Davina's POV:

Rushing into my study, I quickly brush off the belongings that were on the metal table to lay down Kol's brother, Klaus.

"You didn't tell me you were planning on killing him," I murmur to Kol, who's rushing behind me as we're in my apartment.

"He's not dead! I daggered him, Davina," Kol crosses his arms across his chest, "But I guess you could consider him dead since he won't be waking up." He deadpans and I roll my eyes, lying Klaus' breathless body onto the table.

"I wasn't a part of--" I pause. "I know I was there, but I didn't know about your plan to dagger Klaus." I turn to face Kol, folding my arms over my chest.

"To be fair, I did not even know I was going to dagger anyone." Kol smirks.

"And what gives you a free pass to dagger someone?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.

He takes a step closer to me, taking hold of my hand.

"I chose to. I do whatever I want to anyone," His brown eyes lock into my own, and I swallow.

"Why so angry, Davina Claire?" He asks, curiosity striking his dark brown eyes.

"You might've just started a war between you and your own family," I warn, stepping away from him, pulling my hand gently away from his.

"Davina Claire, we were not considered a family ever since they turned against me," His voice is serious, but I can manage catching the hurt he's suppressing.

"Why did he dagger you in the first place?" I spill, curious.

In return, Kol takes in a sharp breath and locks his eyes on his brother's cold, still body.

I turn around and glance at Klaus' body myself, a hint of guilt streaming throughout my veins from what occurred just minutes ago at the Mikaelson's.

"I was not exactly the innocent type back then, Davina Claire," He admits, quietly.

"Klaus wasn't either," I quickly respond.

"Niklaus once was. Something in him changed," He pauses, I notice something dark strike in his eyes before he continues. "If anything he got what he deserved."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Look I get that he daggered you... but that was centuries ago. And you're family- this isn't what family--" Instantly, Kol remains standing in front of me, only a centimeter away from my face that is, when he blurts causing me to jump.

"He is not family," Kol abruptly glares to his brother's body. "He treated me as if he were my own father; just because I grew without one. I might be the youngest but I would never," He pauses, seeming hesitant. "Niklaus is not capable of changing,"

I stand in silence when he raises his voice. When Kol's eyes lock with my own, the emotion that was plastered on his face suddenly drops, a look of regret now showing.

"I am sorry," He gently places his hand on my cheek, a sign of comfort.

I'm unsure of what to do. This situation- none of it makes sense.
So before anything, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Go, please." I state, his eyes slightly widing at my statement.

"What?" He looks confused for a moment, then showing a look of understanding glistening in his eyes.

"Kol... go." I step out of the way, gesturing for him to leave the room. "What do you mean 'go'?" He questions. Is that disappointment in his voice?

"Feel free to do whatever you'd like to whoever, I just don't want you here. You daggered someone, leaving excruciating agony in the family. Especially the girl who was carrying his child." I add, avoiding his question.
Kol blinks blankly at me.

"That's not possible." Kol huffs.

"Marcel told me something, Kol. A few months ago, she became pregnant. Klaus loves her, and this is what you do to them? To Klaus?" I arch an eyebrow.

He doesn't say anything back in return, an emotionless look plastered on his face. He could care less, I think to myself.

"And to think that I actually wanted you here," I narrow my eyes at the boy standing in front of me. "I heard that you- Kol Mikaelson, were the cruelest of the family. You'd go on killing sprees and could care less for the people you put in danger, or the people you hurt. Now, there's nothing more that I've seen to be true." I add, a hint of regret suddenly striking once the words rolled off my tongue.

This is the right thing, right?

Kol's eyes meet with my own, and he stares, "Davina Claire," I cut him off, "Leave... please, just go." I point to the door, waiting for him to do so.
I look down at the floor, not wanting to look into the eyes of the intimidating boy who began to latch onto me... Can I save him?

Kol Mikaelson is a vampire. Correction: original vampire, witch included. I can't help but to want him to stay because there's something in him- capability. Possibility of change. He can get annoying at sometimes, but I still want him here.

Why?

I ask myself that more times than I can count.

But I cannot deny the fact that Kol Mikaelson is cruel, but all it takes is time.

Trust- may take time, but required. Patience- definitely needed. Faith- in order for him to turn to me, for him to trust in me. And love- Kol Mikaelson could use something, anything, for him to belong again.
Not passion, but love as in generosity... boldly required.

Kol runs his hand frustratingly through his dark drown hair, before walking away from me. Sending back a hesitant glance towards me, I spot him looking at his sleeping brother.

"I will see you soon, Davina Claire." Kol says softly, his voice low, before showing himself out.

Standing there, I glance at Klaus. Making my way slowly towards him as he lays cold and asleep. I place my hand on his chest, already knowing what I'm about to do.

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OH MY GOODNESS OKAY, I'M BACK NOW...

1) I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT

2) I HAVEN'T HAVE THE WIFI IN... MONTHS!

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