little lion man

“Sleepsong”, fic by thelittlegilbertt.

So this my first ever long one shot based on the pairing Kaleb and Davina Claire.

I try to make Kaleb as witty, charming as I could based on the descriptions that was released for his character. There also interaction with Marcel and the Mikaelson brothers in this fic. So sit back and enjoy the fic under the cut.

If you have any comments, questions, love or criticism - Don’t be afraid to tell me!

i.

He watches her from a distance.

She sits on a bench with a boy taller than her, a little older than her, crossed legged facing him and laughing at the dry humorous things he says to her.

She throws her head back when she laughs at whatever that party boy says to her. He’s not jealous, he can’t be jealous. He’s a powerful warlock who can get anyone tucked under his spell and not some foolish teenage boy gushing over a teenage girl like some pathetic one-sided highschool crush.

There’s something about her. The way she laughs, it seems everything lights up around her. She’s just another hormonal human girl who he shouldn’t waste his time on.

He shouldn’t, but he does anyways.

ii.

The next time he sees her, she’s walking by herself down the streets of New Orleans.

Her hair is made up in a messy bun, with loose strains tucked behind her ears, a book bag clutched closely to her and the way the sun reflects off of her, making her look radiant. There’s something off about her today through. She doesn’t seem pleased or her bubbly self. The look of distressed and panic is written across her face.

The girl goes to turn a corner, and he follows her.

He knows that it’s wrong to worry about a mere human, but there’s something about her. It frustrates him that he worries about the safety of a weak human girl in this supernatural city. He shouldn’t be worried, but he allows himself to care for a moment.

iii.

The next place she enters comes to a surprise to him. She unlocks the gate to a closed garden in the cemetery. It looks to him as a old wear down abandoned greenhouse - he wonders why the girl would come here in the first place.

As she enters the greenhouse garden, he sneaks around the greenhouse and there’s an broken window that he can see her only the back of her.

She places her bag down and pulls out an old page out of her bag. He immediately recognizes it; The Mikaelson Grimoire.

Why would a human girl have something that belonged to the all powerful Mikaelson’s, unless…

He doesn’t need to finish his thought because he knows what she is. A witch and he feels like the most utter fool that he didn’t notice it the second he laid eyes on her.

She reads the spell from the page a couple times in low mumbles. When she puts her full effort in, the first time she gets it. By this he’s impress.

He knows what spell it is, a spell to speak to the dead. Chimes ring and wind blows through the greenhouse.

For the first time he hears her voice crack, “Tim? Is that you?”.

Again with the boys, first the macho party boy and now this Tim.

He sees the look of glee on her face when she believes her spell is working, but when the chimes and wind stop, there’s that look of distressed on her face again.

She’s let’s out a frustrated sigh and whispers, “Tim, if that was you. I just want to know that you’re alright and I miss you”.

He knows where this conversation with herself is heading. So he decides to leave her at peace.

“If you forgot, it’s me Davina”.

He hears her name through her muffled tears and whispers.

Her name parts his lips -

“Davina”.

iiii.

He finds out everything he needs to know about the girl.

Her life from a normal witch to a harvest girl, then the all powerful witch of New Orleans. Possessing the power of all four Harvest girls. The how she sacrificed herself and came back to life

He even knows that pastel colours are her favourite and that she has dimples when she smiles.

Knowing all these things makes him look like a creep or obsessed, but he’s not. He knows that all of these things will either help him, to get her on his side, or to stand against him. Whatever which one he may be for now, he doesn’t care.

Right now, all he cares about is introducing himself to the girl.

So he follows her into the cemetery.

v.

He finds her upon a tombstone placing red roses, and humming the song of the dead. It’s inscribed “Timothy Green. A loving son, brother and violinist. 1994-2014”.

It’s the worse time to talk to her and this time for this particular moment he doesn’t care.

“It’s a pity that the young ones always die so young”.

She stops her humming and turns around to see that about a meter away from her she see’s a boy little bit older than her propped against a tree.

“Too bad he passed when he did, I heard he was an exceptional violinist. Maybe he would have gotten out of town if it weren’t for you”. He smirks at his own comment, he wants to see the fire he’s heard about.

The girl now has a stern look on her face and in that moment she demands to know who he is.

“Let’s just say I could be your best ally or I could be your worse enemy, Davina”. The way her name rolls off his tongue causes her to freeze up and a slight shiver passes through her spine.

“H-How do you know my name?”.

Her stutter with her sentence causes him to chuckle.

“Oh, you silly little girl. I know everything about everyone in this city, including you and your friend Timothy here”. He pauses before continuing.

“He was killed by Klaus, but you were saved. That must feel horrible. That you lived and he died”.

