Just a little fluff one shot I thought up of after a recent obsession with watching TO. I might continue it depending on what you guys think ~

Darkness

Was all that was visible to Davina until her eyes fluttered open and she lay awake in bed where Marcel had left her. Her blue gaze shifted across the room to make sure she was still in her bedroom before she uncomfortably shifted from her position in bed and gave out a couple hoarse coughs.

Davina brought her hand up so that her fingers carefully touched the temple of her forehead, which was a hot and sweaty mess at this point. She pulled the covers back and glanced down at the pile of dirt that was still left there from when she magically puked up soil earlier.

Her lips felt chapped and dry and her throat felt like it was on fire. She was in desperate need of water. As she moved off the bed, she winced in discomfort and wrapped her arm around her waist to try and sustain the pain that was coming from her stomach.

"Rebekah..?" She weakly called out, leaning against the wall for support and opening the door to leave the bedroom.

She would've normally called for Marcel but seeing as she didn't trust him anymore she called for the only person in this entire household she wasn't furious with.

After opening the door she limped out in the hallway but stood slumped against the wall for support as she continued to walk.

"Rebekah!" She cried out, followed by another weak cough. A lump grew in her throat from trying not to break down into tears from the pain.

"She isn't here at the moment, love. Neither is Marcel."

Her head immediately whipped around at the sound of the brash reply.

It was none other than the person she dreaded seeing the most since he had Tim killed.

Klaus.

"You'll have to settle with me for the meantime," he spoke again, this time she could see that signature arrogant smirk of his plastered on his face.

She glared at him with a mixture of disgust and hatred and outstretched her arm, a gust of wind came whirling around her and caused her hair to flow back. "Get away!" She furiously screamed. With that, he was viciously lifted off the floor and thrown into one of the nearest walls.

As he was thrown back against one of the walls and slammed face down on the floor, he merely groaned and gave an annoyed roll of his eyes, clearly anticipating this would happen. Once he got back up on his feet and casually brushed the dust off his shoulders, he appeared in front of her with inhuman speed and grabbed her by the throat.

She gasped and clutched onto his arm that was now holding her up by the throat. She tried to use her magic to cripple him but it wouldn't work anymore since she lost control of it once again. The lights in the hallway flickered as the ground slightly trembled beneath their feet.

"You will be a good little witch and cooperate with me until Marcel gets back. In this state, your in no position to be frolicking around the compound as you please. You are to return back to your bedroom and stay in there, unless of course, you want to involve Josh in this. I can bring back his head for you on a stake if you don't behave. Then he can join your unfortunate little friend Tim in the afterlife," he smirked.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she blinked, trying to will them away. Her eyes reopened and she glared daggers at Klaus. "I hate you..."

He clicked his tongue and smiled. "Well that's sweet of you to say, love. I've taken quite the liking to you as well."

She was about to say another sharp remark, but instead her voice hitched and she broke out into another fit of weak coughs. Klaus immediately released her throat and lowered her back on the floor. As the coughing grew more violent, she doubled over and threw up more earth soil once again.

"Lovely..." She heard Klaus mutter.

Davina raised a shaky hand up to her mouth to rub off any remaining soil left on her dry lips as she staggered away from Klaus and towards the kitchen in desperate search of water.

"Where do you think you're going? I told you to get back in your room, or was that not clear enough?" Came the irritated remark from Klaus behind her, but frankly she could care less. She just needed some water.

"I...n-need water." She gave a hoarse response, and once they got inside the kitchen she almost entirely collapsed but Klaus lifted her back up to lean against the counter for support. He cursed under his breath and glanced over at the old antique clock in the corner, wondering when Marcel would arrive back to the compound. The destructive little witch was his responsibility. The last thing Klaus needed was to be taking care of a temperamental, sick, and not to mention powerful teenage girl who was completely out of control of her powers at the moment.

He opened up the fridge which would be normally only filled up with blood packets but luckily this time there was normal human food and snacks inside, along with a few bottles of water; which they kept for Hayley since she didn't consume blood like her fellow housemates did.

"Here, drink it." Klaus handed a water bottle to Davina.

She willingly took the water bottle from his hands and opened up the lid with shaky hands. As she brought the bottle closer to her lips her hands continued to tremble weakly, along with her legs that was barely supporting her to stand against the counter.

