Ava was known for running away.
What happens when she finally has to come home only to be met with the demons she tried to leave behind.
Ava O'Connell was ready to go for good, until one pretentious family got in her way.
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The next day Ava saw it only right to visit her brother once again. The cemetery had become her place of solitude, and although she knew of the spirits lurking behind each tomb stone; her family were there.
As she walked passed each block to get to her own, a soft sniff filtered through the thick air. Ava wouldn't have cared normally, she would've have let the person grieve peacefully. But it was the brunette hair and shrinking frame that caught her attention.
"Davina?" She called from down the pathway, alerting the witch from the sudden sound. Ava walked cautiously forward, the flowers for her brother in her hand pricking her skin. Davina laughed and wiped her eyes, her hair bouncing loosely as she muted her tears.
"I'm sorry I startled you." Ava called out to the silenced air again, walking cautiously toward the younger witch. Davina shook her head, smiling toward the blonde with clouded eyes.
"No it's fine really, if you didn't come I would've been here for god knows how long." She laughed, dusting her lap as she rose from the floor.
Ava smiled as she crept forward, assessing who had left the girl grieving. They were standing by Kol mikaelsons grave.
"I never said thank you." Ava noted, brushing her fingertips against the surname imprinted into the stone. Davina smiled sadly as she glanced at the blonde who was staring down at the identical flowers tracing the floor.
"You come here a lot?" Ava asked, brushing her own flowers with her fingertips.
"All the time." Davina nodded, stepping back to admire the extensive bouquets.
"Me too. Sean's here." Ava responded, sighing as she decided to lay the flowers down with davinas.
"Well. you two are seeming a bit glum, don't you think?" A voice called from the distance, a body materialising metres behind them.
"What do you want klaus?" Davina groaned as the pair turned to face the hybrid. As soon as the egotistical voice clung to the air, Ava felt like hitting her head against the stone.
"Well, perhaps I'm merely concerned about you. You do seem to spend an inordinate amount of time in graveyards for a teenager. It's a rather morbid habit. Don't want to bring my avangaline into it too now do we?" Klaus faked a fain of worry, his eyebrow cocked like he usually did when he felt smug.
"Although I am touched by you're concern, what else do you want and how did you know I was here?" Davina dead panned her voice monotonous and dark.
"I'm pretty sure he has me chipped." Ava noted, glaring at the hybrid as he shook his head.
"Now that you mention it, there is one matter with which I can use your help... Mikael. It appears my sister Freya has dispatched him to gather some items I require, and, seeing as how you brought him back from the dead, I'm guessing you have the means to find him." The man butted in, ignoring avas words as if she was but a child with a large imagination.
