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He wasn’t fully sure that he understood how she had been able to come back. Then again, he wasn’t exactly sure that he cared. The fact remained that she was back, she was breathing, less than a few foot from him. He could hear her heart beating steadily and he allowed the sound to soothe the fears that echoed through him. The memory was still so fresh in his mind, the blood still coated his clothing, hands. The smell of death seemed to be permanently glued in his nostrils and the image of the pale, morbid tint on her skin replayed behind his eyes.

Truthfully, he was sure she’d refuse his offer. Why wouldn’t she? He’d failed her before. It made sense that she would want to be anyhere other than with him. And yet she didn’t. Before he could speak again, her hand slipped into his own and she was moving a bit closer to his side, speaking a promise to stay by his side. Something that breathed a sigh of relief into his tense form.

He pulled his hand from hers and turned towards her, taking the libery to pull her into a hug, burying his face in her hair as his arms wrapped around her. Again, he expected her to pull away. But under the assumption, or rather hope, that she wouldn’t, he tucked her up closer against his body, eyes drifting shut.

“I feel like I failed you.” He whispered the words into the chestnut colored locks. “I’m sorry, d… I’m here though, I got your back now. Whatever you need.” He knew it wasn’t a lie. Honestly, whatever she needed at that point, he’d do without hesitation.

Parts of her were still numb inside. Davina didn’t know how to feel, was yet to process everything that had happened over the last few days. She was shocked at the new title, being sent back to her body the last thing she’d ever expected... but beyond that, her broken heart ached at the realization that she was the only one who’d be doing so. That her fallen sisters would remain exactly that- fallen.

Marcel’s arms wrapped around her in a tight hug and the little witch found herself melting against the hard rock that was his body. She was chilled to the bone and not entirely from the cold. The warmth of his grasp seeped into her skin, thawing her out from the inside as she fought back the threat of tears. Davina was feeling far too vulnerable, the events of the previous hours rubbing her raw.

Her grip tightened around him, the vampire serving as an anchor to the world, as if clinging onto him would somehow stabilise her. She thought about the Void and the voices of the Ancestors and the chill that had invaded her increased tenfold. 

Davina pulled back just far enough to look at him, her gaze searching out his own as her grip tightened around his waist. His words were spoken like a vow, backed up by the promise in his eyes. “This wasn’t your fault, Marcel. It was inevitable and we were only prolonging it.” They both knew it and whilst it doesn’t change to minimize all that he was feeling, it was important he knew he couldn’t have stopped it. “This was happening with or without you but I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere ever again, Marcel.”

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Act One, Scene One || Kol & Davina

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It was easy, far too easy. Kol had always had a mind for scheming, he suspected it came from his potential in witchcraft, knowing what combinations yielded which results. In this case, he’d only needed to follow Marcel’s little pet-project from a distance for a few weeks before the time came to make his move. That uppity bastard though he fit into his family so well? Kol would steal away his little witch one way or another; no one wrong him and went unscathed.

So, he’d compelled as passable human, young, lean, a bit on the dirty side; perfect to be cast in his vole as villain. Then he waited. As Davina walked down an ally on her way back to her precious little caretaker his compelled cohort struck, aiming to grab and slam the girl against a wall, knife to her throat. He let the human get his threats out (threats Kol had given him word for word) before leaping from the ally mouth down to the pair and grabbing the human by the neck, lifting and pinning him against the wall.

“Now now, it’s rude to accost young ladies in ally ways when they obviously have better things to do. So, I’m not going to snap your neck like a little dolly and you’re going to run back to your hovel of a home before I really get angry, are we clear, little dolly?” he asked threateningly. As his performance had been laid out he dropped the human who scampered away into the night, perfect.

Turning to Davina Kol blinked, then grinned a little, “Well, if that wasn’t a spot of drama to liven up an evening.” Safe and sound now Darling?” he asked lightly, “The nasty man won’t bother you anymore.”

The breath of fresh air shot straight through the witch as she stepped out into the brisk, fall night. Autumn had always been one of her favourite seasons and the closer it got to Halloween, the more excited the witch got. It was cliche but it had always been one of her favourite holidays- closely followed by Christmas, of course. 

Tonight was extra special for the witch. It was the first night back in the world as a free woman. Eight months, she’d spent locked up in the Attic, sneaking out only when she needed too- always covert, always stealth, too worried about keeping herself hidden and safe and away from the prying eyes of any stray witches or vampires. It had been a week since the resurrection but Marcel had kept her under a different kind of lock and key since then, so she was relieved at the chance to get out and stretch her legs for a change.