Now she’s angry. She raises her hand to make him feel pain, but nothing happens. For a moment it confuses her until he speaks up.

“You think your little witchy harvest magic will work on me? Unfortunately for you, it won’t”. He takes his weight off the tree and approaches her step by step.

“You see, I’m more powerful than you and your witch friends, Davina. Maybe even more powerful than you when you had your harvest magic”.

Each step he grows closer to her, but she remains frozen.

“I want you, Davina. I want you to ally with me and I swear to you that the both of us together will be more powerful than all the witches in this town”.

When he takes his last step towards her, he’s right in her face. She wants to step back, but that would mean stepping on Tim’s grave. To her he looks like a predator over towering his prey.

He lowers his face to hers, he pauses again and looks right at her. He leans in and he roughly whispers in her ear, “Let’s hope you choose the winning side”.

With that he disappears in a second. She doesn’t know how he does it, she can feel that he’s a warlock, but how did he leave so fast and how did her magic resist his?

All that she knows is that he’s left her with a bad feeling, that feels so horribly right.

vi.

He feels rather pleased with himself after his talk with, Davina. So it shouldn’t come to a complete surprise to him when Marcel Gerard corners him in a dark alley way with a small vampire pack outside of the French Quarter.

“Well, well”, he starts. “Look who we have here. Marcel Gerard, the ex-king of the French Quarter; leader of the former vampires and most importantly of all, Klaus Mikaelson’s son. Or are you both still not talking terms. I hear that daddy issues can be such a bummer these days”.
His voice is filled with sarcasm, witty humor, and he doesn’t plan on changing his tone anytime soon.

“What can I do for you on this lovely night?”.

Marcel chuckles at him and until it turns into a demanding tone. “Well it’s not what you can do for me, it’s what you can do for my girl. Stay away from her”.

“I don’t recall you being protective of any girl. Unless you mean that little witch of yours. Yes, she’s such a powerful little thing even without that harvest magic. Might I say she has a fit little body in those short dresses of hers. No wonder you shielded her from the world that long”.

The look on his face is smug and he knows that the way to provoke Marcel is through Davina, through that little blonde human girl of his and his vampire pack.

By the look on Marcel’s face it’s all humor to him for now.

“You really think that’s going to provoke me? I think a warlock knows better than to mess with any vampires”.

For a second the young warlock just nods and flashes him a look of acknowledgement, then in a split second Marcel clutches his head, sinking down to the concrete. He falls to the ground in pain alongside every other vampire with him.

“I actually don’t care who I’m hurting. As long as I get what I want. And what I want is Davina Claire. Even if she doesn’t know it yet, she holds so much more power than her harvest magic put together”.

“You stay away from her!”. Marcel’s voice grows angrier and it amuses him even more.

“I’d really love too, but I can’t. Through on the another hand I’m willing to make a deal. If you tell me the location of the key, I’ll leave dear Davina alone”. In the back of his mind he’s lying, he’ll only leave her alone for the time being.

“I don’t know where the key is or who has the key!”.

“Tsk, tsk. You had your chance Marcel Gerard, now you’ll have to live with the consequences, and the pain. It’s going to hurt like hell”.

The warlock just roars with laughter that fills the night sky and leaves the the vampires still on the ground in agonizing pain.

Across the water in the French Quarter, Elijah swears he hears laughter, Klaus senses screams and Davina just knows that she hears the voice of darkness floods from outside the Quarter and into her bedroom window.

vii.

A new day comes and a not so unexpected visit from the original brothers comes along too.

He’s hot on Davina’s trail until he see’s one Mikaelson brother in a suit in front of him and another one behind him. He swears that this town has a knack to corner people in alley ways.

“Let’s see a vampire in a suit who has feelings for his brothers baby mama and the big bad hybrid with anger management issues who’s itching to kill someone already. I believe I’ve just met the Mikaelson brothers”.

He glares at the both of them and Klaus gives him a brief smirk.

“How would you know so much about us already when we’ve never met. I’d introduce myself, but it seems you’ve beat me to it”.

“I know the both of you didn’t corner me just to introduce yourselves to me, so what’s the catch? Do need a spell done, for me to leave town or do you want me to invite over for some tea and cookies while we braid each other’s hair?”.

Elijah clears his throat and begins “Try to keep the witty remarks down, were only trying to discuss potential business prospects Mr.? I don’t believe we’ve caught your name.”

The young warlock just rolls his eyes and scoffs. “You don’t need to know my name and I have no interest of doing any type of business with the Mikaelson family. I’m not really a big fan of the ‘always and forever’. Kind of tacky to my taste”.

