This is a one shot requested on my tumblr... well hope you enjoy it :)

One slice across the throat and the power of four willing vampires and a fresh Mikaelson witch was all Davina thought it would take to follow in the footsteps of Papa Tunde.

Thought.

It should have been simple after they had managed to get Dahlia unconscious and into the chalk drawn symbol used for sacrificial magic.

Should.

Every little detail had been precisely planned and executed with intricacy, but how could things have gone this wrong so quickly? So horribly wrong. How could there have been a flaw in their beautiful plan that nobody had ever thought to see coming?

Davina felt immense power from Rebekah's hand on her shoulder as she channeled Klaus, Elijah, Josh, and Marcel for even more power. The energy of the vampires that Davina was channeling added to the empowerment that surged through her while she knelt beside Dahlia Mikaelson whose life was seated heavily in Davina's hands. The powerful witch had been struck down by a mere teenager.

If that didn't feed the ego of a young and confident witch to the point of cockiness, then what did?

None of that really mattered though. Davina stared at the dead body of Kaleb that was placed on the floor a few feet away from the circle. It served as a reminder that power was not of importance, but getting Kol back was. The only way to bring Kol back was to restore him to Kaleb's body; It was the only option if they wanted to get him back because the ancestors would never consider reviving a vampire. That bad blood ran too deep.

Kol would want it that way. Davina knew it and so did Rebekah. He was never meant to live the life of a blood thirsty monster. Kol thrived in magic and tricks and power. Sure he sorely missed the invincibility, but Kol let it go with pleasure to have his power back.

Rebekah squeezed Davina's shoulder while telling her she didn't have much more time; It was getting harder for Rebekah to keep the connection to channel the vampires.

"Davina now! We don't have much time!" Rebekah had clenched her eyes shut trying to will the connection to last long enough to allow Davina to make the clean cut across her aunt's throat.

One slice across the skin was all it took to be able to use Dahlia's power as a sacrifice to the ancestors that would renew their power far longer than any Harvest ritual could have done. It worked beautifully well. But something had gone wrong.

It was just measly seconds of stillness while the ancestors quickly contemplated the offer, but it was enough for Dahlia's remaining drop of life to leave behind her mark on the young witch that had dared use her to bring back the abomination she was forced to call her nephew.

The lull of Hope's growing power hadn't been the only source that brought Dahlia to the infamous city of New Orleans. Freya hadn't escaped Dahlia's cold grasp on her own, a powerful witch had helped her escape her aunt. A Claire witch. Dahlia lived for power and one thing she could not detest less was any witch even an inch more powerful than her. The Claire bloodline was that inch that Dahlia spent years trying to destroy.

The spell had been completed and Davina felt the loss of the power she had acquired from Klaus, Elijah, Josh, and Marcel who were all now slowly getting back to their feet, a little drained. Davina no longer had Rebekah's hand on her shoulder either as Rebekah had walked clumsily out of the circle to help Hayley in assisting Kol in standing up.

Davina slowly rose from the floor of the compound as her vision pulsed like a thumping heart and everything was colored red with more clarity than Davina knew she was capable of seeing. Her hearing had never been this powerful before as her ears were plagued with the sound of pumping blood despite the merriment that had caught in the room that Davina had wanted to join in, but couldn't.

Blood. It was all she could think about. Davina's heightened blue eyes settled upon the red substance that covered her right hand that had started to shake from the new sensations running through her body.

Her eyes left her blood stained palm and lifted to Rebekah who was leaving Kol's embrace and calling her name, but bringing her attention had only made Davina more aware of the blood coursing through Rebekah's witch body and the newly resurrected Kol.

A dull pain erupted in Davina's gums forcing her lips to part slightly. Black veins slithered like snakes under Davina's now black eyes. A pang of hunger rippled through Davina, but as she recognized what the hunger was for Davina was repulsed at herself as much as everyone around her was stunned into silence.

No. NO. No, no, no, NO.

Fear clawed at Davina more powerfully than she had ever felt it in her life, but it morphed into anger that tore a bellowing "NO!" from her throat without intention. The reaction had caused Dahlia's dead and bleeding body to erupt in thick flames.

"That's not possible." Rebekah's eyes roamed over Davina's full fledged vampire face and the body that Davina had set on fire with her magic.

Nobody could be both vampire and witch. It went against everything that a witch stood for.