She had been successfully out of the Vampire’s protection for all of five minutes before stepping into an alley only to be attacked by a man lurking in the shadows. She hadn’t seen him, or sensed him... had she really been so pre-occupied? One minute, she was crossing the dark space and the next she was slammed against a wall, the body of an unkempt man pressed against her, his stale breath close to her face as he pressed the tip of a knife against her throat. Drawing a sliver of blood, she winced, ready to work up a spell to get rid of the man before a second had appeared.

A few mildly threatening words later and her attacker had dropped her like confetti before scampering off. Shock was all that consumed her as she stared at the second, a vampire but one she’d never met before... “I had it handled...” She smoothed down the front of her shirt as she fought back against the tidal wave of emotion working it’s way to the surface inside her. ”but thanks.”

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It replayed over and over in his head, again and again, like a scene from a horror movie that he couldn’t get out of. The fear that had gripped him when he realized she was gone was absolutely nothing compared to the pain that shook his body at the sight of the little witches body splayed across the old tree stump. Sorrow nearly drowned him, burning his eyes and making his throat raw.

It wasn’t exactly elation, or relief or even joy that he felt most readily when she’d gasped and come back to life. Those were emotions that he felt, of course, but a new wave of fear had gripped him as he swept the woman up in his arms and breathed in her scent, listening to the steady beating of her heart. The fear of the unknown had always gotten to him. But he’d managed in the past.

This was different. He couldn’t manage her, couldn’t keep her safe. He’d clearly failed once already, and by some stroke of luck he was being given a second chance. He had to fight to keep himself calm, to hold back the wave of emotions that rocked through him. He didn’t mind breaking. At least not around her, but doing it before he was behind closed doors? It would be over his dead body. He’d shown his potential enemies enough weakness for the night.

The trip home was silent, and he’d held the little witch the entire time, barely keeping his arms from trembling. It wasn’t until he’d crossed the threshold at the compound that he’d allowed the weight of the previous events to sag his shoulders and the lines to crinkle by his lips as his frown seemed to deepen.

He didn’t ask her where she wanted to stay, or if she was ok with the compound. He just hoped she wouldn’t protest what he wanted. Or rather what he needed at that moment. He walked slowly, almost counting the steps in time with her heart beat as he moved up them and towards his bedroom.

He paused just inside the doorway and felt the frown deepen even more, if possible. He wanted to just assume she’d stay but now that he’d gotten that far, he wasn’t so sure. “Don’t leave me tonight” the voice that slipped out of him didn’t sound like his own. It cracked and sounded far too gravely. “Please..I need you to stay here..”

Davina was in shock. When she’d come back to life, it was all eyes on her and  everything had happened so fast, she didn’t know what to think or where to begin. The first person she’d settled on was Marcel, and relief flooded through her at the sight of him. If he was here, then she was either dreaming and the whole thing with the Ancestors was a joke- or he’d found her and she wasn’t alone.

The faces of Derek and Jennifer swam into view after a few teary moments and she realized this was in fact, reality. It wasn’t a joke, the Ancestors had really sent her back to the plane of the living. Back to Marcel, to her home. She came with a shiny new title and a helluva lotta’ strings attached but she was back nonetheless. 

Upon waking, she’d explained what the Ancestors had said to the three in the room- relief washed over her at the fact that they just so happened to be the three who would understand the most. Facing the surviving witches of the Nine Covens and explaining the title that had been passed onto her was a conversation for another day.

Marcel wasted absolutely no time in whipping her out of there and- after a brief hug and thank you to his friend and the druid, had taken her home. In the back of her mind, Davina had been anticipating a return to the Attic but a wash of relief came over her again at the realisation that they were headed for the Compound and not the church. 

It wasn’t until the heavy door swung shut behind them and the pair were alone within the walls of the monstrous building that Marcel’s true emotions came to surface. She knew they were there, lurking just below, as were her own but with an audience and tensions running as high as they were back in Jennifer’s apartment, neither were willing to show it.

Marcel hadn’t let her go from the minute she’d woken up and honestly, the witch wouldn’t have had it any other way. She’d been following his lead until now, moving as if on auto pilot as he guided her up the stairs towards his bedroom. She was surprised at the choice but put up no fight. The crack in his voice weakened her, guilt bubbling in her gut at the sight of him. She did this to him, she put him through this pain... it was all her fault.

