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𝖠𝖢𝖳 𝖨𝖵. 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
❛𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆❜
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The Mikaelson siblings had grown hungry as they were making their way away from the warehouse. They decided to cut off a bus transporting a load of convicts to give them their version of justice. The siblings were now currently in the woods, on the side of the road replenishing their strength. Milana was standing behind Elijah who was feeding on a prisoner who was laying across his lap.
Kol had left them a few minutes ago, chasing one of the convicts further into the woods. The second youngest Mikaelson seemed to love the thrill of the chase since Milana could hear the man's screams which meant he was not dead. His prey cowering in fear seemed to bring him much pleasure.
“Good lord, that one has a set of lungs on him,” Rebekah commented as she dropped the body of her prisoner to the ground, referring to the screams they could hear coming from the man Kol was chasing.
“He should have been an opera singer. Might've ended better for him, actually,” Rebekah stated, earning a small chuckle from Tracy.
Freya walked over to join them. “Is this absolutely necessary?” the eldest Mikaelson woman scolded her siblings, earning an eye roll from her younger sister.
“That depends,” Rebekah began, causing Freya's head to turn away from all the dead bodies strewn around towards her.
“Do you want us at our full strength, or do you plan on rescuing Nik on your own?” Rebekah asked Freya, earning an eye roll from the eldest Mikaelson.
“Well, death rattles are distracting, and I'm trying to break a cloaking spell,” the witch responded, referring to Kol and his prisoner who was still screaming bloody murder.
Elijah sighed after he stopped feeding on his prisoner, “Kol, would you please?!” the eldest brother shouted, slightly annoyed as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the blood around his mouth.
After a moment, the screams stopped revealing Kol had finally killed his convict and stopped torturing him, “Thank you,” Elijah spoke before he turned to his older sister.
“You were saying?” he asked her politely, causing Freya to roll her eyes once again. “I can sense Klaus is still in New Orleans. Most likely somewhere underground,” Freya began, sighing.
“I can't get a read on exactly where unless I'm in the city itself,” she revealed to him. That was surely going to be a bit difficult for them. They hadn't set foot in New Orleans in five years.