Seeing this, Klaus sighed and took pity on the weakened young witch by quickly holding her up with his arm around her waist and lifting her up to sit on the counter so he wouldn't have to worry about her legs giving out. As soon as he did, Davina protested by trying to push him back away from her.

"What are you doing..? S-stop," she said alarmed, her eyebrows furrowing in anger.

"Relax, love. I'm only trying to help you."

"I don't need your help. I can stand on my own," she glared. Soon her glare was turned away from him for a mere second once she gave out another shaky cough.

"Don't waste your energy in arguing with me, foolish girl. Just drink the water." Klaus sighed, his patience growing thin.

Annoyed but in no mood to argue back, she wasted no time in bringing the bottle back up to her dry lips, taking a few large gulps of some much needed cold water for her throat.

"Good girl. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Davina finished drinking the water until it was half empty, ignoring Klaus's comment and the sardonic grin on his face. She felt utterly helpless in this state, being reduced to a fragile, weak girl instead of a powerful witch that was capable of wiping off that smirk from Klaus's face with a simple flick of her wrist. To say she was annoyed and angry was an understatement.

She sniffled and rubbed her eyes from the frustrated tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. Suddenly her vision began to spin, causing her to bring her hands up to her temple as she started to fall over to the side. She was immediately caught by a pair of strong arms as Klaus stopped her from falling over the counter and brought her head down so that she was in a laying position on the counter now. He noticed the color start to drain from her face and her eyes struggle to stay open.

"Davina...Davina..?" Klaus cursed under his breath and moved a strand of her brown hair out of her face as he carefully rubbed his thumb across her cheek. "Come on, sweetheart. Stay with me."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them back up to stare up at Klaus, who surprisingly to her actually had a look of slight worry on his face. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a few raspy breaths.

"I'm fine, Satan," She managed to murmur sarcastically, despite the sound of her hoarse voice.

A low chuckle escaped from Klaus's throat and he gave a genuine smile at her ability to continue to remain passive aggressive towards him despite the circumstances. "You wouldn't be the first person to have referred to me as the devil, love."

As he continued to absent-mindedly rub his thumb against her cheek, he closely examined her face and yet again realized how breath taking this girl was. Her long dark brown hair that cascades down her back in delicate waves, her dark long eyelashes, her deep sapphire blue eyes, and her usually radiant glowing tan skin that was currently pale due to her sickness. The first time he laid eyes on her, it was difficult to ignore her obvious beauty. However, he set aside any desire he might have for her since the fact remains; she's only a sixteen year old child that lived a very sheltered life. That and she's around a thousand years his junior, but probably only ten years physically speaking. Still, it was a large age gap.

Davina closed her eyes once more and lolled her head to the side, causing him to pull his hand away from her face. "I'm tired," she groaned. Her teeth had slightly begun to chatter, and she thought it was the coldness of the room at first, but then her body had begun to tremble in a fit of cold chills.

He carefully lifted her up from the counter and brought her back in a sitting position. Her head was still spinning, but she was able to balance herself a little better. The back of his hand was placed against her forehead and discovered she had a high fever.

"Wrap your arms around my neck, sweetheart." Klaus spoke.

She'd rather do anything but, however as seeing as she was in no position to argue let alone walk, she reluctantly brought her arms up around his neck. As her body pressed closer to his body, the warmth of his body instantly soothed her cold body chills for a bit and she didn't feel so cold anymore. She soon found herself resting her head against his shoulder and somewhat snuggling her face against the fabric of his shirt.

He lifted her up into his arms with ease and carried her back to her bedroom.

Once he sat her back down on the bed, he made her lie down and pulled a blanket over her to keep her warm.

"W-why are you helping me..?" Davina asked with caution, trying to keep her eyes open from losing consciousness.

Klaus smiled at her, leaving the room for a split second before coming back with a cold wet rag and placing it on her forehead for the fever. "Because, love, you are my most valuable secret little weapon. I can't afford to lose you now. I still have use for you," he explained.

Davina huffed and turned her head away from his stare, figuring she should have expected that response.

Her eyelids began to feel heavy as she drifted away into unconsciousness and she found she couldn't keep them open for much longer. Before falling once more into a deep slumber the only thing she remembered was a thumb softly being rubbed across her lips and Klaus murmuring,

"Sweet dreams, my little witch."