A hand slipped into his own and she stepped closer to the vampire. “I’m never leaving you again.”

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Late night encounters || Cora & Davina

Davina smiled at her brass nature, it was refreshing to meet someone who honestly had no buffer. Cora had a way about her, she spoke her mind without inflection or judgement- it was just the truth.

She shrugged. “Isn’t that humanity for you? Everyone has their moment in the spotlight- good, bad or indifferent.”

A soft laugh escaped her at Cora’s honest contemplation at whether or not she would bite, or how often it occurred. “Well luckily for the both of us, I don’t mind a bit of pain.”

Her face reverted to a distant, pained expression when asked why she was here. Suddenly, she could hear the screams of her sisters the night of the Harvest. Looking around at the sullen cemetery, she wished she’d never come here at all.

“I was just… remembering.”

If she was Derek’s sister, there’s a chance Davina was safe here. A chance that Cora knew about that night and what had happened… but she wasn’t sure if that was a chance the witch was willing to bet on.

“Perhaps. Some people though…they could fall in shit and still come up smelling of roses, you know?”

Which actually annoyed the hell out of Cora. On the whole, the wolves were good people who tried to keep to themselves and to a certain degree, mingle too–trying to strike some sort of balance that they could live in peace, yet the wrong attention found them like a trouble magnet. Yet others who were far more manipulative and underhand seemed to slip through the cracks to the majority of New Orleans–these were the ones that were dangerous–the ones actually believing they were right and everyone else was wrong. 

“I’ll remember that…”

Cora gave the smallest of smirks and threw a wink in Davina’s direction, almost as if she was playfully accepting the other didn’t mind a bit of pain.

Davina’s emotions hit her senses before she looked over and saw the shift in expression and Cora furrowed her brow. The wolf always spoke what was on her mind and sometimes it was without holding back when perhaps she should for a second or two.

“I’m sorry…I mean…for what happened….”

Cora knew what had happened and no matter what faction you were from, they’d all suffered one way or another. Hurting from the loss of loved one and those close, was always going to be something Cora could relate to and it would always trigger a more understanding side.

“I can leave you alone if that is what you would like?”

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At Hayley’s defensive comment, the witch smirked. Opting for the non-answer and biting her tongue, she let the words hang in the air between them. The fact was, the male alpha belonged to her. Even if Hayley didn’t see it yet.. didn’t want to see it yet. There was so much Davina could say right now but it wasn’t often the shewolf opened up about her feelings and any sort of distraction was better from the dull throb in her temple right now.

An eyebrow raised at her words. “It doesn’t seem all that stupid to me.” It was clear by the way Hayley always spoke about him that she cared for the guy. Perhaps a little more than friends, perhaps she didn’t even realize. If her body was getting with the program, Davina wasn’t entirely sure how that could be a bad thing…

“Oh.” Well, she didn’t know that. “No, no, you’re not changing the subject young lady. Rewind back to the whole, I’m engaged, thing.” She frowned for a minute, thinking it over. Davina had never met Derek personally, but she’d heard so much about him from the older girl that it felt like she knew him- at least by proxy. 

“Honestly, if you’re interested, I don’t think it matters.” Well, it did, given the whole ‘they need to be married because of some old wolf law’, “what I mean is, if he didn’t push you then… I doubt he’ll push you now. Take the time to sort out how you feel within yourself and if it’s something you want to try…  I think he’d be the one to try it with?” More than just the fact that he was her fiance, for all intents and purposes… but if Hayley changed her mind, something told her he’d accept that, too.

When the witch’s lips curled into a smirk, the wolf felt a little more annoyance pass through her gaze. The other didn’t appear too keen on allowing her an out of this conversation, and by the looks of things, Hayley wouldn’t be able to weave out of answering the difficult questions. She wouldn’t have opened up to anyone else, but with Davina, there was a sense of sanctity when it came to secrets. They kept each other’s, and Hayley had no reason to believe this would be any different.

“But it is, Davina. It crossed a line, and when you step over a line like that, it’s pretty damn impossible to put that distance back between you.” Hayley’s shoulders sagged at the admission. It wasn’t just like Derek would forget what had happened. Surely, he’d leave her alone until she was ready for a discussion about it, but there would be a discussion at some point.  “And without that distance, I know that I’m going to fall more for him, and it’s going to ruin everything good that we’ve already created.” Anytime she let someone get too close, something happened to them, or Hayley just lost them entirely.

