Who: Davina Claire & Stefan Salvatore When: Around when she found out what they did to Kol. Where: His place What: It's the triumph return of rage!Davina. Status: Closed; Incomplete
The young witch stalked down the hall, plumes of magic causing the lights to crackle and spark above her. She should have known better than to trust Stefan, to trust any of them after Kol showed up. Their dislike for the original vampire was obvious and while she could understand why, Davina had seen a different side of the man they so loathed and hated. Kol could be good. He didn't turn her into his mother or steal the stake from her. He worked with her on spells, combining his own powers with hers. He possessed another body, Kaleb, and looked completely different, but none of that mattered. Kol remained Kol regardless of the face he wore, his own or a young witch's. It meant he had a shot at being good again and Davina was determined to give him that chance. His second chance. She couldn't lose him again. A vampire, yes, but still the man she'd grown to care for deeply in New Orleans. She vowed to keep him alive no matter what; when people hurt those Davina cared for, killing them was never not an option.
Her friendship with the vampire, Stefan Salvatore, had been a rocky one since the start. The vampire arrived with his humanity off and Davina saw this as running away from your problems. She didn't hesitate to tell him so either. To her, it took more bravery, more strength to feel something in this world, happiness or sadness. Caring about another person, something outside yourself, took courage because in doing so, you let yourself become vulnerable. You acquire a weakness and humans had so many of those anyway, but Davina had come to believe it was worth it. Even if the pain was so bad sometimes that you wanted to die. Something happened and Stefan flipped it back on. With his humanity restored, she found herself engaging in a friendship of sorts with him. To trust anyone was a difficult task for Davina because she'd been used more than once by those she had faith in. He was still on the cusp of fully gaining that trust when Kol arrived. She'd asked Stefan not to hurt him, to keep his friends from doing anything, but he hadn't. He'd engaged in capturing Kol and if Klaus hadn't shown up-strange to be grateful for that cold-hearted bastard-they may have caused permanent damage. While Davina was asking about Kol's location, Stefan knew all along and said nothing. Saying nothing to Davina was just as bad as lying.
One of the lights sparked violently and seconds later, the bulb shattered sending milky shards raining on the carpet. What she was going to do to Stefan would be much, much worse than simply breaking light bulbs and flickering lights. That was for amateurs and Davina was no amateur with magic or any part of witchcraft. She created her own spells, something that only Elders were rumored to have the capability to do. By the time she was done with him, he'd wish vampire blood hadn't brought him back two centuries ago. The door to his apartment loomed in front of her, tall, dark wood, solid and strong. With a simple wave of her hand, she had it off its hinges and crashing to the floor on the other side with a loud thud. "Stefan, where are you?" she called out furiously. "For each minute I wait, I will destroy something."