Post by Kol Mikaelson on Dec 30, 2014 21:36:10 GMT -6
It was easy to tell that Davina was fighting sleep as she listened to him talk. Mary Alice had been a strong and important ally and he had failed her. Before he'd even had a chance to figure out how to lift the spell from the house he'd been daggered again. The witch probably thought he betrayed and left her but there had been no way for him to help as he was trapped in a supernatural slumber.
Trapping Mary-Alice and her friend had sent a message to the other witches as had his daggering and many fell in line listening to his brother. Without a strong witch or Original to lead them the revolt and died and Nik had seized control until their father had come to New Orleans. Marcel had used Davina to hold the witches in subjugation since none of them had known how the harvest was meant to work or that Davina truly would be brought back.
Though a witch holding out on her own coven should have annoyed him the fact that she had the strength to stand up to them and say no was what really gained his attention. The witches hadn't needed the extra power but they thought it would help to drive Marcel and his vampires out but there was no amount of magic that would keep them free. Someone would always sprout up and want to control them.
"Rest Davina, it's been a long few days. I've got you love." He whispered softly in her ear feeling her body relax against him as sleep overtook her. For a few minutes he laid there with her enjoying the warmth she seemed to radiate. She was so soft and looked so vulnerable but he knew she was stronger than a paragon diamond.
After letting her sleep for a bit he shifted and got up off the couch and put the dagger and diamond away. Moving back towards the couch he carefully lifted Davina in his arms not wanting to wake her. Leaving the tomb he made sure the door was closed before gently laying her into the passenger seat of his car and strapping her in. The drive to the church was short and soon he was pulling her from the car and carrying her up the stairs to the attic. Laying her down on the bed her bag fell open and he caught sight of the white oak stake. It would be so easy to grab it and disappear but as his gaze moved back to Davina he knew he couldn't. The girl trusted him and when he said he rather liked her it wasn't a lie. Though she said she didn't like him he knew it wasn't true.
"It would be so easy to be the villain everything thinks me to be Davina Claire but you trust me and I rather like you so I won't." Shifting he kissed her forehead before pulling back feeling a presence behind him.
Trapping Mary-Alice and her friend had sent a message to the other witches as had his daggering and many fell in line listening to his brother. Without a strong witch or Original to lead them the revolt and died and Nik had seized control until their father had come to New Orleans. Marcel had used Davina to hold the witches in subjugation since none of them had known how the harvest was meant to work or that Davina truly would be brought back.
Though a witch holding out on her own coven should have annoyed him the fact that she had the strength to stand up to them and say no was what really gained his attention. The witches hadn't needed the extra power but they thought it would help to drive Marcel and his vampires out but there was no amount of magic that would keep them free. Someone would always sprout up and want to control them.
"Rest Davina, it's been a long few days. I've got you love." He whispered softly in her ear feeling her body relax against him as sleep overtook her. For a few minutes he laid there with her enjoying the warmth she seemed to radiate. She was so soft and looked so vulnerable but he knew she was stronger than a paragon diamond.
After letting her sleep for a bit he shifted and got up off the couch and put the dagger and diamond away. Moving back towards the couch he carefully lifted Davina in his arms not wanting to wake her. Leaving the tomb he made sure the door was closed before gently laying her into the passenger seat of his car and strapping her in. The drive to the church was short and soon he was pulling her from the car and carrying her up the stairs to the attic. Laying her down on the bed her bag fell open and he caught sight of the white oak stake. It would be so easy to grab it and disappear but as his gaze moved back to Davina he knew he couldn't. The girl trusted him and when he said he rather liked her it wasn't a lie. Though she said she didn't like him he knew it wasn't true.
"It would be so easy to be the villain everything thinks me to be Davina Claire but you trust me and I rather like you so I won't." Shifting he kissed her forehead before pulling back feeling a presence behind him.