Hayley glanced at Davina innocently as she acted like she’d missed the importance of what she’d just offered the other. “-I suppose engaged isn’t technically the right word. More like betrothed.” She amended, shaking her head some. “Derek and I’s families have a place in the pack that enables us to be alphas, and that stems from the marks we share.” Looking for a second at the witch, the wolf pulled the edge of her shirt down to expose the back of her shoulder blade. “And there’s more logistics, but you don’t need all that to get the point.”

Hayley smiled sadly at Davina. The poor girl sounded years older than she was, and Hayley knew that wasn’t only because she was advanced for her age. Life had all but taken away the girl’s childhood when it brought her to the Harvest. The woman before her had had to grow up quickly to survive. “When did you become so wise?” She said playfully, trying to steer their conversation away from such a somber air before nodding. “I know he won’t push, but sometimes I wish he would, you know?”

Hayley wished she didn’t have to be the one that decided it was time or that it was okay. She probably needed someone to shove it in her face and force her to deal with it. Because if left to her own devices, the girl would run circles around the romantic problem until she dug a hole deep enough to bury it in.

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Burning On Both Ends | D & B

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Were the circumstances any different, Davina would have laughed at the otherwise brass Hunter who had a ‘kick ass, can do, nothing phases me’ attitude 99.8% of the time but was, right now, clutching onto her hand that little bit tighter as they lifted through the air. The same Hunter who didn’t instantly let go the moment their feet touched solid ground.

“You’re damn right it’s faster.” She choked out a laugh, a distraction from the sharp pain in her chest. She was a burnt out shell and standing was taking too much of a toll on her weakened state. 

Braeden turned to inspect her, without ever dropping the witches hand. Keen eyes roamed Davina’s body again, assessing the crimson stained white fabric of her sundress and the pale colour of her skin. It was the same way Marcel looked at her, a kind of penetrating gaze that saw beyond the facade she always had up.

The grip on her hand tightened further as she was all but dragged towards the female’s motorcycle. It was obvious by the firmness of her words that there was no arguing or leaving here, unattended. Rather than wasting her breath, she waited for the female to slide onto the bike.

When Braeden was in position, feet firmly planted on the ground as her strong body held the heavy chunk of metal in place, she jumped onto the back. It was an effort, sports bikes were higher on the passenger side. Kicking the metal pedal above the wheel down, she climbed up and over, tucking her dress in under her to give whatever modesty she could- it likely wouldn’t last but it was late and she doubted anyone would notice.

Thank god Braeden was a good rider, given her lack of protective clothing and poor shoes. She didn’t have a helmet, either. She moved as close as possible to Braeden, wrapping her arms around the older girl’s waist as her chest came flush with the other’s back. Her thighs squeezed around Braeden for added support before tapping twice against her, letting the other know she was locked and loaded… and that they needed to get outta here before she passed the hell out.

Death warmed over would be an improvement to how Davina looked. Right now, coated in dust and dirt, and stained with blood, the tiny witch looked like a ghost; brought back by unresolved traumas to haunt a city that’d wronged her. Between the cool wind, eerie silence, and empty streets, Braeden could’ve been on the set of a horror movie. 

She was glad that D didn’t try to fight her. The tiny witch was either too tired to protest or hurting too badly to be wary of her. It was a dead give away to the rough shape that she was in, and all the more reason for Braeden to get her back to her place right the fuck now. 

Once she’d dragged her tiny witch to her bike, Braeden didn’t bother rifling through the saddlebag for the med kit. The kind of attention that Davina needed wasn’t something she could do by street light. Instead of wasting time fussing over her, Braeden removed her helmet from the tank cover and handed it to her. While D busied herself getting the helmet on, Braeden threw a leg over the seat and straddled her bike. 

The kickstand was heeled back into place, and she waited for Davina to settle her small frame into place behind her before she switched on the ignition. Braeden touched a hand to Davina’s on her middle in wordless instruction, unsatisfied with the girl’s grip. 

D was practically swaying on her feet. Braeden wasn’t going to take the chance of her falling off of her bike. She’d strap that witch to her fucking back if she had to. Fairly confident that the thighs bracketing her hips had a strong enough hold to keep her in place for a few miles, she gave Davina’s knee a reassuring touch before revving the engine and speeding into the night. 

