hadn't gone very well but it was the thought that counted.
When she saw him move towards her, she instinctively leaned back. As much as she wanted to kiss him, to be kissed by him, she couldn't bring herself to allow him in again, not just yet at least. Reaching out a hand, she cupped his cheek, a sad smile forming on her lips.
"You've been through so much Kaleb," Davina winced slightly at her inability to say Kol's real name. "I know there's goodness in you, whether you know it or not."
Leaning back once again, Davina looked down at her lap. She had made up her mind about Kol. She would trust him enough to work with him but anything further would have to wait, as much as she didn't want it to. Sighing deeply she looked at him, not knowing how many questions she had asked him. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?"
Post by Kol Mikaelson on Nov 17, 2014 0:37:15 GMT -6
It was strange to telling someone so much, to be bearing his soul in a sense. He didn’t tell her everything, he would never tell anyone everything but he answered the questions she asked told her exactly what he had been, a monster. The strangest part to him was that Davina was actually listen, she wasn’t interrupting or ignoring him. She cared about the answers to the questions she asked.
A lot had changed since the first day he actually met Davina, watching her and meeting her were two very different things. He’d followed Klaus and Rebekah and seen what had become of Davina’s ‘friend’ Tim. Knew the boy had been more than a friend or at least that Davina had wanted him to be. When he met her he thought she was just a powerful witch, one who would make a good ally but it was different now. The two of them shared a connection that was strange and incredibly strong even if Davina did want to deny it.
Despite her rejection he understood, he wasn’t the guy she thought he was. Though in truth he was the same guy for the most part just with a very violent and dark past. But the past was different he was still somewhat the same.
“I’ve been alive for centuries Davina, a good portion of that being spent in a box but our past shapes our future and I need a better one.” It there was even a future to be had. Esther would likely find a way to separate his spirit from his body should she find out how far he really had turned on her.
A small smirk appeared on his face as she asked if he had anything else he wanted to ask. “Love I want to know everything about you but I’ve never been too good at coming up with questions.”