#Well. Bulls’ shit is thicker than blood. And that’s what your life is gonna be full of if you stick with toxic people because of blood

[lionblaze03-2]

personally I don’t hate gray wing nearly as much as everyone else because he’s a great example of having rose colored glasses just because ‘well, he’s family’, and not realizing until far too late that that essentially ruined his life and made him amount to almost nothing. Because clear sky is his brother, he wants to assume the best of him. Surely, my brother would never. Surely he didn’t mean it like that. Surely he’ll do better next time. He’s my brother. He COULDN’T be a bad guy. So he keeps giving him chances, over and over and over again, until it’s completely destroyed him. Until he can no longer breathe, his lungs full of toxic smoke that clear sky abandoned him to breathe in, until he is under his claws, nearly killed under the moonlight, until his people are battered again and again, until borders become inevitable. But he never, ever realizes, because- it’s his brother. Surely, his brother will do better next time. Surely, he didn’t mean it. Surely, he will change.

And believing that is the death of him.

[goodnightallwhites]

Mommy's Secret BlackingPacking

Women are shit. It was a term I heard in some way, shape, or form nearly every day now from the people I spent my time with. Well, not really like that. They were people online, people who I didn’t know, but people I could complain about. I had tons to complain about. I was romantically hopeless. I’ve never had a girlfriend, never even kissed a girl. They never seemed interested in me. Maybe I was too skinny, too thin-wristed, too round-faced, too wide-eyed. A short guy with a baby face. That’s what I complained about around half the time I was online. The other half I spent jacking my meager 3 inch pin penis until I shot my load into the trash or the toilet. I was getting into increasingly demeaning fetishes. Mostly with dominant women and pathetic little cuckold men. I was afraid that I’d have to be in a relationship like that. I loved jacking to it, but after I came? I was always disgusted with myself.

I hated girls more though. I hated all of them. They always fucked and dated the worst guys, and made fun of guys like me. Called me pin-dick. Made fun of me for being short and hairless. I tried to be nice to them but they wouldn’t care either way. They always dated loud, obnoxious apes who were fighting and bragging in public all the time. Almost always these guys were black. I jerked off to blacked a ton. It was like my addiction. I tugged it to blacked and blackedraw and especially cuckold sessions. My favorite part was how white guys always got their little dicks humiliated by snow bunnies who just had to take the biggest cock available. My least favorite part was how I hated myself after I busted a nut. How I had to convince myself that BBC was a myth. How I wanted to cry and chop my dick off. Of course women would want the biggest dick they could get. They were shallow and stupid and only cared about getting the best train run on them but some nigger with a 2 foot cock. Why should I even bother? Even the nerdiest girl in my school could probably get some black asshole to fuck her if she acted slutty enough. I was sure every girl I ever liked thought I was a loser just because my dick was a bit below average. I didn’t trust women and I didn’t like them. The one exception I always thought was true was my own mother. She was tall, busty, beautiful, and always the nicest person in my life. I felt bad when I occasionally jerked off to a certain outfit she wore. How she’d occasionally show off enough skin for me to get turned on. Rubbing out a load into my hand still felt wrong, but it felt more normal. Plenty of guys said stuff like ‘I fucked your mom’. It couldn’t have been worse than me gooning to interracial porn I hated. One night I was doing just that. I was bored and my balls had been wanting to be drained all day after a good edging session last night. My homework was tossed around the floor while I was on the computer. My feet were spread on my desk with the keyboard and mouse on my stomach. I was slouched way down, and my pants were at my ankles while I played with myself. My little dick was rock hard as I watched Kendra Sutherland stare at a chocolate monster that was the size of her whole neck and head. Even hotter was the fact that a girl posted it. 

