Anemoia • Mikaelsons mate

Chapter 14

• • • New Orleans, present-day • • •

"I don't like them very much." Florence mutters as she walks away from the bar with big strides, hoping to put as much distance between herself and the witches.

"They're normally very- No, you're right. They can be a bit much sometimes, but they do have a lot of knowledge regarding witch business." Kaleb offers with an apologetic smile. He scratches the back of his head, unsure if Florence was upset with him for bringing her to the witches.

"Isn't there like a witch-Wikipedia we can consult instead?" Florence rubs her head. She was still a little freaked out that a witch had healed her, but then again, the women in her dreams had been healed by vampires often enough.

"Unlike Marie Laveau's claims to be all-knowing, we witches aren't. There's a lot more guesswork involved than I'd like to admit."

"Pity." Florence mumbles before her mood brightens. "At least we have a lead now."

"Do you think a past self of yours could have a soul connection to the Mikaelsons?" Kaleb asks carefully. Florence hadn't had much chance to voice her thoughts on the matter, seeing as the Deveraux witches and Sabine kept shouting over one another, leaving little room for interjections.

Florence halts for a second, eyes glazing over at Kaleb's words. She hadn't admitted it to herself before, but he was right. The dreams she experienced had to be of her past lives. That was the only plausible reason she could think of. When the dreams first started she had believed them to be random, seeing no connection between the five females, and it made sense, no two females were alive at the same time.

"Are you alright? Are you having a vision?" Kaleb asks concernedly, hand waving in front of Florence her face.

Florence shakes her head and pretends she hadn't just had a revelation. "It's nothing. And to answer your question, I don't know what to believe, to be honest, but as far as we've heard from Jane-Anne there isn't a wide variety of sources when it comes to soulmates."

Kaleb nods.

"Unless..." Florence grins in triumph. If anyone knew about a concept such as soulmates, it must be Marcel. He did grow up surrounded by the knowledge and wealth of the Mikaelsons. Surely he could have picked something up, especially if Charlotte had a soul connection to Kol.

"Where are you hurrying off to?" Kaleb asks, slight alarm audible in his voice. He was known to be erratic from time to time, but this could also be said for the troublesome human he was now running behind.

"We're meeting Marcel, he can help us." Florence grabs Kaleb's hand, urging him to come along.

Kaleb digs his heels in, making Florence halt. "Perhaps I should-"

"Oh no, you're coming with me! It's my turn to make you feel uncomfortable." Florence gives a tug and Kaleb reluctantly lets himself get dragged towards the lion's den.

• ••

"Florence." Marcel greets, hands clasping together to show his delight at the girl's return.

"Marcel." Florence smiles.

Marcel's grin falters momentarily when his eyes land on Kaleb. "Why did you bring him?"

"He's... my friend. He's been helping with trying to solve this whole flashback thing." Florence shrugs, trying to downplay the tension. Her eyes flit to the gate as another person enters the premise, Thierry.

"Yes. I'm her friend. A very close friend." Kaleb grins as he slings his arm around Florence's shoulder, doing little to hide his contempt for the vampire before him. Marcel has caused his coven quite some trouble lately, so Kaleb felt no need for feigned friendliness.