"DAVINA!" I shout out at the top of my lungs, my tone was panicked I sped over to where she was laying unconscious and I kneel next to her. I lift her into my arms, careful not to hurt her, and cradle her body. For some reason, there is this unexplainable fear inside of me when seeing her unconscious and my stomach churns at the thought of her hurt. Or worse.

"Love, wake up." I called to her, worry lacing my every word as I shake her gently, ignoring the feel of her soft thighs, brushing against my arms or how perfectly she fits in my arms and the tingles that shoots in me when our skin comes into contact.

Her eyes flutters and she woke up. I let out a breath of relief I didn't even know I was holding and realised what happened. She passed out from magic overuse. Our eyes lock and we get caught up in the trance like state we were in when we saw each other for the first time a few minutes ago. I finally tear my eyes away from her with great reluctance, glancing at my twin, before deciding to lighten the mood with some teasing.

"You know, love, if you wanted to be in my arms all you had to do was ask you didn't have to pass out. " I said cheekily to her and her cheeks inflamed. She gives me a small smile, one that leaves me breathless, and I return it without even thinking about it. I hear her heart speed up and I felt like I am ten feet tall. I did that.

I reluctantly open my arms to let her go and she gets up.

"Tim!" She yells out horrified and runs toward the back of the room, where Nik and Tim where blown backward, and runs to the door as I get up.I see Nik above us, on the balcony, he talks on his cell phone and I decide to eavsdrop. What's the worst that could happen?

"What do you mean, 'She's missing?' " He asks angrily. Who? Hayley? Fuck, I hope not. Elijah would never let me live it down. Any of us for that matter.

"What do you think I mean? There's blood and bodies everywhere, someone's ripped this lot to shreds, and there's no smart-aleck pregnant girl." Bekah snaps at him. Great, just great. You know when I thought 'what's the worst that could happen?', I didn't actually mean for the worst to happen. Fucking Murphy and his bad timing.

"Keep looking. I'm on my way." Nik says and hangs up and I see he pulls Tim up onto his feet. Oh, that moron better not be doing what I think he's going to do, I thought to myself.

Oh, yeah, he's gonna, I thought to myself as I saw him throw Tim off the balcony and before the violin playing boy could hit the ground, I speed to him and catch him.

"Please, don't hurt me." He pleads, looking into my eyes and I rolled my eyes. People should really stop assuming that all vampires are the same. Maybe I am cruel, and a killer. But if you didn’t piss me off or hurt my family, I won’t easily hurt you.

"It wasn't my intent to. But, sadly, we've run out of time to play nice." I heard Nik tell the teen in my arms and I let him go. "Did you really have to catch him?" He asks, clearly annoyed with my actions.

"Yes." I told him sternly as I spun to him. I smelt her before I saw her. Strawberries and cream, a delicious and perfectly calming scent. My entire body relaxed at the feeling.

"Tim! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!" She tells him, I turned back to the duo and I saw her hugging him tightly and burning feeling in my chest returns, along with the urge to kill the boy she is showing affection to so openly.

"I'm okay. The other one caught me before I hit the ground." He says and her beautiful eyes snaps to me and I nod. She gives me a smile and opens her mouth to say something, but before she could, my brother opens his mouth.

"One of the tragic consequences of war. Innocent bystanders." I turned to him and saw him take a step forward in Tim’s direction.

"Get away from him!" She yells angrily at my brother and I sighed quietly. He barely listens to me when he has his mind set on something and I can’t fight my twin.

"Nik, so help me, if you hurt that boy I will snap your neck." I tell him and his eyes widen at my serious tone. I may not be able to fight him, but I can quickly snap his neck from behind and pretend he is someone else. I’ve only had to do it once before, when he wanted to dagger Kol for something he didn’t do.

He blinks and I blinked back as he moved to stand infront of Tim. Nik tilts his head towards the violin playing boy and I immediately know what's coming next. Not my first choice but the right one. No just for him, but for her.

"You will forget everything that happened after the concert, including the fact that you saw Davina." He starts compelling Tim.

"What? No!" Davina yells and my heart stings at the broken look on her face. For a second I wondered if there is more than friendship between them – causing me to tense with my blood starting to boil with anger – but then I remember her reaction to me and I relaxed.

"If he remembers seeing you, he might come looking. If the witches learn of him, if they know you have a weakness, then poor Tim might end up as leverage in an awful scheme to control you. Again." Nik defends him but I already knew why he did it. "Take your violin case with you. You'll remember losing the instrument backstage after the performance. You really should be more careful." Nik continues to compel him and claps him on the back of the neck, and Tim picks up his violin case and leaves with it – for getting that he saw his long lost friend for the first time in what appears to be months.