The Mikaelson brothers tense up, staring at each other and he’s delighted with his choice of words.

It’s silent until the hybrid speaks up, “Now how would a warlock who’s barely been in the Quarter know about our old family pact?”.

He rolls his eyes and clearly the Mikaelson brothers have mistaken him for a fool.

“I know everything about everyone here and even back in Mystic Falls too. Like how you had a strange obsession with that blonde baby vampire, who I might say so was very gorgeous. Now it seems to me that the both of you might be falling for the same girl again? Maybe I’m wrong. I’m not exactly sure how much you feel towards the pretty werewolf girl. It looks to me that history is repeating itself”.

For a moment he see’s the Mikaelson’s brothers faces turn serious to bitter sweet rage bringing up the topic of the werewolf girl they care so deeply about and their past mutual flame, Tatia.

“How dare you mention Hayl -”, Klaus is about to rage at him until he interrupts him. He doesn’t even pause for a second and he continues further more.

“I’m not interested in doing any business with the Mikaelson’s, and it’s such a lovely day. I think I might visit the docks. What do you two recommend for sight seeing around New Orleans?”.

“Enough with the witty remarks. My brother and I want -” he cuts off Elijah this time. “Want what? I don’t want to anything for the both you. Now excuse me, gentlemen”.

Klaus laughs directly at him, “I don’t think you heard my brother correctly. We want you be our ally in this brewing war. We need a witch we can trust and I’ve heard you’ve have quiet the impressive power. Especially how you managed to wipe out clans of vampires all across the European continent”.

“You’re already telling me things I know and I exactly know how impressive I can be”. His voice peaks such pride of his accomplishments.

The original hybrid steps closer to him and lowers his voice, “However if you don’t agree with us. We can make your miserable that even your own kind won’t even bare to be around you”.

“Oh no, don’t do that. I would just hate if you would make my life hell” he says in a mocking voice and then he laughs. It’s not a friendly laugh, it’s a dark one. “Too bad I don’t like the two of you. We could have a had the best time ruling this town. Just the three of us”.

He looks at Elijah, that in a swift motion he raises his hand sending the original vampire flying down the alley being pinned to a wall. With his other hand he sends Klaus on the ground with pain. He see’s that Elijah is ready to lunge for him, but he beat him to it. He snaps the vampires neck with just the flick of his wrist.

Klaus on the other hand is in pain, horrible pain he can only think. He plant more pain on him by breaking the bones in his body with the snap of his fingers. “One bone. two bones. three bones”.

He kneels down to the hybrid and places his hand on his neck and a snap echos through the now quite alley way.

Leaving the Mikaelson brothers in their temporary death, to wake up and come after him, he looks back at the end of the alley way and sighs, “Why must everyone underestimate me?”.

viii.

It’s a dark gloomy day and he spends it standing outside of Davina Claire’s apartment.

For the day he shuts off his phone off. All he’s getting is calls from witch covens to be careful. He sees Marcel is leaving him voice mails to leave Davina alone after giving him the key and even the big old hybrid gets a hold of his number, sending him a voice mail that he’ll end him when he finds him.

Right now, he doesn’t care. In matter of fact he doesn’t care about anyone at this moment.

He just care about getting Davina to talk to him.

The only thing that’s stopping him is that she’s already on her way out of town.

He takes that Marcel had warned her to flee town with party boy the second after he left him and his vampire pack in agonizing pain.
He also knows that Marcel would be make a great ally against the Mikaelson’s and swears on visiting him to give him a second chance on his terms, after he’s has a little chat with Davina.

Little that she knows is that she won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

ix.

Davina doesn’t know if she should be joyful that she’s finally leaving this awful supernatural town or worried about what will happen to Marcel and the coven of witches once she leaves. 

She knows that right now it’s the best choice for her even if she leaves her home behind, but at least she has Josh with her.

“Are you ready to go?” Josh asks her.

She gives him a simple yes and she’s about to follow along out the door until she comes to a complete stop. She can’t walk out the apartment to her dismay. She bangs with her hands and tries to step through the invisible barrier - she can’t get through and it knocks her back each time she tries.

The new vampire asks her what’s wrong and she’s not too entirely sure herself.

“Josh, I can’t get through”, she’s confused to who would do this. No one knows that she’s leaving town today.

He tells her to chant some freaky witch spell to break the barrier, but she can’t. It seems as much she tries to struggle through it, it gets stronger and stronger. “I need you to get Abigail right now”.

“Davina, I’m not going to leave you.”

“Josh, I need you to get Abigail now”, her voice is harsh. Josh gives her a look of disbelief and scurries away to find the teenage blonde witch.

Once Josh leaves she gets a very unexpected guest to her surprise.

