𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐲 . XIV .

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Another day another night out enjoying the night life of Saint Tropez, Rebekah miraculously had no knowledge of Evelyn and Kol's night of espionage and seemingly had warmed up to the flirtatious Gerart and his attempts to seduce her. Kol suggested she was simply finding a distraction for the time being yet didn't seem so sure, the witch and vampire had returned jolly and intoxicated just before the Blonde waltzed into the villa. The two didn't speak about it the next day yet exchanged small glances followed by grins whenever Rebekah mentioned something from the night prior. The three had been invited once again to Le protéi et sort with a promise from Gerart that no harm shall come to them and that they wouldn't need to give blood on entry, declaring it a ' free for all night ' which sounded right up their street.  So once again the trio got themselves ready and headed to the club. 

The room was packed with supernatural's. Witches, Vampires, Wolves and who knows what else. Around 10 o'clock they began to welcome in some humans for the vampire's to feast upon as per Gerart's promise. It didn't take long for the vampire's to have their fun, many of the other supernatural's retreating to the bar or one of the quieter rooms down the hall. Evelyn departed for one of the rooms mainly to avoid someone putting their teeth into her neck. Rebekah had spent the entire evening either dancing with Gerart or attempting to make him jealous by dancing with a rather handsy wolf. Kol was going from human to human and sampling the taste of Saint Tropez from neck to neck, both seemed to be enjoying themselves. Evelyn had slowly began to accept this about the two and how unapologetically vampiric they were. She'd grown up hearing stories of the Original family and have dangerous they were but truly they were just protective of their own and those they trusted. Though whilst pondering over this the witch began to realise that she was excusing the Mikaelson's from all the pain they have caused. These were the same people that caused her great aunt's death... how she remembered having her body returned with the head removed and how she learnt it was due to the rage of Niklaus Mikaelson, later learning that her fate had been sealed by their aunt Dahlia. If that hadn't happened Evelyn wouldn't of become the Maîtresse of the garden coven... she wouldn't of met Hayley and potentially the Mikaelson's would still be in those coffins within the attic. 

Evelyn sat there in thought within one of the booths, glass of white wine in hand and a far off look upon her expression as the distant sound of the part came from down the corridor. The witch was happy she'd decided to leave with the two for Saint Tropez, even if her and Rebekah didn't seem to see eye to eye all the time there were moments where the two seemed to get along and she'd warmed up to Kol and his mischievous ways. Life with the two around was refreshing and new.  She needed this fresh start away from New Orleans to try and find who she was again. With the intense searching to free the Mikaelson's and hiding from the Coven her treachery she'd forgotten to grow with herself, becoming the leader of her people at eighteen had been a lot for her and she'd done whatever she could to help them just as Josephine had done, sacrificing all of her time to aid others. She had to prove she was worthy of the position and face the opposition of Martha who was probably already leading the coven after her departure. But now at twenty three she had nothing. No job, no coven, no demand for her help. Just time to figure out who she wants to be and maybe a bit of sun and sea will help. She had spent so long needing purpose yet now her only purpose was to live and be happy. A worthy purpose for a person to have. 

The witch was brought out of her thoughts with the sudden sound of crashing, cries and screams coming from the main room. Many pairs of thundering footsteps bounding past the room. The witch looked up to the door and watched as panicked guests were screaming and running down the hall in the direction of the back door. Evelyn stood quickly, knocking over the wine glass which began to pour onto the black table and onto the floor though this was the least of her worries. The LaRue exited the room and rushed passed those heading for the door, bumping shoulders with the panicked club goers. Evelyn pushed past those that got in her way and ran into the room, stopping dead in her tracks looking to the scene before her.