Kol's POV:

Glancing down at the metal table in Davina's study, something twinges in my gut. Though I cannot see him, I know Niklaus is laying there cloaked with the dark dagger in his heart.

It's been nearly three months since I did it. Davina Claire doesn't know this, but I walk past the table everyday. And just look. I stare down at it, and think about everyone that watched it happen. Am I hated by many more? They probably want to kill me.

I did it because Niklaus is the one who dagger me centuries ago. Plenty would think I would of been over it, but I wasn't. I missed out on things that happened in the world, when all I wanted was to see it grow.

I don't want to admit that there's a part of me that...
A part of me that knows that feeling in my gut. But that feeling is unfamiliar to me. I don't think I ever had to experience it.

Until now.

"Everything okay?" Davina Claire's soft voice whispers behind me. I turn to face her. She's wearing a silky black top with dark jeans. She wraps her baby blue cardigan around her like she's getting cold. My lips then curve into a small smile watching her.

"I'm fine." I answer, and clear my throat. "You know the food was pretty good. I know you were afraid you'd burn down the apartment." I smirk, changing the subject.

She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Thanks." Davina Claire watches me a moment without another word, and I hope that she doesn't pick up on my current gloomy mood. Because if she asks what's wrong, or what's on my mind, I literally wouldn't know how to answer.

I watch her lips twitch. "Kol," she starts. "What's on your mind?" Her voice is so soft, so innocent. I don't respond. Instead I swallow lightly, my dark eyes still meeting her own bright pair.

"It's nothing, Davina. Really." I try to assure.

Her gaze meets the floor a moment, then back up to me. "You know I felt that too." She says, and I watch her with furrowed brows. "The night I did the spell to transport your brother and bring him here. I wouldn't of felt so guilty if your own family wasn't right there watching. I felt bad for you because when I first found you, you told me what Klaus did. He's the reason you missed an entire century." I swallow, and listen to her continue. "So I went, when it wasn't my business, and I took Klaus after you daggered him. That was the plan. And ... I feel terrible."

She pauses. "I feel terrible because I know you feel guilt!"

I rush toward her, now inches away from her perfect face. She straightens while gazing into my eyes. The same affect I have on her showcases.

My dark eyes linger on her lips. "I don't feel anything, Davina Claire."

"You're lying."

I clench my jaw at her truth.

"You never scared me before Kol, you won't now." She whispers. I feel taken aback when something turns in my chest. I must show a pained expression before her lips part.

"I know you're not trying to." She quickly adds. "I just..."

"Don't." I interject, walking around her to leave the study room.

Moments go by when I enter the living room and I hear her follow behind me. I roll my eyes preparing for her speech.

"You can't just walk away from how you feel." She starts. I plop onto the couch.

She stands in front of me, her arms crossed across her chest. My eyes lighten with slight amusement.

"How I feel about you or..."

"You're not funny, Kol." She watches me, as I watch her lips twitch suppressing a smile.

"I wasn't trying to be, love." I defeat. Her mouth cracks into a genuine smile. And before I know it I'm doing the same.

"No... you're feelings about Klaus." Davina Claire says. "The guilt I mentioned back there..."

I purse my lips, relaxing my body on the comfy couch below me. "Fine, Davina Claire." I say huskily. "I feel guilty. I did that in front of his entire family." I spill. Davina sits down on the couch to lift my legs up, that are now resting on her thighs. I look down at her, just to see her, and throw my head back on the arm of the couch again.

A heavy breath escapes my lips. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"They're your family, too." She says quietly. I shut my eyes. "I know." I whisper.

Davina's silent a second. "The hatred you claimed to have on him... was it real?" Davina Claire asks quietly. I know the answer, but I don't want to say it aloud. I can't. I hated Niklaus at some point.

"I use to." I say, barely audible. Before I decide to go on, a cell phone rings. I watch as Davina Claire plunges it out of her pocket and pulls it up to her ear.

"Marcel," She begins. I don't overhear them, instead I drown into my thoughts.

I use to... I hated him because he put me in a deep and excruciating slumber. So I did the same to him. If I could undo it all - what I did on Christmas night - maybe, just maybe, I-

My attention averts unto Davina Claire who stood up, my legs now dangling off the couch. The phone is still pressed against her ear. She turns her gaze on me. Ending the phone call and placing her phone down on the coffee table.

"What is it?" I ask, watching her steadily.

She bites her lip. "If you want to make amends with your family I think I know a way to start." She plasters a huge, bright, unreal smile. I sit up.

"Either you or me, or the both of us together, we're the last options to locate a witch for them." Davina Claire finishes. My shoulders tense.

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KOLVINA

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