Good to You

Chapter Twenty-Three

Genevieve and Celeste stroll through the cemetery.

"Oh, I remember this cemetery. Hmm. Hasn't changed a bit." Genevieve mused.

"I've been coming here over a century, wearing one face or another," Celeste replied.

1919

Genevieve approaches a woman kneeling in front of a tomb in the Lafayette cemetery, praying to her ancestors.

"Clara Summerlin, will you come on?" Genevieve complained. "We're gonna miss everything."

The two walk over to where a crowd of witches is standing around a bonfire, playing conga drums and watching as a witch dance around the flames. Papa Tunde walks out with an albino python around his shoulders, which he hands to his twin sons after clapping in order to quiet the crowd.

"Told you. Every witch in the Quarter is here to see the great Papa Tunde," said Genevieve.

"Witches of the French Quarter, thank you for your welcome." Papa Tunde addressed the crowd of witches. "It is good to be among people of the faith. I, too, practice ancestral magic, honoring those who walked the path before us. From them, we draw strength. And you will need strength, for a great darkness is coming. The city your forefathers left you is now overrun by pirates, beasts, and vampires."

Papa Tunde takes the python from his sons and throws it into the fire, and many of the witches gasp in surprise and fear.

"I practice other magic, as well. Sacrificial magic, channeling power from the lives of my offerings." Papa Tunde explained. "I use this strength to vanquish my enemies, and I will punish your enemies for their greed. In return, you will accept my family into your coven, and me as your leader."

1919

Two men enter the room and join Elijah and a police officer at a table where a meeting was taking place.

"Gentlemen, make yourselves at home." Elijah greeted. "Mayor O'Connell appears to be running late, but there's much to discuss, so I shall begin."

Klaus walked down the stairs to join them. "One moment, please, brother. You know how much I enjoy these illicit, little gatherings."

"Do not be troubled. Despite my brother's reputation, I can assure you, we've invited you here to broker in peace." Elijah assured the men. "You have my word."

"And, lucky for you, my brother always keeps his word," Klaus told them. "You two are from the Guerrera crime family, a brutish pack of thieves and killers. And that's nothing compared to what you become on a full moon, is it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Of course, a bite from your kind is not lethal to an Original. Conflict between us would not end well for you at all," Elijah cautioned. "Let's state our proposal here. My brother and I control the ports of the city, but with Prohibition soon to be the law of the land, there'll be a certain uptick in the kind of federal presence we prefer to avoid. Therefore, I'd like to suggest a system whereby, under our supervision, of course, the Guerrera family can traffic alcohol into the city of New Orleans for a profit. We would still be in charge, but our rule would remain a secret."

Papa Tunde walks into the room with his sons following behind him.

"This all sounds very good, but tell me, how will it benefit the witches?" asked Papa Tunde.

"I am sorry." Said Elijah. "This is a private meeting."

"Yes, for kings of the city, but I, too, am a king, and I have rules," replied Papa Tunde.