𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐀 ⚜️ E.MIKAELSON

[ The Hostage ]

CHAPTER 30
[ New Orleans, 2011 ]

Elijah should've known better, Georgia was never going to sit back and watch especially when it came to getting Davina back. So of course- she followed them, at a distance obviously and watched as they bickered momentarily outside the sanatorium. She was surprised it was still standing, it hadn't been used since the end of the influenza epidemic in fear of a 2nd wave but 100 years later it still stood proudly, however battered and run down.

She stood outside for awhile, allowing some breathing room between them but also to give her some time to figure out what on earth she was going to do. Klaus was murderous and Rebekah was likely delirious but all Georgia knew was that the witches were in there, those who were keeping Davina from her.

But as she gathered her thoughts, her plan suddenly changed upon seeing a certain witch exiting the building. She looked around and lifted the nearest large object, hiding within the bushes as Sabine or Celeste or whatever her name was walked by. With a large swing and a crash, Celeste was unconscious and laying on the ground and Georgia was left to consider what to do now. She hadn't thought her plan through thoroughly. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't kill her yet, she needed answers. A lot of people needed answers. Celeste had done this hundreds of times, killing her wouldn't stop her from coming back but keeping an eye on her, could stop her from causing anymore suffering.

So she dragged Celeste to her car and began to drive to the only place she knew that she could hold her. Lafayette.

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Celeste had now awoken, bound by anti-magic chains and encased in a salt ring. Georgia sat on the counter within her family's lycée. The witch groaned as her head pounded from her injury. "Look Georgia - Your anger is not with me"

"My anger is with you... and your little zombie witches. You know me enough Sabine-" She sighed, shaking her head. "You know me enough Celeste to know how much my sister means to me and you usurped the magic that was supposed to bring her back."

"So what? you're gonna kill me honey?" Celeste raised an eyebrow.

"No... I'm not stupid and neither are you. I kill you and you take over some other innocent persons life. It's not fair Celeste." She frowned, looking into the eyes of a woman she thought she once knew.

Celeste scoffed. "Do you know what's not fair? Me dying for simply loving someone"

"Yeah it wasn't fair, but you killing hundreds of witches just at the chance of a taste of revenge isn't fair either. They had familys, lovers... kids." Georgia sighed, thinking of all the pain and misery Celeste had caused in the last 200 years. "I'm going to find a way to stop you and end this."

The witch remained silent for a moment before looking up. "There's no need, I'll give you what you want. I've got my peace, the Mikaelson's are ruin. I'll offer my life, I now have everything I've ever wanted and death will bring back your sister. It's a win for both of us"