Witchy Flame

So 200. The hell man. You guys are the best followers a gal can ask for. While I may not know all of you, you’re all great. So since the holidays are coming up I’ve decided to conduct a little giveaway. But first I have to mention some very special people to both me and the Buffster.

The change he was seeing in her was almost, heartbreaking to some extents. He wanted her to live a normal life where she could be happy and do the things she wanted - but she had become so hell bent on killing Klaus. Even though he didn’t always agree with everything Klaus had done, but it was no where near to the extent that Davina had wished upon him. Marcel definitely did not, want Klaus dead. They needed him. Even if Davina was so adamant on her beliefs against him. Seeing her walk away, it tore him in two. With a loud commanding voice he called out for her, the young brunette a mere 5-6 steps away from him. “Davina!” He came after her, pulling her into his arms, holding her close. “Don’t you dare ever, think that for one second I don’t ever care about you, okay?! If I ever hear those words from your mouth again I swear to god D, I don’t know how I’d cope. You’re the last thing I’ve got here. Don’t, take that away. The last good thing I’ve got. Armies can come and go, but this — this is always going to be forever.You won’t loose yourself. You’ve got me. Any time you need me, I’m always going to be here for you. Even if I am on the other side of the river. I’m always here for you, D. No mater what.”

The witch had changed in the year that had passed, from being saved from the Harvest, from having her throat slipped open by Marcel, to being hidden in an attic to become a weapon as all her power was thrived on by dead witches, to actually dying by the hands of Sophie, to coming back by that very witches death, to becoming a witch with vengeance, it changes a girl, especially when that girl is trying to fit in with adolescence alone. In walking away from someone she loved dearly, she felt the tears fall down her skin, marring her cheeks before she was pulled backwards by large hands and enveloped into a massive hug, her cries weakened and muffled with her face pressed against Marcel's chest before she turned her head to the side, her hand holding onto his arm. "This is how I have felt for months now Marcel. You have slowly started to break me from little contact. I thought I always had you. It felt like I didn't anymore. We always need to stay strong together Marcel. I love you, but everything happening, it is too much for me to handle; and I feel like you haven't noticed." 

Davina sighed as she ran a hand through her brunette locks, understanding the blonde. "I think Cami would be able to help you and not hang herself actually, she seems to be pretty good at her job though Finn is worming his way into her profession and they used that against him I believe. I have been staying pretty much out of sight for a while, not needing to get involved with too much. Thank you Rebekah." 

"Well believe it or not I was your age many years ago. My siblings may not remember what that was like but I do. I also remember how it was while dealing with witches at every turn. I could never hold how you are handling it against you.”

"I do believe it, everyone is sixteen once in their life, until they don't make it by unfortunate circumstance. I don't even know how I handle it Freya, it all just scares me and I don't understand it."

"I'm sorry, I just have somewhere that I really need to be right now." Davina spoke as she stopped for a short while.

         ”You say that as if it isn’t working. I know my brother well enough to know that if you aren’t careful, he’ll sneak up on you.” He claimed. “Just homework…” He repeated as if he didn’t believe her. 

"I also know the he will just sneak up on me, he has already done it, you really think I am a stupid little teenager? I've done my research." She snapped as she pushed the pieces of paper down the bottom of her bag and kept walking. "Yes just homework, got a problem with that?" 

"Given I am a walking loophole, I’ve no real assumption to refute that statement." Moments pass, with twiddling fingers and widening oceanic occuli before Hope allows herself to calm. No longer as rigid or off-putting. Just how or why Davina decided to change her mind really wasn’t what mattered, but that she had; that her father was safe from any future attempts on his life. "You may be surprised by what he has to say, my word isn’t much to go on, the last time we were together I was just an infant. All anyone ever wants is someone to understand them and to not regard them as beyond reproach." Parenthood was capable of working wonders, and she didn’t have to be with him yet to know there isn’t anything he’d not do; for Hope. His Hope.

Davina didn't care what Hope really thought of her, she could think she was a ruiner or society, a damned being for all she cared, but Davina was going to make sure that she got Hope to her father and mothers arms once and for all. She rounded the corner as she walked towards the visible compound. All she could hear were chatter of British accents, and the few nasally American ones tossed around in chatter. She could hear Klaus, Hayley, Marcel, all the memories rushed through her mind before she pushed open the large wooden door which stopped all chatter. "Just through here. You are almost back to your father sweetheart." 

"No but I was murdered by my  own uncle so I know how hard  it is.”

"Being murdered by family or someone like it really sucks. So I understand how it feels."