Traffic laws and speed limits were ignored as Braeden raced through town toward her apartment. Thankfully the cops had somewhere else to be tonight, and it wasn’t that far of a ride from where they started to where they were going. Less than ten minutes later they were pulling up in front of Braeden’s building. She toed down the kickstand and killed the engine, glancing over her shoulder to see how the witch was doing.

“How you holding up, D?” mused Braeden, waiting for her dismount before she got off of the bike herself. Once Davina was on her own two feet, she took the helmet from her possession and gripped it one hand before tucking her arm under Davina’s to help her climb three flights of stairs. “I got you. You’re safe with me.”

Once they were up the stairs and past her door, Braeden walked Davina over to the small table in the small space attached to the small kitchen. She helped her into one of the two chairs, set her helmet down on the table, and immediately started to gather everything she’d need to get Davina cleaned up. 

After shrugging out of her leather jacket, the electric kettle was filled and set to boil as she got the first aid kit out from under the sink and washed her hands up to her elbows. It wasn’t long before the kettle was screaming and, before filling a large bowl with the piping hot water, Braeden prepared a mug of chamomile tea. The mug was set down wordlessly in front of Davina and Braeden claimed the only other seat available at the table. 

As she opened a package of gauze, Braeden gave the witch a clinical inspection, grumbling the reassurance, “I have EMT training, and I’ve patched myself up enough times to know my way around a suture needle.” She glanced up to meet Davina’s gaze and murmured, “You’re in good hands, D.”

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He sat in silence for a few moments, soaking up the peace that her presence offered and just taking a few deep breaths. He was in between a rock and a hard place and honestly had no real good answer on how to solve any of it. No answer that wouldn’t end in chaos one way or another. The realization was hard, and absolutely robbed him of his breath.

Her hand on his arm drew his attention down and he frowned slightly, lifting the arm she touched and wrapping it around her, pulling her close up against his side and taking the comfort she allowed him. “It could be better. I promise..” He kind of laughed, nodding his head before sighing. He wanted to run with her, but honestly would it help? Taking her out of the city could help, but then again it could also make it worse.

“I’m going to get you out of here one day.” He promised, though the words didn’t even sound sure to him. “Italy, Paris, Rome. Wherever you want to go.. I’ll let you decide.”

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At the feeling of Davina’s small, delicate hand on her forearm, Braeden held the diminutive witch’s gaze, placed her hand on top of hers, and squeezed gently. She was relieved that Davina was as okay as she could be, all things considered. She was conscious and nothing was broken. That was as good as she could hope for under their current circumstances.

Pushing herself onto her feet, Braeden replied, “I don’t need you to be sorry, D. I need you to get up.” She couldn’t build a ladder out of apologies, and regret wasn’t a nylon rope that would get them out of here. 

Maybe it was crass, but Braeden hadn’t been coddled a single day in her life. She’d been raised a warrior, and warriors didn’t waste time with ‘I’m sorry’s when actions spoke louder than words. Actions got results. Actions would get them out of this damn hole. She appreciated the apology, but she’d appreciate an emergency evac a helluva lot more.

She grabbed Davina by the bicep when she tried to get herself upright, helping the younger girl back onto her feet while looking around at the hollow they’d dropped into. A whistle cut out of Braeden and echoed into the dark. She could just make out a stretch of cobbled brick and masonry in the moonlight. 

“That’s one way portal to Valhalla,” she muttered, resisting the urge to explore the subterranean infrastructure. Who knew what was down here? Probably just the sewer system, but underground tunnel systems were also prime real estate for newling vampire dens. Among other ghoulish beasties that liked dark, dank places.

The feeling of Davina’s hand slipping into hers brought her attention back onto the tiny girl beside her. Their fingers interlocked and she gave Davina’s hand an encouraging squeeze. It was only when gravity stopped working that she realized what the small witch had in mind. 

Braeden ignored her lizard brain, those self preserving instincts that were screaming at her to freak the fuck out and latch onto anything that would keep her grounded. Instead she tightened her grip on the hand in hers and kept her breaths steady, keeping still as they both levitated from the hole back up onto solid footing. 

Night greeted them with a breeze and Braeden breathed in the dewy scent of the surrounding flora. “I guess that was faster than navigating the sewers,” she muttered flatly, just about to release Davina’s hand from her hold until she turned to inspect the witch anew. At the sight of Davina face, neck, and dress stained in her blood, her dark hair powdery with dirt and dust, and the various cuts all over her body, Braeden tightened her grip on her hand, and started to pull her toward the Suzuki GSX-R600 parked nearby.

