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.”

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.”

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.

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?”

“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.

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.