“You”.

x.

He flashes her big grin and knocks on the barrier.

“Is this little old thing keeping you from leaving town. I though you were more powerful, Davina?”.

This time she doesn’t step back, she steps right in front of the barrier meeting his stance.

“Is this suppose to immediate me? Well if you’re trying it’s not and I don’t fear anyone in this town, especially you”. She attempts to mock him and to show that she’s not scare of him, but her little act doesn’t work on him.

“Is that so?”, he snaps his fingers and the barrier breaks. He steps inside the tiny apartment and make his way closer to her and closer, she doesn’t change her position she stands up straight to show that she still doesn’t fear him.

“You’re a brave girl, Davina and I admire that about you. The sacrifices you make for others and how you died for your city was heroic. It seem you’re more than just a pretty witch face”.

He leans in and their faces can almost touch. She tries to not break her strong act, but when she opens her mouth to speak, her words come out in a faint whisper and she curses herself for that.

“What do you want?”.

He doesn’t answer her right away. Instead he tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear and leans in even further. His lips are close to her ear and she feels his hot breath on her neck just like in the graveyard.

“I want you Davina. I want you”.

He steps back from her and before he gives her a chance to respond he takes a hold of her hands and intertwines them with his. He now stands at a safe distance and he’s still holding her hands outstretched in front of them.

For a moment he closes his eyes and focuses on his magic.

Davina’s shock to see what comes next. She feels a stinging sensation in her hands, making it’s way through her whole body as if something was numbing her.

“Do you feel that, Davina?” he murmurs, opening his eyes.

“What are you doing to me? It feels, it feels -”

“Right, good, powerful?” he says before she has a chance to finish speaking. “I’m channeling all my power through you, Davina. It stings, but that’s the point. I have enough power for the both of us and combined with yours, the witches will be unstoppable in this town. Heck, maybe even one day we’ll be more powerful than travellers”.

The girl just stands there and doesn’t say anything. He gently squeezes her hands, not letting go. He steps closer to her again until he’s towering over her. “I want you, Davina. I want you to help the witches and werewolves take back this town, to show the vampires and humans what’s ours”.

“I-I can’t. It’s wrong to go against them and Marcel -”.

“Marcel what? Davina, he does care about you, but I promise you that Marcel, Cami and Josh will be safe. I’ll make sure no one harms them. I have enough power through our ancestors to take down the Mikaelson’s. To make sure they leave town for good”, he doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep, but he needs her on his side.

“Still even with Klaus gone-”.

He interrupts her yet again. “I don’t think I’ve told you the best part about my powers. I’m a paranormal psychologist and and I can take down anyone. The other day I had a pack of vampires down on the ground and snapped both of the Mikaelson’s brother’s neck with just the flick of my hand”, he knows that’s not enough for her, so he gives her ultimate deal.

“I can help you to contact Tim again. Right now he’s in peace”. He dreads talking about her ex of a highschool crush, but if it make her sides with him, hell he’ll even raise Tim from the dead himself.

So many emotions and colours pass through her face right now and he doesn’t know whether it’s happiness, confusion, shock or bitterness.

“If I help you, you’ll leave Marcel, Josh, Cami alone and make sure they’re safe. And you’ll help me contact Tim again”, this time when she speaks, she doesn’t stumble and he knows she’s serious.

“I’ll make sure anyone you care about is safe, help you contact Tim. Anything you ask for, it’s yours”. He pauses for a brief moment knowing he’s almost got her right where he wants her. “Everything in town can be yours. Together you and I can run this town under our own terms. I want you as an ally, no I need you as an ally. Are you willing to take the chance, Davina?”.

To Davina his voice sounds so pure and innocent then when she first met him. Before she can’t think about what he’s offering her the words slip carelessly out of her mouth.

“Yes. I’ll help you”.

He doesn’t say anything to her. He just smiles and all Davina can think about is his smile. It’s gorgeous and even behind the perfect pearl white teeth she knows that’s there’s a darkness behind it, and - and she just struck a deal with the devil and doesn’t know his real name.

“What’s your name?”.

His smiles quickly fades and turns into a grin. He tucks loose lock of hair behind her ear, cupping his hand on the right side of her face he takes his thumb and caresses her cheek.

He cocks his head to the side. He never once looks directly at her and it scares her. His touch is gentle and not the rough. She excepted him to dig his nails into her cheek at any second, but he doesn’t. Instead he admires her face and leans into her ear once more and whispers

“Kaleb. My name is Kaleb. With you on my side, we’ll rule this town together. And we’ll be the King and Queen of New Orleans”.

His touch, voice and words are so wrong, bad, horrible, that sends a shiver up her spine. It’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

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