“Come on.” Her unyielding, commanding tone didn’t leave a lot of room to argue. Neither did her grip. “We need to get you cleaned up. You’re coming home with me.”

Were the circumstances any different, Davina would have laughed at the otherwise brass Hunter who had a ‘kick ass, can do, nothing phases me’ attitude 99.8% of the time but was, right now, clutching onto her hand that little bit tighter as they lifted through the air. The same Hunter who didn’t instantly let go the moment their feet touched solid ground.

“You’re damn right it’s faster.” She choked out a laugh, a distraction from the sharp pain in her chest. She was a burnt out shell and standing was taking too much of a toll on her weakened state. 

Braeden turned to inspect her, without ever dropping the witches hand. Keen eyes roamed Davina’s body again, assessing the crimson stained white fabric of her sundress and the pale colour of her skin. It was the same way Marcel looked at her, a kind of penetrating gaze that saw beyond the facade she always had up.

The grip on her hand tightened further as she was all but dragged towards the female’s motorcycle. It was obvious by the firmness of her words that there was no arguing or leaving here, unattended. Rather than wasting her breath, she waited for the female to slide onto the bike.

When Braeden was in position, feet firmly planted on the ground as her strong body held the heavy chunk of metal in place, she jumped onto the back. It was an effort, sports bikes were higher on the passenger side. Kicking the metal pedal above the wheel down, she climbed up and over, tucking her dress in under her to give whatever modesty she could- it likely wouldn’t last but it was late and she doubted anyone would notice.

Thank god Braeden was a good rider, given her lack of protective clothing and poor shoes. She didn’t have a helmet, either. She moved as close as possible to Braeden, wrapping her arms around the older girl’s waist as her chest came flush with the other’s back. Her thighs squeezed around Braeden for added support before tapping twice against her, letting the other know she was locked and loaded... and that they needed to get outta here before she passed the hell out.

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“Derek isn’t mine.” Hayley chided softly at the other’s choice of words. Evergreen orbs looked down at the other as she asked about what had happened. She knew that Davina wasn’t going to go spewing any of this out to Derek or Cora, but speaking of it all just seemed so teenage girl. The alpha sighed, picking at a tuft of grass beside her as she shook her head at the thought of Davina trying to kick Derek’s ass.

“No, it was me who did the stupid thing.” Hayley exhaled, tossing the separated pieces of grass away from her as she shrugged. “We danced at the gala, and I let myself get too close, physically.” She’d leave out the part about the ear biting as that seemed to be excess information, but Hayley thought she’d said enough to get the point of her statement across. 

Hayley licked over her lips as she thought about how to frame the context into something simple enough for the witch to understand without having to work too hard to make all the pieces fit. “I don’t know if you know, but Derek and I are technically engaged. It’s a pack thing, and it was agreed upon around the time I was born. When I came back, we agreed to let that be as it were and just see how things go. He never pushed me on that front. Now, that I’ve made it clear that I could be interested, I don’t think either of us know what to do with that.” 

Hayley looked over at Davina with a half smile then. She didn’t expect the younger girl to come up with any solutions for her, but it did feel good to at least vocalize all that had been going around in her head. “But, my love life is the last thing that needs to be on your mind.” The alpha decided, changing the subject with ease. “Tell me about your week.”

At Hayley’s defensive comment, the witch smirked. Opting for the non-answer and biting her tongue, she let the words hang in the air between them. The fact was, the male alpha belonged to her. Even if Hayley didn’t see it yet.. didn’t want to see it yet. There was so much Davina could say right now but it wasn’t often the shewolf opened up about her feelings and any sort of distraction was better from the dull throb in her temple right now.

An eyebrow raised at her words. “It doesn’t seem all that stupid to me.” It was clear by the way Hayley always spoke about him that she cared for the guy. Perhaps a little more than friends, perhaps she didn’t even realize. If her body was getting with the program, Davina wasn’t entirely sure how that could be a bad thing...

“Oh.” Well, she didn’t know that. “No, no, you’re not changing the subject young lady. Rewind back to the whole, I’m engaged, thing.” She frowned for a minute, thinking it over. Davina had never met Derek personally, but she’d heard so much about him from the older girl that it felt like she knew him- at least by proxy. 