Davina's anger melted back into fear. Her emotions were so intensified that tears threatened to fall from Davina's black eyes, but they were unable to. Disgust accompanied the fear as she experienced the animalistic need to satisfy this new hunger that would complete her transformation.

With a gentle wind Davina was gone from standing in the compound, having taken quick learning of the new vampire speed and left the others in the compound in confusion, but Kol was filled with worry for the girl he had lost and had hoped he would finally have been returned to.

"Dahlia must have put some sort of curse on her." Elijah looked back at his siblings, sharing their puzzled expressions and even some of Kol's worry.

"Bex, I'm going to need your help with a locator spell." Kol's hand stayed on Rebekah's arm as he passed her to go find a map he could use for the spell.

Being freshly brought back from the dead made him weak since he had been back just a few short minutes, but it didn't hinder his determination to find Davina immediately. His family could rejoice in his return later, as could he.

"Kol, you can't go after her." Rebekah followed behind Kol trying to reason with him over his stubbornness.

"Come on sister, you know me better than that." Kol brushed off her petty statement and shuffled around drawers in pursuit of a map. "I hardly ever do what I'm told. If I did I imagine I wouldn't even be this attached to Davina."

Rebekah inwardly cursed her brothers ability to downplay everything with a snide remark. Not even death could resonate in him enough to reduce the constant aloofness he carried.

"A vampire is deadly, but a vampire witch is unheard of." Rebekah walked over to Kol and roughly grabbed his arm despite his death glare and attempts to push her off. "You know better than anyone that blood lust is more powerful than any human emotion Davina holds, even for you. There is so guaranteeing that she won't kill you. Let Elijah and Nik help her."

"Are you slicked?" Kol ripped his arm out of his sister's grip. "Nik will snap her neck the moment he finds her and Elijah is still losing his bloody mind. No one is going near her, but me."

Love was a dangerous game that only hardened when it wasn't acknowledged. There was no greater weakness nor strength than love. It was a fools game that even the most cautious and manipulative of people fell for. Not all love was shown with hugs and kisses or life and death sacrifices; sometimes it was as simple as guidance, help, and understanding.

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Another life slid from Davina's delicate fingers when they released their hold on the shoulders of an innocent man that now fell to the floor with a heavy thud. He was the eighth soul to fall victim to Davina in just a short span of time, being unlucky to have been in Rousseau's bar that night.

Davina felt the bittersweet taste of the thick red liquid on her tongue, but her throat burned sweetly for more. There was only darkness when Davina bit into someone's neck to drain them of their life so savagely and only when they dropped dead at her feet was she able to see again. It was like she blacked out.

Her blood covered hands slid up the sides of her face while she forced the fangs back into her gums and tangled her fingers in her hair, not caring about the streaks of blood on her skin or hair. Every way her eyes looked there was another body of another innocent person Davina had killed.

The creaking of the door opening to the bar brought in the aroma of sweet blood and the sound of a healthy beating heart. Against Davina's will her fangs forced their way through her gums and the veins claimed the skin under her eyes. The need for blood was stronger than she was.

"Davina?" Kol walked into view undisturbed by the evidence of the slaughter around him.

Facing him had filled Davina with shame that she had previously only harbored within herself and her stained soul was drenched in it, but the vampiristic features cancelled out any emotions she may have shown to him. With more difficulty Davina willed the fangs away again and fought against the urge to attack him.

"I don't want to hurt you." Davina backed farther away from Kol who slowly made advances toward her despite Davina's manic state.

Her words fell on silent ears. Kol still approached Davina who mumbled consistently for him to get away from her, but he persisted. The closer he got the more intense the throbbing got in Davina's gums from her teeth desperately wanting to sink into the skin on Kol's neck.

"You've got to listen to me all right?" His eyes surveyed her carefully when he stopped a few inches away from her. "All this is is hunger, okay? I know it feels like it, but it is not stronger than you."

Davina tangled her fingers in her hair whilst her eyes clenched shut in attempt to block out the loud thumping of blood. Water fell easily from Davina's eyes and her face reddened deeply as her silent protests became loud and erratic cries and proclamations of pain.

"Breathe!" Kol placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her small body against his chest. "Breathe, Davina."

Air didn't want to enter Davina's lungs that never ceased crying even when her focus had been thrown into trying to get Kol to let her go before she hurt him. But he never relinquished his hold on her and his lips stayed by her ear to whisper reminders to breathe until he felt her go lax against him and her screams reduced to sobs and gasps for air.

