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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
❛𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍❜
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At the Mikaelson compound, Klaus was standing on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, holding a man in a police uniform in a choke-hold over the edge of the balcony. “The taxpayers of New Orleans deserve a skilled Chief of Police,” Klaus spokd as he held the squirming police chief over the banister of the balcony in one hand whilst he sipped on a cup of coffee with the other.
“How inept you are if not a single one of your men can locate the woman I seek,” Klaus remarkedsdarkly as the man squirmed, gasping for breath with a terrified look on his face.
“We're trying! She's a ghost!” the police chief pleaded in defence as Klaus continued to dangle him over the courtyard floor, a look of annoyance on his face.
Klaus sighed before taking a sip of his coffee, “Aurora de Martel is rather petite and may indeed be able to slip through the cracks like a wicked little cricket, but she is not a ghost,” the original hybrid stated before smirking devilishly.
“Not yet.” The original then leaned forward so that he could look the police chief directly in the eye as a scowl contorted on his face. “I think this city's finest could try a little bit harder, hmm?”
Hearing footsteps approaching, Klaus turndd to find Freya, Milana and Elijah walking towards him with matching looks of shock and exasperation. “I see we're in for another normal Mikaelson breakfast,” Freya muttered sarcastically as Elijah rollex his eyes at the scene before them, giving his younger brother an incredulous look.
“Niklaus, for Heaven's sakes! Release the poor creature,” Elijah orderex, causing the police chief to whimper, shaking his head frantically at Klaus whose lips tugged up into the faintest of smirks.
With a shrug, Klaus droppex the man, allowing him to fall onto the floor of the courtyard as Milana, Freya and Elijah all watched in exasperation.
“Klaus, I don't think that's what he meant,” Milana said with a look of disbelief as Klaus turned back to face them with a smug smile.
Klaus continued to smirk as he walked past Elijah into the upstairs living room, “He'll live! And he'll remember to do better.”
Elijah and Freya both rolled their eyes and share an annoyed look before they and Milana followed him to continue their conversation.
“Is all this torture necessary?”
Klaus ignored this question and instead called out into the hallway. “Where have you been?”