I wanted to edge because post but clarity hit hard. I watched an amateur POV video of the viewers girlfriend explaining why big black cock was superior. How it was bigger and thicker and more filling and how it hit all her spots and whenever it came in her it flooded her womb and pussy until there was literally nothing left. She said she’d spoken to ‘your’ mom and sister and all your exes and they all take black cock on the regular. They all will never go back to white boys and all know you’re a tiny dicked loser who can’t satisfy a girl to save his life. But I at least got the change to be taught how to eat a creampie and was threatened with chastity if I came even once before she did. I had to let go of my dicklet then because I knew a light breeze would all it would take to cum. I wanted to get a chastity belt so I could stop spending every night gooning to blacked. I hated women and I hated these pornstars who bragged about how little they thought of guys like me. I never asked to be white or tiny dicked. I hoped I would find the rare loving girl like my mom. But I’ve heard of popular, smart jocks at my school being dumped because they didn’t measure up to girls standards. White jocks at least. And I didn’t wanna date an ugly girl, or some fat weirdo. But honestly I came to the fact that that’s all a teeny white nerd like me could get. I really wanted that chastity cage. It’s been embarrassing in the gym locker rooms but black guys already bullied the small cocks of white guys everyday so I wouldn’t feel much difference. The girls might be meaner but at least I’d get their attention. I thought of mom again. I’d seen my dad in the shower before. He was, like me, a short, unimpressive white man, and it turned out he had a totally tiny penis too. It might have even been smaller than mine. 3 inches was technically fine, but dad had a straight up micropenis. And if mom loved him with that, I was sure I had a chance. So tonight, I was jerking off yet again, but this time it was to more wholesome content. Instead of women getting brutally fucked by gigantic black dicks or POVs of women talking about how much better their horse cocks are. Today I was just watching a calm jerk off encouragement video with a calm, quiet girl who acted all loving and romantic. It still got my little shaft full of blood, so I was happy tugging to her. I started hearing something weird though. There was a loud moaning in the background. There was always loud moaning when I watched porn, but this jerk off session didn’t have that kind of video. I checked all my other tabs, but there wasn’t any hardcore porn anywhere. Then I took of my headphones. To my horror, I found it was aloud, but my headphones were still plugged in. Meaning… It had to be coming from somewhere else in the house! I live in my house with my parents and older sister, who was out with her friends touring a college a city away. My dad wasn’t home either, only my mom.   So sure enough, when I followed the sound, it came from the end of the hallway her room. What was mom doing… I cracked open the door just a tiny bit- and there I saw it. She was laying down on the bed with her legs spread wide and her toes curled in what had to be pleasure because she was begging for more. What was worse was what was in between her legs. It was a black man, huge, tall, and muscular. The kind of- of nigger I hated! Fucking my own mom? “I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming on your big, huge black dick again!” He thin arms flopped to the side of her as she became like a ragdoll. Orgasm shot through her with loud moans. Orgasm!? I had spoken to a lot of girls online and even sexted. They told me they enjoyed sex, but never orgasmed. They said girls didn’t, so I shouldn’t feel bad if I couldn’t make one. But my mom obviously just had one. “Yeah, three times a night bitch!?” yelled the manly black bull she fucked. I was in shock. Three times a night? “And I haven’t even cum yet!” “Lets see- if you can last another half hour then!” A half an hour? How long had they been doing this for? Weren’t guys supposed to last for 2 minutes in real sex? No way that blacked garbage was REAL?! “I’m close babe,” he said, “but you gotta beg for it?” Beg? He was gonna make my mom- “Fuck yes, give it to me babe, give it to me, you know how much I love your cum, pull that huge fucking dick out stud, shoot your perfect hot thick fucking black cum all over me!” Unbelievable. I was seething- how could she do this? I was still coping though. No way MY mom was really there. It couldn’t be. And the things she was saying? Just dirty talk, right? “FUCK yes,” she let out. She breathed heavily. “Fuck you’re gonna make me fucking cum again before you do! Your dick’s better in every fucking way than my husbands!” I gulped. She HAD to just be saying this to turn him on. It was a nice thing. She’d probably been faking orgsms! There’s no way she could really love this nigger more than my dad, right? “Mmmmm, babe, scream again- I fuckin LIKE that!” “I can’t- we’re already being to loud- my son will hear!” “You told me you didn’t give a shit about him, babe, you just want my dick.” “Fuck… you’re right.” What the hell? “Give it to me! Yeah, yeah fucking give it to me!” “Ahhh fuck yeah babe, I’m fuckin cumming, I’m gonna cum raw in your tight little cunt!” “Pull out! Pull out pull out! I’m not on the pill!” “AH FUCK!!” He yelled, pulling back to rip his dick out of the pussy I was born from. I was hoping I’d be proven right about black dicks, that they were average, like any other dick. Maybe above average, if it felt especially good. I expected- no, I hoped to see a penis about 5 or 6 inches in length, seven at the most. “FUCK YEAH!” he yelled. That monster had to be a foot long. He slammed it down onto my mom’s toned stomach that she worked so hard on. She was proud of it. Now I could only think of how this huge, 12 inch dicked nigger slammed his huge cock on it and started cumming like a firehose. He shot thick ropes onto her tits, her face, even the pillows she shared with dad. And I was getting off to it. As they both breathed heavily in their afterglow, I snuck off before they noticed me peeping, and ran to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me a little too loud. Hopefully they wouldn’t be suspicious of that. Hell, hopefully it was a dream. I couldn’t believe it. Any of it! I washed my face with cold water and I hoped to wake up. I was already awake. I looked at my face. The face of the only son of a man and woman who really loved each other, right? I hated myself, but at least I could say that. Now I couldn’t. My mom was a whore, just like every other woman on earth. 