“Honestly, if you’re interested, I don’t think it matters.” Well, it did, given the whole ‘they need to be married because of some old wolf law’, “what I mean is, if he didn’t push you then... I doubt he’ll push you now. Take the time to sort out how you feel within yourself and if it’s something you want to try...  I think he’d be the one to try it with?” More than just the fact that he was her fiance, for all intents and purposes... but if Hayley changed her mind, something told her he’d accept that, too.

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He crossed the room willingly, letting him pull her towards the bed. He eased himself onto it, pressing his back against the wall and frowning softly, but comfortable with the closeness he got to share with her. It made him feel a bit better, to be able to actually feel her, hear her, smell her… to know that she was still alive. But for how long?

“This is all kind of a mess, isn’t it?” He asked, turning his attention towards the brunette, keeping his lips gently turned into a frown. He had taken her with the best intentions, he wanted to save her, to keep her safe and give her the freedom that her coven wouldn’t. And now she was stuck there.

“Are you really ok though?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow. “You’re stuck here, D. With barely any contact. And I have no idea how long that’s going to last… You deserve better. I need to be able to give you better”

Marcel was timeless, a man who didn’t age given his immortality... and yet, as he sat there against the wall, dwarfing her tiny vintage bed frame- he suddenly looked ancient. The weight of all they’d had to carry too heavy on his broad shoulders. 

She knew there was only one way to fix things, had all but convinced herself that if the metaphorical trigger was to be pulled, she was the one to pull it.. but watching him right now was breaking her god damn heart. Could she really put him through it all? The loss and heartache, all over again? Her king had never known true peace, not in this life and not in his last and if she sacrificed herself... Davina wasn’t sure if he could come back from that.

A small hand reached out to his forearm, her thumb rubbing against the thick chords of muscle that ran along the length of it. “You’ve already given me the whole world, Marcel. I’m not sure how much better it could get...” She wasn’t just trying to soothe him- the vampire had saved her life. The first time, so many years ago- and every single day after that...

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Late night encounters || Cora & Davina

“That is true…I don’t like witches.”

Okay, so perhaps it wasn’t the correct thing to say at the time and strictly it wasn’t true about all witches because Cora did have one or two she cared about, but nobody could say she wasn’t direct. 

“ Though I don’t know you so I can’t comment. The wolves have had their share of being unpopular too. Popularity is over-rated anyway.”

The youngest Hale wasn’t interested in how popular she was, but she understood the other’s point. There was far more danger to encounter when you were disliked in a place like this and nobodies safety was ever really guaranteed. 

“Anyway…I don’t bite.”–there was a look of contemplation on her face. “….not very often.” Maybe it wasn’t the right time to show her humour but she didn’t usually hold back on her words, so if they were going to be crossing paths more often in the future, it would have to be something the other got used to. 

There was a slight narrowing of Cora’s eyes as she was referred to as wolf again. She was proud of what she was but didn’t always appreciate being called one instead of her proper name. It all depended on who was saying it though and the context in which it was said. On this occasion, it didn’t trigger her irritation at all. Instead, Cora gave a faint smirk. “Not sure about genuine pleasure, witch…but likewise.”

Davina Claire, another name to mentally log. She had a face and a name–that would be all she needed to remember and this wolf never forgot. 

“So… you visiting someone in here…or…just…keeping an eye on things?”

It seemed a little late to be visiting a dead relative or loved one, but people in NOLA seemed to do the abnormal at times. 

Davina smiled at her brass nature, it was refreshing to meet someone who honestly had no buffer. Cora had a way about her, she spoke her mind without inflection or judgement- it was just the truth.

She shrugged. “Isn’t that humanity for you? Everyone has their moment in the spotlight- good, bad or indifferent.”

A soft laugh escaped her at Cora’s honest contemplation at whether or not she would bite, or how often it occurred. “Well luckily for the both of us, I don’t mind a bit of pain.”

Her face reverted to a distant, pained expression when asked why she was here. Suddenly, she could hear the screams of her sisters the night of the Harvest. Looking around at the sullen cemetery, she wished she’d never come here at all.

“I was just... remembering.”

If she was Derek’s sister, there’s a chance Davina was safe here. A chance that Cora knew about that night and what had happened... but she wasn’t sure if that was a chance the witch was willing to bet on.

