The Other Mikaelson- Book 2

Chapter XXIX

After all of Elijah's terrible leadership, Keira was simply trying to sleep for a few days, as even immortals who can't die can get sleep deprived- and hangry, that too, since the three remaining Mikaelson's were all arguing over who had to go and rob a hospital for blood bags, which caused Klaus and Keira to team up against Elijah, who was taking forever.

She went downstairs from her room to see some blood bags, which she took, and walked into the courtyard to see Elijah renovating, and Klaus coming down with his new girlfriend, who just so happened to be Genevieve.

"Enough with all the racket!!!" Keira said, annoyed and sipping her blood bag.

"Is there a problem, sister?" Elijah asked, turning to the worker. "Gentlemen, please!"

"I agreed to a general sprucing up, not a bloody three-ring circus," said Klaus.

"Oh, what is it with you two teaming up against me these days!" Elijah said sarcastically. "Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of a century. Now, you might be content to live in squalor. I'm not."

"Elijah, we've lived in tents and hobbles!" Keira exclaimed.

"Get with the times, sister. That was a thousand years ago."

"I agree with your brother. It's a new era in the French Quarter. This place could use a makeover," Genevieve said.

Keira fake smiled at her. "No one asked you to speak, love." As usual, her siblings ignored her snarky comments.

"Careful, Elijah. When this one agrees with you, it's a sure sign she wants something," Klaus told Elijah.

Genevieve smiled. "Actually I do have a request. I'm told our coven hasn't been able to celebrate feast days in the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change."

"Am I to assume that you have a certain feast day in mind?" Elijah asked.

"La Fête des Bénêdictions. Feast of the Blessings. In the past, members of the community offered witches gifts in exchange for blessings. We'd like to use it as a forum for introducing our young Harvest girls to society."

"So your coven attempted to destroy my family-- and you yourself held my siblings in unspeakable torment-- and you would like a party for the witches?" Elijah said incredulously.

Klaus chuckled and Genevieve pouted. "I made my amends with your brother. Why don't you think it over?" she said, leaving the compound.

"Oh, don't be such a stiff, Elijah. The tourists love a good festival. Besides, what better way to cement the solidarity than a show of faith toward a one-time enemy?" Klaus asked.

Keira raised her eyebrows. "A onetime enemy with whom you've grown rather nauseatingly intimate."

"Well, who said maintaining alliances can't be fun?"

Elijah sighed. "One would think you'd be a little more interested in attending to the needs of the mother of your child."

Klaus smiled. "So, she's the reason behind this oh-so-thoughtful renovation? Elijah, the truth is, the mother of my child is werewolf royalty. She's far safer in the Bayou with her pack than she would ever be here with us. Don't worry. I'll bring her home before the birth. No child of mine will be born in a swamp."

"Always the egotistical, aren't you, brother? Did you forgot we were basically born in a swamp?" Keira said.

"Well, technically it was an occasionally dirty river."