A/N:

Welcome back, and I'm here with chapter number 49! Wow. Almost fifty chapters have been written for this story, and many more hidden away in my story vault. Over the years, I've always had the ending and a few moments of this story almost completely written. It was finding the inspiration to write the gaps is what I struggled with. But I'm working hard to remedy that! So here we go….Chapter 48.

-Erin

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or characters therin.

September 25

Caroline POV

I watched as Klaus paced back and forth across the Persain carpet that covered the hardwood of the study. He had been like this for the past three days; constantly thinking, always anxious. I was beginning to worry about him.

"Klaus, do you want to maybe go for a walk in the garden? Or we could go for a ride through the orchards...I'm sure they look lovely this time of year." I was doing everything in my power to distract my boyfriend from the stress and anxiety that was plaguing him.

"I'm not in the mood for folly, Caroline. There is much more at stake than I think you realize." Klaus snapped, and I flinched at the harshness of his tone. He didn't realize how cruel he had been until I turned to leave, now hurt and pissed all at one time.

"Caroline, love, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to speak to you like that. I'm just trying to put everything into separate containers, and my emotions got the best of me. Can you forgive me?" He asked me, suddenly sounding completely exasperated. I didn't have the heart to be mad at him, knowing what we were all going through.

"Just take some time for yourself, Klaus. Please. If you keep pacing and worrying yourself like this, you're not going to be in any shape to face Marcel. And I know you don't want that." I reminded him of how he wanted to be at the top of his game if it came down to facing Marcel at any given moment.

"You're right. Come here." Klaus responded, and pulled me into his warm embrace. He instantly relaxed when I placed my arms around him, and I sighed in contentment.

"So, I'll ask again, how does a stroll around the orchards sound?" I asked, and Klaus chuckled. I had missed that sound, it had been absent for so long.

"I think that sounds great." Klaus agreed, taking my hand in his. Leaving the study we headed outside, and just for a brief moment in such a stressful time, we were content in the moment.

Kol POV

"For the love of all that is holy, will somebody bring me something to bloody eat! Just give me a damn sandwich." I called loudly. My voice reverberated off the stone walls of my prison cell. Once again, no one responded. Defeated, I slumped back against the cold wall I was leaning against.

I had been trapped down here for only God knows how long. It was damp, dark, and dank, and was probably doing nothing for my already less than stellar complexion.

When I had awoken in the courtyard of the Abattoir, I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. The last thing I remembered was the Gilbert girl and her brother hosing me down with vervain water in their kitchen, then shoving a White Oak stake through my heart. Not very pleasant memories, if I was being honest. Quite painful.

Though, when I locked eyes with Marcellus in modern clothing, I couldn't help but believe I was in some sort of spiritual hell. There was no possible way that I was alive once again. I had been slaughtered by a baby vampire and her hunter brother. Rising from the ashes seemed preposterous, until I realized how alive I really was. And how bloody hungry I was.

At first, Marcel and his witchy friend had been accommodating. He had offered me blood and booze, and the creme de la cream of each. After a nice bloodbag and a glass of scotch, my brother's adopted son got down to the point of my resurrection. He wanted me to help destroy my brother. And did he go on a tirade to explain why. I don't think my ears had burned so much since Rebekah had realized Klaus had murdered yet another one of her boytoys in the 17th century. Ah, good times.

Marcel had yammered on and on about how Klaus had impregnated a young werewolf, and she was bringing a set of devil spawn into the world. At first I didn't believe it was possible, but then I remembered that Niklaus was indeed the Original Hybrid. Part vampire, part werewolf, and nothing with my elder brother was impossible. I do wonder how his little blonde friend Caroline felt about that. Marcel had mentioned she had followed him to the quarter. She had always been quite the looker, that one.

But Marcel was not very pleased when I had not been too keen to accept his offer of revenge against my dear older brother. EVen though Klaus had stabbed me with a dagger and stucker me in a coffin for an infinite number of years, I could never betray my family. Always and forever was our vow, and Marcel himself knew that.

So here I was, rotting away in a cell in the place my family once called home. I had been locked down here before, by Elijah, when I had been playing a bit too fast and loose with a couple of prostitutes. My brothers didn't want anyone to notice that there was a serial killer loose in New Orleans, so they locked me up good and tight for a few days to calm my killing spree. Can't say that I blamed them.

But the nostalgia of the cell had worn off within the first hour of being locked down here. I was still dressed in the clothes I had died in, and I reeked of ash, sweat, and dried blood. I needed a shower, and a cocktail. But neither looked close to coming.