I pulled my pants down. My small dick, a quarter his size, was still rock hard. I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was wrong with white women? What the hell was wrong with white dicks?? What the fucking hell was wrong… with me. I started jerking off.

[theoriginaltvdsweetheart]

Finding Ourselves: Saving Davina Claire (Chapter 1)

Five years to think about it and Elijah felt guilty. He didn't let his siblings know. It was something that he kept to himself, but every time he looked at Kol, guilt filled him. For the sake of family. She was family, too. The love of Kol's life. He cared for her. Yet, he hadn't acted like it in a very long time and he had five years of regretting it under his belt. That girl deserved better. Seeing Hayley as he awoke for the first time in those five long years should have been a happy moment. Yet, the happiness was not there. He had to fake it. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see her. It was that he could breathe air again and SHE could not. He could see a person that he cared for, but he took that away from HER. Seeing his niece, saving Klaus, the next few weeks were a blurr. He was going through the motions and his family could now tell. He was lying to them and attempting to lie to himself. Guilt was not overcoming him. He did what he had to do. There was no other way. It was for his family. These things ran over and over again in his brain and he still couldn't convince himself of it. Perhaps, that's why he stole her remains in the middle of the night. Perhaps, that's why a witch was now desperately trying to resurrect her and failing. "I need more power. Wherever she is, it's extremely difficult to get her from. Perhaps, I could channel your sister?" The witch asked, looking sympathetically at Elijah. Her nose and eyes were bleeding. "No." He stared off into the distance. "That's not a possibility." Elijah turned from the witch. He'd tried. It should have been enough to subdue that guilt, but it wasn't. He still felt it gnawing at him. It might just be something he has to live with for the rest of eternity. "I have an idea, but…I don't know if you want to go to this length." The witch paused. The Original had now turned and looking at her with an intense gaze. It made her squirm a bit. "Something may be holding her soul wherever she is, but…I might be able to send yours to join her. It would require you being daggered, but I think I can send your soul from your body to join hers. I just need to link you to her remains and a dagger. It's expected that you don't trust me even though you've known my family since I was a little girl. So, if you'd like to have someone here…" Elijah interrupted her. "I will get the dagger. You've done things for me before. Never once have you betrayed me. We will move locations to make it harder for us to be found." He said as the witch gathered her things and Elijah took her to a protected house. No one could enter without permission. Elijah got the dagger. The witch linked him to Davina's remained and sent his soul to find hers. When he woke, he was in a dark place. Elijah knew it must be his soul in this place and not his body. It was cold and he could barely see his hand in front of his face. He got up and started on a journey. A journey that led him to a place in the middle of the woods. He could hear voices and suddenly, they died. Then, one struck through. "You have a hell of a lot of nerve, you know that?" "Davina…" Elijah looked around. He could hear her, but he couldn't see her. "I don't know how you got here, but you can leave now." "And if I don't?" "You might not want to find out. I'm just slightly pissed. And, here I thought Klaus was the biggest monster." She was closer. He could sense it. His gaze finally found blue eyes glowing in the dark. "I have come to bring you back, if that helps." He felt a sudden pain in his head and then he could feel himself slipping into some kind of unconscious state. Her last word to him before he slipped off. "Bull shit." xXXXXXXXX Davina Claire didn't know what she'd become. She'd killed Elijah Mikaelson over and over again and all she could feel was the urge to continue. She wanted to crack him. She wanted him to cry for mercy and she was not getting what she wanted. He'd choked on his own blood, something she'd used on him before. It gave her a ping of satisfaction watching him suffer as blood poured from his mouth, but it wasn't enough. She set him on fire. During that, he groaned out, but he still didn't ask for mercy. She'd made him try to tear his own skin off, but not even that gave her the satisfaction she wanted. As he healed, she was contemplating her next move when his voice broke through her thoughts. "Have you reached satisfaction yet, or are you making yourself feel as guilty as I do?" "You feel guilty?" Davina laughed. "Good! You should! You're a selfish bastard." "And yet I've come to right my wrongs, to seek forgiveness." Elijah's stare was enough to cause anyone to forgive him, because the sincerity could be seen in his eyes. Yet, Davina felt angry. She didn't want to care that he was trying to be noble. Her soul was hexed. She'd been trapped in a dark place and all she wanted to want was to