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Danielle Campbell as Kayla Powell in Tell Me A Story “Chapter 7: Betrayal” (1.07)

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Danielle Campbell behind the scenes for Ferrvor cover shoot. ( x. )

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                 ———–  i guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

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After a wheezing breath and a cough, Braeden groaned a grated, “Fuck me,” and rolled onto her back. 

Pain lanced through her skull, sharp and angry. When she moved her arm, to touch the bump pumping her head full of throbbing discomfort, she hissed as the rest of her body shouted in protest. She’d used her body to shield Davina from the fall and, fuck, was she feeling the results of that judgement call. 

When she pulled her hand back from her head her fingers were slick with blood. Not a lot, and she probably wasn’t concussed, but she sure as shit got her bell rung; that was for damn sure. Sitting up had pain playing her ribs like a xylophone and, taking stock of the rest of her limbs, she added her ankle, hip, and back to the VIP list of sore spots. 

Pushing herself into a seated position with a groan and a wince, Braeden stared up at the hole they’d fallen through. Moonlight was spilling in through the five foot gap, a pillar of pale silver that shone down on them with just enough light for her to gauge the distance they’d fallen. Roughly twelve feet of not-doing-that-again. It could have been worse. They could have been speared by rebar. 

Just when a girl needed some silver lining.

The quiet, strained sound of Davina’s voice snapped Braeden to attention. She was sprawled near by, covered in a thick dusting of dirt and bloody all over. Aches and pains forgotten, Braeden pushed herself onto her feet and rushed over to the small witch. She crouched down beside her, hands hovering as she looked for a safe place to touch Davina that wouldn’t hurt any more than what was necessary. 

“Davina,” she murmured softly down to the girl, deciding to grab her by her shoulders and help her to sit up. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Anything broken?” She didn’t wait to hear her answers, instead Braeden gave her tiny counterpart a pat down. Shit, there was a lot of blood. Not liters of it, but small trickles from a lot of places. Was that glass? How the hell…  

Gently, oh so gently, she felt her arms and hands for any breaks or dislocations. When she didn’t find any, she moved to her legs with the instructions, “Wiggle your toes and roll your ankles for me.” 

Cursing herself for never having a med-kit on her when she needed one, Braeden decided there was nothing she could do for Davina’s cuts right then. Without anything to clean her injuries, sterilized tweezers to remove the glass, or clean bandages to stop the bleeding and cover her wounds, her skills as a combat medic were pretty much useless. And they didn’t even begin to cover the whole bleeding out of her eyes, ears, and nose issue.

“Can you walk?” she asked, pushing herself onto her feet then hopping on a foot when a slight sting yelped in her ankle. Braeden gingerly tested her foot, slowly easing weight onto it until she decided that the ache was manageable, ignore-able even. A hand reached down to help the witch onto her feet. “Up and at’em, D. I’m gonna need your help getting us out of here.”

Braeden was talking but it seemed to be words spoken on auto pilot. She was already patting the witch down, feeling for any breakages herself- as if that was the only way she’d be complacent enough with a response. If it didn’t hurt so much, she’d have smiled.

Davina did as instructed, moving the various parts of her body until Braeden was content in the knowledge that nothing was broken, that she was okay- for the most part. Normally, the witch would argue but it was clear as day on the Hunter’s face and frankly, she didn’t have it in her.

A hand reached out to Braeden, touching her gently on the forearm. “I’m okay, honestly. I’m sorry.” There was really nothing else she could say, she had no clue what had happened. Well, that was a lie- she knew exactly what had happened but the shock of it literally levelling out a city block was too much for her to comprehend right now.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this one? Not just to Braeden, it wasn’t like the girl had to hide from the older female on this occasion but damn. She glanced at Braeden, who’d just asked out loud another thing she’d been wondering herself. Could she walk?

On a harsh grunt, the witch managed to lift herself to a standing position. The body seemed fine, but her head- the ache was blaring against her skull. She was going to feel this one for days. It was getting worse, the magic, the build up... Davina feared the next time this happened.

Swiping at the blood staining her cheeks, she tried to focus on the task at hand. To lift them up and out was going to take whatever was left of her energy. Her hand found Braeden’s, interlocking their fingers as she glared at the surface. 

Channelling all of her magic into levitating their bodies up the several metre gap until they were firmly on solid ground. Looking around at the devastation around them, the witch wondered if she should fix the bulk of it before anyone noticed, or blame it on the ‘earthquake’... 

Burning On Both Ends | D & B