𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 . XV .

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The day had just began as the lively city got to work. Tourists venturing the streets, the workers making their commute, children going to school... and the supernatural's attempting to keep the peace. Under Marcel's second reign the city was once again at the mercy of the vampires, the witch's were angry and following the lead of Vincent Griffith after the death of Davina Claire. Since the Mikaelson's had fallen the wolves had departed the city and were mostly hiding without their queen. Since the ancestors had vanished the witch's had never been so weak, so vulnerable and it had left the coven leaders on the edge of their seats. The young Maîtresse of the Garden coven had barely gotten any sleep, the trembling of her hands still kept her up at night. The lack of control over her own muscles and the aching it causes just kept her awake for hours on end. Seems she had no control over anything anymore. But as she closed the door to her apartment and locked the door she clenched her hands into fists and placed them into her pockets before descending down the stairs towards the street level. Upon the ground level sat the letterboxes which were against the opposite wall and just before the corridor. At the end of the corridor was the door out into the warehouse district but as Evelyn's feet landed on the bottom of the steps she turned and headed to the door directly beneath the stairs, taking out her keys once more and unlocking the door. 

As the blue door creaked open, Evelyn let herself in and closed the door behind her as she  placed her bag down. She had to open up the shop ahead of the usual tourists that always seemed to swarm early on in the day. Her bag was placed behind the register and she headed on over to the front door to turn the sign from closed to open, humming a tune to herself as the blonde drummed her fingers on the wood of the double doors that led out to the already busy street. She'd been working at ' Curiosity Corner ' ever since she started middle school, having been helping out Madame Marlow after classes. She knew the store like the back of her hand and was well known to the regulars. Most of them being coven members. The coven's princess was never too far from the shop and would help anyone and anything if they had the right intentions behind their request. 

Evelyn had just put her hand back on the door handle when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She's taking the device out and unlocking it to take a glance at the message. 

'  NEW SMS FROM FLO: 

received today at 09:32am

Ev, meet at 3260 Round Table Drive. Elmwood. 10am. Urgent.  '

Evelyn read over the message three or four times, making sure she got the information right. It was around 20 minutes to get to the location which gave her around 30 minutes total to get there. What could Flo possibly want? The two knew each other from high school, Florence was an untriggered wolf from the crescent pack. She was a sweet girl and Evelyn had been helping Florence and her pack when she could by providing remedies for the newly triggered wolves to help with pain relief around the full moon. It kept the Garden District coven and the Crescent's on good terms. With an urgent message as such it probably meant Flo had a new wolf who needed some aid. Last night had been the full moon so it made logical sense. 

Evelyn closed the message and clicked onto Madame Marlow's contact to send a message, when Evelyn had coven business Madame Marlow was happy to cover her. Seems no matter what Madame Marlow was in her corner.  With the text sent Evelyn quickly flipped the sign to closed once more and locked the door before rushing towards the backdoor once again, picking up her bag on the way . She was walking quickly as she headed through the door and down the corridor out into the city. The witch took a left and sped down the street towards the garage as quickly as the witch could, flicking through her keys. She still held her phone in hand, thinking over the message and what spells she'd need to prepare. What she needed to help Florence and her probably struggling friend. Why had she been so cryptic? No further information? Maybe she only had time to send just that. The sooner she gets there the more she'll know. She headed to where her bike was parked up and tightened her messenger bag around her chest to keep it close to her form when on the road as she swung her leg over to sit on the bike. Keys in the ignition, stand kicked up and she's pulling off to head out of the garage and onto the busy street. 

The witch ducked and wove her way through the traffic, going west towards Elmwood just outside of the city. Her blonde hair flickering in the wind behind her. She always drove with such urgency, reckless but controlled at the same time. The young witch didn't fear the road and lived for the thrill of her motorbike. It gave her a backwards kind of peace, peace in feeling alive. It helped her get around the city quickly and to her coven members when they needed her. The last few months had shown her that her life wasn't her own anymore, she lived to protect and serve her coven and the families within it. She couldn't help but feel a sense of honour at being in this position. She knew it would be a difficult task but never complained, never showed any sign of weakness to her people. They deserved her best self and any struggles she may face were to be behind closed doors, that's what Josephine always told her... that's what she'll do. This was the role she was raised to play in the chessboard of coven life. 

The journey to the house wasn't long and with the speed of her bike she was able to get there ahead of schedule. Pulling up just down the street she dismounted the bike and fixed her windswept hair. The witch removes her keys from the bike and heads down the street and up the steps to the neglected house at the end of the street. It looked barely standing and definitely not the safest of places to meet. It was the first warning sign that began to claw at Evelyn's back. She rolled her shoulders back and took in a deep breath before pushing the door open and looking into the dimly lit and musky room. It smelt of rotting wood with a continuous scent of dampness. She was sure if she stayed quiet she'd be able to hear the scuttering and scurrying of creatures in the woodwork and in the walls, eating away at the faded wallpaper that had been torn and graffitied over. The floor was littered with trash that had been discarded by squatters or trespassers. God knows what lingered in these man made mounds of grime and dirt. The witch closed the door behind herself slowly and checked her watch....  09:56am. She was early. But that still didn't explain why everything was so quiet, it shouldn't be this quiet.