"I don't want to be a vampire." Davina moved her head back and forth against Kol's chest before burying herself against him tightly.

There was no erasing the memories of being a vampire, specifically the transformation. Kol remembered his more clear than he could remember the true face of his mother. It was this distinct memory that brought foreign tears to the rims of Kol's eyes and kept tight arms around Davina.

She didn't deserve this pain. It was not a fair endurance that she should have just for him to be alive again. Every emotion would be heightened. Every wound would be deeper. The witch in her would fight the parasite side to her possibly till death.

Kol moved his arms from around her so his hands glided down her arms until they reached her forearms and he stepped away far enough to look at her. There was blood on virtually every visible piece of skin, but the fear and guilt still sparkled in her eyes and contorted her features.

His hands on her arms could feel Davina starting to shake when her eyes fell from his and saw the blood covering her hands and wrists then to the bodies strewn across the room. Davina ripped her arms away from Kol as the veins returned under her eyes again.

"Davina, look at me!" Kol grabbed Davina's wrists to pry her hands away from her face while she continuously berated herself. "You're stronger than the blood lust. It doesn't control you." His hands cupped the sides of her face and his thumbs caressed the skin under her eyes. "After all you've fought through, this is not going to be the end. Don't stop fighting."

Davina shook her head back and forth in defiance, unable to believe him. "I can't...I can't fight it."

"I know how tempting it is to give in and I was weak, I couldn't fight it. I didn't want to fight it, but you can. You're stronger than I am."

Water spilled over Davina's eyes and her fingers clutched at Kol's shoulders in a silent plea for help. The hunger gnawed at her insides and tore at her throat making it impossible to ignore. It was too strong and she wasn't.

"Yes, you can." Ignoring the clear danger it presented, Kol leaned his face close to hers so their foreheads were almost touching. "It's the only way you can survive this and if there is anyone who can survive better than I can, it's you."

Nothing seemed more easier to Davina than letting the hunger take over to end the pain, but she followed his words as he instructed her to breathe. Just breathe. So she closed her eyes and refused to listen to the luring sound of the blood moving through his veins.

Davina listened to the thickness of his accent she hadn't heard in months and the tight grip he had on her that she had felt cold without. Slowly the world slowed down and Davina slid her eyes open. She no longer saw everything tinted red and the burning need dulled to a dying ember.

Kol brushed Davina's hair out of her face and gave her a smile that was only for her eyes. Only Davina could see his genuine smile and only she would ever know what it was like to have his fingers running through her hair and his hand rubbing her back soothingly while he whispered to her about protecting her. Only Davina hear that promise that he made to never let anyone hurt her or anything.

Nobody will know the side of Kol Mikaelson that cared by choice and put his life aside for her safety.

"What's going to happen to me?" Davina slowly shut the running water of the sink in the bathroom of Rousseau's. She turned her eyes to Kol who halted in wiping the blood off of her face. "A vampire witch isn't possible. I'm either going to kill people or be killed—"

"I'm not going to let anyone near you that will hurt you." He silenced her worries with one sentence and grabbed her arms to wrap around his neck. It was abundantly clear that Davina was still terrified to be near him, but Kol refused to let her isolate herself from him. "If we can't find a way to fix this then I promise you that I will help you through this. Do you trust me?"

Davina nodded her head that was buried in his neck, briefly letting herself feel proud that she didn't allow her hunger to control her even if it was tortuously hard. When he pulled away from their embrace Davina instinctively clung her hands tighter to his jacket beneath her fingers.

Then he was too close and it hurt Davina to have to try to move away from him. "Don't..." Of course he wouldn't listen to her, no matter how much fear and anxiety was put into that one word.

"Trust me."

And then his lips covered hers. He kissed her gently, sweetly. Trudging through her paralyzing fear, Davina carefully kissed him back, being ever more cautious when his lips coaxed hers apart against his. Focusing on his hand on her neck and softness of his lips eased the ache and Davina tentatively let her hand trail up to the side of his neck.

Even after he pulled back Davina kept her eyes shut and her fingers curled tighter around him. The veins were itching their way back the surface of Davina's skin, but she breathed deeply and held her jaw tight.

"Why would you do that?" Davina whispered when she was able to open her eyes again.

"Because I missed you."