"All fixed! And now, you owe me a favor." Nik says cheerily. To cheerily for my liking. Didn't he have a pregnant baby mama to go look for?

I look up to see he had already left to go look for Hayley, idiot. He didn’t even invite me along with me. I don't follow him like I normally would. I would have but I would like to talk to the girl who has captured all of my attention in the time span of less than an hour, besides if he needs me he can call me. I look to Davina and see her frowning and cries silently as she picks up Tim's smashed violin off the floor.

When she looks up again, she see Nik has vanished but her eyes lights up when she spots me and I smile. I carefully and slowly start to walk towards her when I smell the over familiar scent of Marcel. She opens her mouth to says something but I shake my head and mouth 'Marcel'. Her eyes widen and she nods. I speed up to the balcony and I see her walk into the aisle and turns around when she hears Marcel approaching her - me watching them from above.

"Davina! What happened? What are you doing here?" He asks, horrified and surprised all in one.

"I live here, remember?" She says angrily and she turns away and walks back to her room. Marcel looks at her, and sighs as she walks away. It wasn’t long after before he sped away, probably going back to the compound or to a bar – which ever it is, I don’t really care.

But what I do care about, is the fact that Davina just walked away. My heart is a little saddend because I thought we could have a chat.

"So, are you just gonna stand up there the whole night or and you coming down here?" I hear her ask after a few minutes and a smile lights up my face. I speed down and as she looks at me I get the air knocked out of me for the umpteeth time tonight. The things she does to me. And I haven't even spoken to her properly. What is this madness?, I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry for my brother's behavior but what he did was the right thing. Your friend would on be in more trouble if he came back here and so would you." I say softly, trying to console her.

"I understand. It's just...he is, was, my best friend." She mutters sadly. I go forward and pull her into a hug which she returns. As she starts crying her body shakes with sobs and my eyes tears up a little. This is a new, yet, weird thing for me. I’m not one for crying. Or giving hugs.

"It will be okay, love. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually." I told her softly, rubbing a hand up and down her back and slowly, but surely she calms down.

"You all right, love?" I ask her after a couple of minutes. She pulls away and I felt cold because of the loss of her body against mine.

"Yeah, sorry about that." She says with a blush on her face.

"I don't mind." I tell her honestly. I love the feeling of her in my arms. The warmth our bodies created.

"You know, Marcel told me about you." She says after a while of silence.

"Is that so?" I said in a questioning vocie, my tone wary. Marcel could have told her anything.

"Yeah. He told me that you where his favorite Mikaelson. He said that he never understood how the best person he knew could be best friends with two of the worst he ever knew. He said that you are kind, loyal to a fault, big hearted. He also said that if someone harmed your family, you are worse than all of them put together. I didn't realise earlier who you where." She says and looks to me with questions in her eyes. I crack a smile thinking about Nik and I's relationship but it disappears at the thought of Kol, I miss that obnoxious little twat so much.

"It's true. Everything he said." I agreed. "However, I thought Rebekah would be his favorite." I added on with a smile and she looks confused.

"The blonde who's memory I erased?" She asks carefully, probably scared that I'd be mad but strangely enough, I'm not - and I nodded.

"The one and only." I answer her.

"Why?" She asks, her tone confused and her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"He never told you?" I ask her, now highly amused and she shakes her head, 'no'.

"He and Rebekah used to be in love. I think they still are but they are to stubborn to admit it." I informed her then I started to laugh at her expression. She is gaping at me with wide eyes.

"Really?" She asks after a couple of minutes of stunned silence.

"Yeah. Listen, love, I would love to continue this, but it's late and you need sleep." I tell her and I see her face falls - clearly disappointed. Oh, trust me, Davina, I don't want to go but I have to. I heard Elijah asks me to leave so he could speak with her.

She nods in agreement, her face saddens, and I turned around to leave while I still had the will to do it.

"Aleksios, wait!" She calls out after me and I stop dead in my tracks. My name rolled of her tongue and it gave me a thousand pleasant shivers down my spine. After composing myself, I turn to face her.

"Yes, love?" I ask her and I see a blush stain her cheeks. Oh, how I wish I could see what is going on in that pretty little head of hers.

"Will I see you again?" She asks me shyly and I swear my heart stopped for a second, before it started going haywire. Composing myself for the unknown amount of time to night, honestly I have had to compose myself tonight more times have to in the last one thousand years of my existence. I have her a warm grin before I give her an answer.

"Nothing could stop me, love, I promise."

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