Season 1 Episode 19
Notes:
First of all, happy 2020 to you all! So The Wolf actually won a KC Award! Best Canon-ish Multi-Chapter. Thank you very much to everyone who took their precious time to vote for this story. :) You guys rock and I am so, so happy!
This chapter had 's amazing beta work, as well as her usual rants about Elijah, all of which I missed very much.
We're not far from the end now! Just two more chapters, you guys! I seriously cannot believe I made it this far. As always, thank you very much to all of you who have been reading and reviewing this. You've really made me want to push myself further with this fic. Your comments are much appreciated! Do not hesitate to drop me a note and tell me how you feel. :) Not gonna lie, it totally makes me excited about updating faster.
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Caroline will never understand the concept behind throwing a party when someone dies.
If it happens to her, she'll be royally pissed off, and, as a witch, she has actual ways of coming back to exact revenge, so they better not try.
It just feels wrong to have music and dancing and drinking when you lose someone you love. Especially someone as young as Father Kieran. He was fine and then, all of sudden, fell hopelessly ill. In a matter of days, he was dead. Officially, according to his obituary, he had a massive stroke, but it all happened very conveniently after that woman, Francesca Correa, approached Elijah about taking Kieran's seat on their war council as the head of the human faction. People should be pissed off and murderous and raging on God for taking one of his own so soon, not celebrating.
That is certainly how Caroline feels. She wasn't even close to Kieran, but nothing about this story sits right with her.
She hasn't stopped investigating Francesca since the Bayou bombs. She's the gangster whose family owns the Palace Royale Casino, the place where the bomber guy left a gigantic gambling debt that magically disappeared after he killed himself, taking Eve along with him. Anyone who knows anything about how these places operate knows debts, especially a sum like the one the guy owed, don't just go away, not even after death. They have assurances and ways to collect. Violent ways. Gangsters don't get stinking rich by pardoning debtors.
When you add Father Kieran's sudden passing to that... Suspicious doesn't even begin to cover it. Francesca Correa is either incredibly lucky, or incredibly guilty.
To say Caroline already doesn't like the woman is an euphemism, and they haven't even officially met yet.
She visited Father Kieran at the hospital a couple of times to offer Cami some support. Her friend was understandably devastated. Kieran was her last living relative, took her and her twin brother in after their parents passed away. After high school, her brother, Sean, stayed in New Orleans, determined to follow his uncle's footsteps and become a priest, while Cami moved to Florida to continue her studies. Then her brother died in a freaky accident, and that was when she decided to move back home, to be closer to the only family she still had left.
"I'm all alone now," Cami said in a brittle voice and with tears in her eyes as she sat by her uncle's bed. Kieran had been connected to tubes and machines for days, and the doctors said there were no signs of improvement.
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