Davina P.O.V:

It's dark, cold and scary here. They voices keep telling me the same thing, that I betrayed my own kind by helping Marcel and the Mikaelson's. I don't really want to help the Mikaelson's, I hate them. All of them, except one.

Aleksios Mikaelson.

The name itself brings a smile to my face. It's only because of her that I keep on fighting. I know she and Marcel will find a way to bring me back. Although, I'm not so sure about Marcel. He used me but I know that she will. I love her. I love her and I never got to tell her. I miss her. I miss her smile, her eye rolling, her snide comments, how Klaus is afraid of her or the way she would hug me tightly, or protect me. I just miss...her. The harvest worked, just not on the right witches. I know they've figured it out because Papa Tunde was killed and Monique was sent back. It was old witches that went back, who was killed by Klaus.

I hate him. Klaus. But because he's Aleksios' brother, the girl that I love, I try to stand him but I want him gone. At least I did try, when I was alive.

The ancestors doesn't hurt me physically. They're too afraid of what Aleksios would do, once I am returned to my body. So, they used mental torture, they made me see things that wasn't real. I know that she would kill lots of witches, wait, let me correct that - she has killed twelve witches in one night and ever since then, they ancestors has left me alone. I am so grateful for that because I don't know how much longer I could have taken it before I would have lost it.

Suddenly, I am surrounded by a bright light and the ancestors tells me one last thing before I'm pulled away.

"Only one witch can help another. Make the right choice young one, and forget about your unholy allegiance to the vampires."

I woke with a gasp and I try to fight my way out from under a sheet. Suddenly the sheet gets pulled from me and I see a familiar face. Not the one I was hoping for, but I guess I can't be to picky.

"Davina" Marcel says and he sits me up. "You're okay. You're safe now. You hear me? You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?"

"Where is she? Where is Aleksios?" Was the first words out of my mouth. A shocked and guilty look forms on Marcel's face.

"Look, D, me and Rebekah pissed of Klaus and Lex and now their out for blood." He tells me and I shake my head.

"No, she wouldn't hurt you. She promised me." I state firmly. She told me she doesn't break her promises and I believer her.

"She's not an angel, Davina. She is ruthless, cold, dangerous, short- tempered and doesn't hesitate to kill." He tells me and I glare at him.

"You once told me that is she is your favorite Mikaelson and that she is worse than all of them combined when you hurt her family or betray her. So, why would you go and do exactly that?" I ask him, standing up from the bed.

"It was over two hundred years ago and I did it for Rebekah. We wanted to be free of Klaus." He tells me and I look at him with sympathy. "I guess, I was so blinded by love that I forgot what a monster she could be." My anger flares at his words a little but I just sigh sadly and I look to the floor.

"She may be all of those things to you, but she has never been like that to me." I say, defending the person that I love. I love Marcel as well, but I will not let him degrade and insult her. "Besides, you're alive aren't you?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, buts Marcel. I want to see her." I say stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"She hates me right now." My mood deflates at this. "But I'll try." He speeds of and I smile. I am going to she the girl that I love again. I'm going to tell her how I feel and this time, no one is going to take me from her.

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It is a while later and I am sitting quietly by myself in the attic on my bed, waiting for Marcel to return. But that doesn't stop the memories from my time in the Ancestral Plane. The darkness, the cold. All I want is to be wrapped up in Aleksios warm embrace again.

When I feel Marcel's presance, I look up to see him entering the attic room with a bag. But no- Aleksios and I sigh sadly.

"Hey, D, how you feelin'? Got you some stuff- organic soap, and scented candles, some incense... Just trying to help you get back to feeling, you know, yourself." He tells me and is about to say something again but I speak up before he can.

"I don't want organic soap or scented candles. What I want is to see her." I tell him, glaring slightly and he sighs.

"It's not that easy okay, Rebekah and I completely screwed up. She is trapped in the cemetary with Klaus, who is hell bent on killing with the white oak stake. That doesn't mean she is only temporarily dead, she is dead, dead. And I have no idea where Lex is right now. She called me earlier to ask me where Rebekah is, because Klaus has is on his way to kill her. Lex can't fight Klaus, so she is probably somewhere, waiting for Elijah to call her and tell her that they are okay." Marcel tells me and confusion forms in me.

"Why can't Aleksios fight Klaus?" I voice my thoughts and Marcel shrugs.

"Don't know. I guess it's a twin thing. Neither can hurt or fight the other, physically." He tells me and I get an overwhelming urge to roll my eyes.

"Word on the street is the witches are celebrating. Three out of the four girls sacrificed in the Harvest have come back. First, it was your friend, Monique, and then another girl, now you. What I hear, the others are saying that the ancestors were with them while they were, uh, dead. You know, talking to them, teaching them. They say they're stronger than ever. Was it like that for you?" Marcel asks me and the thoughts of the Ancestors takes me over again.

I shake my head and I can feel tears coming to my eyes. "There was nothing. It was cold, empty, and dark. And it went on forever."

Marcel frowns and sits next to me on the bed. "I'm sorry, D." He tells me and I shake my head again.

"I don't want to talk about it. Please, Marcel, don't make me." I plead.

"I won't." He promises and I sigh in relief.

"Can you please call her?" I ask him for the umpteenth time tonight and I hear him sigh again. I look to see he has a frustrated expression on his face.

"You are going to keep bugging me until I call her, aren't you?" He asks me and I nod.

"Or, I'll sneak out and go look for her myself." His eyes widen at my words and he stands up.

"I'll call her, just don't sneak out. A witch could stop you and kidnap you. And when Lex finds out, all hell will break lose." He tells me worriedly.

"Then I guess you are going to have to call her."

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Marcel called her and now we are waiting downstairs. I am very nervous. What is she doesn't feel the same anymore? What if she found someone else? These questions went through my mind as I waited by the door to greet her but when I hear a whoosh sound and feel a rush of air pass me, I know she sped inside rather than walk inside. I look at her backside and I see her walking with the same grace and composure that she has always had. She also has that air of power and danger around her but I know that she would never hurt me.

"You do realise that if I hadn't promised Davina that I wouldn't kill you, you'd be dead. Right?" I hear her question. I smile at the sound of her accented voice. It is something I missed. A lot. Especially how she calls me, 'love'. It took all of my self control not to run over there and kiss her.

"What about yesterday in the Sanitrium?" Marcel fires back and I see her lift her arms and I know that she has crossed them over her chest.

"Before we found Rebekah, I told him not to kill you or I'll leave him for a century." She retorts and he opens his mouth to say something but closes it again as he realises she's right. I smile widely at her words. She kept her promise even though I was dead.

"That's what I thought." She tells Marcel knowingly. "What am I doing here?" She questions him.

"Some one was nagging my ear off to see you." He tells her with an annoyed expression and I roll my eyes.

"Who?" She asks him confused. "And why reach out to you?" She adds on. He doesn't answer her, instead he nods at me. I step forward and she turns to me. She pales and for a second I thought that she might faint. She doesn't say anything, she just stares at me. We stood in silence until I decide to break it.

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Okay, I'm back. Well, sort of. I'm sick with the flu. I have headaches and ear pain etcetera, etcetera. I feel like shit because you are so lovely, I have decided to write this. So, I apologize if it's crap my mind is all messy.

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So, Davina's POV, that's a first for me. Please comment and tell me what you think about it.

: I don't write smut. Sorry if I disappointed you but I don't feel comfortable writing it. I will write up to a point, and then you can use your imagination to fill in the blank.

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