make him pay. But, there it was. That little tiny bit of light. That light was going to be her doom. It already had been. "Screw it. You can't do much worst." She unchained him and backed up. He stood up, straightening what remained of his clothing. It was covered in blood and burnt, but it covered the parts he needed to be covered. "So, how the hell are you getting us out of here? And, you better hope to God that your sister isn't helping you, because what I did to you will look like cake." Davina growled as her breathing deepened when she noticed the Original coming her way. She didn't get a chance to stop him before he had her pinned against the wall so that she had to listen to him. "I do feel guilty for my part in what was done and I do understand your anger, but I'd like to remind you not to threaten my family, because I will not tolerate you or anyone else hurting them. You took your anger out on me, if you need to take some more, so be it, but you will not harm Freya." Elijah spoke quickly and clearly before he backed off. He was on his knees again before he knew what happened. "Next time, don't touch me." Davina rolled her eyes and extended her hand. "A truce, I guess. For now." Elijah looked at it and a crooked smile graced her face as he narrowed his eyes. He took her hand and stood, before dropping it. "How long have I been here?" He asked. Davina folded her arms and tilted her head, rolling her eyes. "Does it look like I have a clock laying around. Probably not that long. A few hours, at least." "A few hours?" A pondering look came to his face as he turned from her and looked around. "Any clue where we are exactly?" "We're dead. Or I am, anyway. This is the plain that Ariane put us on seconds before the ancestral plain disintegrated…" "Ariane?" "Yeah, Ariane. Ya know? Another life that you took." "She's here?" "No, she just brought me here and decided to go back and be with the ancestors as their plain blew up." Davina nodded. "Yeah, she's here. There's four of us here. Ya know? The voices in the woods?" "Right." Elijah recalled. He looked back at her and he had the faintest sign of a smirk on his face. "Davina?" "Yeah." "Loose the attitude. It's becoming quite the annoyance now." Davina smiled. It was a very sarcastic, very demeaning smile. "Awe, do you want a little respect? Like you respecting me enough to kill me?" A frustrated sigh came from the Original. "Would you like me to leave you here?" His expression showed very little emotion. "I just need to know if I am wasting my time or if you are actually going to be of assistance to get us out of here?" Davina gave another eye roll and rested her hand on a cocked hip. Her lips were still curved upward as if she were amused, but it was far from amusement. "So, that's what guilt looks like. Huh." The sarcasm in her tone only grew thicker as the words escaped her lips. "Is that supposed to scare me? You're the reason I'm here to begin with, remember? No one asked you to come here. No one told you to." The downfall of the hex the ancestors placed upon her before the ancestral plane was destroyed was that it tore her soul to shreds leaving very little. Now she was like a light switch. She either cared or she didn't, depending on her mood. "You've wasted your entire life away. What's a little more time gonna hurt?" Elijah let out an irritated chuckle as he looked down, trying to regain his composure. She was no doubt pushing his buttons and Elijah had become a little less patient than he used to be. He finally looked up to her and gave a nod. "Very well. Stay here, but you will never say that I didn't attempt to right what was wronged." Elijah walked outside and poked his hands in his pockets, looking at the dark sky. His eyes searched it as his mind pondered. The idea hit him. The plain had to connect to the real world in some way. "Davina..." He called to her to join him. Davina shrugged his words off and said nothing more to him, until he called for her again. She made her way out to him to see what he wanted. Once she stood beside him, he pointed at the sky. "Can you light up the sky? Completely fill it with fire? There is a place where the plain meets the real world and I do believe it is the sky. I need to send a signal to my witch to remove the dagger. You will have to hold my hand. And don't let go. No matter what." Davina's eyes narrowed and she bit the inside of her cheek, the words hanging off the tip of her tongue due to his demands, though still not a word was spoken. Elijah gritted his teeth due to the look on her face. "Stop being a brat and listen." He glared at her. "The ultimate revenge would be to return, would it not? To show what Davina Claire is made of. So, why on Earth would you stay here if I am giving you a way out?" Turning her eyes from him, she glanced up at the sky. Five years. She's had five years to do what? Play with magic. They couldn't die because they were already dead so they all became the other's guinea pig until even that became a bore. The sky illuminated with ease. "Because I'll have to forgive you." She finally said while turning her eyes back to him. They were blank, her emotions unreadable, but she grabbed his hand. "And I don't want to." Elijah smiled at