"Hellloooo! I'm starving here." I called out again, sheerly out of boredom. I knew no one could hear me, or really that no one cared. But I could at least try.

Though, what I didn't expect was the sudden appearance of a stranger at the door of my cell so shortly after my cries. I guess I had been so preoccupied wallowing in my own misery that I didn't hear the footsteps.

She was someone I didn't recognize. Her long, dark chocolate brown curls fell to her mid back, perfectly framing a heart shaped face. Her lips held a perfect cupid's bow, and her brown eyes sparkled with intrigue as she gazed at me, slouched in the corner of my musty cell. Dressed in a pair of fitted light blue jeans and a cream colored sweater, she looked especially young to be a vampire. In her hands she held a blood bag.

"So you're the infamous Kol Mikaelson?" She questioned me, and I smiled.

"The one and only. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, sweetheart." I smothered on the charm. She was unimpressed, though, by the blasė look on her doll-like face.

"I don't really know if it's a pleasure, but you seem way less psychotic than I expected you to be." She responded, and I chuckled.

"I guess my reputation precedes me. I'm only crazy when provoked, I promise." I joked, and I got her to crack at least a half-lipped smile. She really was quite stunning.

"I'm sorry that he's keeping you down here." The girl attempted to apologize for Marcel's actions. Her facial expression was sincere, which made me question how such a pretty young woman could get mixed up with such a narcissistic prick.

"It is what it is, I'm afraid. Why are you apologizing for him, anyway?" I questioned her, trying somewhat to get to know the story behind such a striking young woman.

"Because he has me trapped here too. Not as a prisoner, but as a safety precaution so some people don't kill me, but locked away anyhow." She stopped herself when she realized she was beginning to ramble. I liked how innocent she seemed. It was a refreshing sight.

"I'm sorry. I hope this is not intruding to ask, but are you like me?" I had to ask. I hoped I was not being intrusive, but she was just so young looking.

"Oh, no, it's not. I'm a witch." She replied, tucking a small strand of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. When she did so, she remembered the blood bag in her hand.

"Sorry, um, I forgot. This is for you." She held the blood bag through a gap in the cell's gate. Getting up from my seated position in the dirt, I approached her. She extended her hand farther into the cell so that I didn't have to travel as far, considering I was quite weak from lack of nutrients.

"Thank you, love." I gently took the bags from her petite hands. When I was closer, I realized how small she really was.

"You're welcome." She smiled, and clasped her hands in front of herself, rocking back on the balls of her feet. Not wanting to be rude, I quickly turned and gulped down the blood bag until it's contents were nonexistent. Turning back around, I graciously returned the bag to her, now feeling a lot better than before as the blood circulated into my system.

"Why did you bring me this, and risk getting caught?" I asked her. The girl shrugged her shoulders.

"Because I believe what Marcel is doing is wrong. And I stand with the opinion that innocents should not be punished for their parents sins." She spoke with confidence, and I respected her for it.

"Well, thank you for being on the good side. Since you seem to support my brother, is there any possible way that you could get a message to him from me?" I knew it was a lot to ask from the young witch, but I was desperate.

"Oh, yes! That's one of the reasons I came down here. Here you go." The girl fished a piece of paper and a small pencil from the back pocket of her jeans, quickly handing it over to me through the same gap in the cell gate.

I took it from her, and got to work jotting down a quick note to Niklaus and the rest of my family, proving to them it was me by inserting a memo that only my brothers would understand.

"Here you are, my dear." I smiled as I handed the completed note back to the young witch. She shoved it and the pencil back into her pocket.

"Try and stay sane down here, okay? I'll try and bring you some more blood tomorrow. And maybe some clean clothes." She said, wrinkling her nose at the last part of her statement.

"And maybe a sandwich?" I proposed with a hopeful grin.

"Don't push your luck. Goodbye Kol." She turned to leave, when I realized throughout our whole conversation, that I had never caught the girl's name.

"Wait, what is your name?" I called through the cell door as she turned to leave. Turning back to face me, she smiled.

"Davina. Davina Claire." She chirped, before rushing back up the stairs. I smiled to myself. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you Davina Claire." I whispered to myself.

Very nice, indeed.

A/N:

So we got to see Kol meet Davina for the first time, and he's not evil. Yay! Kol and his family will hopefully be reunited soon, and thanks to the amazing Davina. I loved getting to write as Kol. He's such a fun and witty character to write. I promise, there will be more Klaroline next time. So, let me know what you guys think! I would love to hear from you. Send some reviews about what you think of Kol, and what Klaus and his family's future is going to be! See you next time.

Erin