her as she took his hand. "That's too bad." was the last thing he said before his vision went dark. They both woke up. Upon awakening, Davina inhaled a deep breath of air. It was harsh, pricking at her throat and lungs, but bearable. She laid there for a minute, rubbing her forehead with her hand. There was good reason for that, she was checking for the mark. The witch looked shocked. "It worked. Oh my god. It worked!" Elijah felt groggy as he sat up. "I need blood." He choked out. He looked over at Davina and then back to the witch. Elijah didn't know what kind of state Davina was in, really. If he left the witch alone with her, she may be as good as dead. So, he turned to the girl, who had helped him so much already. "Now...How are you with removing hexes on one's soul?" She shook her head. "It can't be done." Elijah gazed into her eyes causing her to squirm once again. He didn't know if it could be or not, but he needed her to leave and if she was to find information on removing the hex on Davina's soul, it couldn't hurt. "It can be. Find out how." He compelled her and she left. "The hex won't do anything unless I die again. It's repairing the soul you need to be worried about and I don't need your or anyone else's help in doing it, capeesh?" Davina blurted out while sitting up. Elijah looked to Davina. "I need to feed. Do not reveal yourself just yet." He warned her. A faint smirk teased her lips. "Not reveal myself? Does that mean that I still have to keep my end of the truce and not go kill that sister of yours? You spoil all the fun." Her smirk grew for a brief moment before it faded altogether and her expression became blank once more. She extended her wrist as if it was nothing. She knew Elijah had control and there was a little bit of trust there that not even she expected that she'd have towards him. Especially not after what he did. "Feed. And try not to kill me in the process. Then you can whisk me away to a secret hideaway. As long as there's food. Lots of food. And I need a drink." Elijah shook his head and a smile graced his lips as a single chuckle escaped. "You cannot kill my sister and a secret hideaway won't be necessary. I'll let you return to your loved ones soon." He took her wrist and bit into it, feeding briefly. "For now. I can't kill your sister, for now." Davina reiterated as she felt the sting of his fangs and stared at him as he fed on her blood. After Elijah was done, he dropped her wrist and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. Walking towards the door, he turned and said, "But, I do believe there is one person who deserves to see you this instant." He opened the door. "I do suppose you need presentable clothing first. Into the quarter, we go." He motioned for her to go out the door ahead of him. "Did I stutter or something? I don't care about seeing anyone or getting presentable clothes. I just want food, damn it. I feel like I can eat an entire cow. Or a few." Davina stated while walking out of the door ahead of him. "Well, I'm not taking you for food unclothed." He motioned to her body that had only a few scraps of a decayed dress. While her body remained intact, her clothes did not. "We will stop by a clothing shop and then Rousseau's to see a friend of yours, who did indeed mourn you quite a bit." Davina rolled her eyes and muttered obscenities under her breath. "Fine." There was no point in arguing because she looked like a true rag doll at the moment. He put his jacket over her and opened the car door. She got in and he shut it, going around and getting in the driver's seat. Davina kept quiet, not really in the talkative mood, as he drove into New Orleans. His jacket was huge on her, practically swallowing her as it draped over her shoulders. She closed it and snuggled into the seat. Elijah stopped briefly at a clothing store, coming out with a new dress and handing it to her. He had adverted his eyes from looking at her body the entire time she'd been back and had been doing quite well, only catching slight glimpses here and there. He was a man after all, but he was trying to be respectful. Once he handed her the dress, she threw his jacket off of her, peeled the scraps from her body, and put the dress on, not caring if he or anyone else saw her do it or not. Walking into Rousseau's, he should have known Marcel would be there. And, indeed Marcel almost fell out of his chair when he saw Davina. He got up and walked over to the them. "What the hell is this? Some kind of sick joke?" The anger was clear in his voice, but it was Davina who spoke up first. "My thoughts exactly." She turned her gaze to Elijah and folded her arms over her chest after Marcel spoke, indicating for Elijah to begin explaining. "Do tell what the hell this is." Elijah shrugged. "I owe you no explanation whatsoever Marcel. You can believe it is Davina or you can not." He pushed passed him and went over to the bar, turning towards the DJ stand. After hearing Elijah's words to Marcel, Davina had to stifle a chuckle. "Sorry. Guess neither one of us will be finding out today." She shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly before walking away. When Josh saw Elijah, he got away from the DJ stand quickly. As he approached, Elijah looked towards Davina. Josh followed his gaze. "Holy shit. You did it. You actually kept your word. I mean...I didn't think you would lie..I just couldn't believe you actually wanted to fix your mistake. Not that...Yeah, I'm gonna shut up now." Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Elijah was talking to Josh. Out of all people, it was him. He walked over and hugged Davina, but quickly pulled away. "You...You remember me, right?" He didn't know what Davina had been through or how she was now. So, he was nervous. Davina was in too much shock at first to return the hug, but after hearing his words, she looked him over before looking into his eyes and laughing; genuinely laughing. "Of course, I do, silly." Her arms draped around his neck as she pulled him into the tightest embrace she could muster. Davina doubted there was anything left of her at all until she saw him. In that moment, she knew that it wasn't too late and a piece of her was still intact. While hugging Josh, she glanced to Elijah and mouthed the words 'thank you'. Elijah smiled at Davina's 'thank you' and the interaction between the two. He nodded and took a sip of the drink he ordered. Once she pulled away from the hug, she smiled at Josh. "Why in the world are you still in this city?" Josh shrugged. "Just chillin,' I guess. I DJ at Rousseau's and vampires and humans are both welcome. It's kinda fun. Of course...The vamps aren't allowed to feed off of the humans. It's everything Cami wanted. Witches are allowed, too. So, your good." He joked, hugging her tightly. "I just...I can't believe it. You're actually here and... When the Originals returned, the last thing I expected was Elijah Mikaelson to walk in here and actually apologize to me. Well, that's not exactly the way it happened. I was kinda drunk and yelled at him and he said he was gonna make it right. Kinda, not in so many words, but I knew what he meant. Here you are." He hugged her yet again. "Sorry, I'm just so glad you're alive." Davina couldn't stop laughing at his over reactive rambling. It was adorable and it was totally Josh. "Is that so?" She asked in response to his outburst about Elijah while biting back another laugh. "But yeah, Cami would've wanted it that way. I'm glad to see you're doing well, but I'm going to have to cut this short." She hugged him one last time before parting ways and going to Elijah. Josh bid her goodbye and went back to his DJing. He kept his eyes on her almost the entire time, because he was scared that if he looked away, she'd disappear, or he'd wake up. He'd missed her dearly. She was the best friend he'd ever had. Sitting down at the bar, she noticed that Marcel had disappeared, but it escaped her mind as she looked at the Original. "Why did you care so much whether I came back or not?" She asked bluntly. "You did it for your family, did you not? And if I were to seek revenge against any of them, you'd do it again, so why?" As Davina approached with her questions, Elijah looked down at the glass, turning it around and around. "Does it matter? You are here. I did care. Why is the reason important?" He countered her questions. "What are you trying to pull? Reverse psychology or something?" She asked and reached over, taking his drink. Without thinking twice, she downed the rest of it and slid the empty glass back to him, biting back a smirk. "Because I'm curious. That's why." "Very well." He paused, turning his gaze to meet hers. "Because I've always quite liked your fierce spirit, you are a sweet girl, and the circumstances may have altered my perception a bit, but you were still you. And, I did feel guilty, because you did not deserve what you were dealt." Elijah confessed. He ordered another drink and ordered one for Davina. "I'll need her ID." The bartender declared. Elijah looked into his eyes. "No, you don't." He compelled. "Nevermind." The bartender said in monotone. Davina tilted her head to one side and grinned. "Fair enough. Though I wanna see you try to kill me while I'm alive and not waiting on someone to resurrect me. The result would be a hell of a lot different." She taunted for a minute before laughing and taking the drink that the bartender brought. "Anyways, why did Josh say when you all returned? How long has it been exactly?" Elijah was hesitant. "Five years. It has been five years. Marcel did revenge your death. He is a special kind of vampire and his bite can kill even an Original. Like Lucien. He bit Kol and I. We were asleep until Hayley found a cure. I had five years to regret the things that occurred. And with that, I officially extend my apology." He downed his drink and ordered another. Her eyes widened and she was actually taken aback, but only momentarily. "Five years?" She blurted out. Shaking her head, she had to down the other drink to rid the disbelief. "So, you suffered a bit, huh? I guess all is forgiven. You were the only one who managed to figure out how to save me. And, I set you on fire. That felt pretty good." Elijah laughed. It was genuine. "I thank you." He got up and threw money on the bar. "I suppose I should be going..." He looked at her and then around. "Until next time." "Later." Davina looked at her drink and then back. He was gone.