𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐀 ⚜️ E.MIKAELSON

[ The Unexpected ]

CHAPTER 32
[ New Orleans, 2011 ]

As the sun began to set, Marcel and Georgia grew more worried about the happenings of Lafayette. The spell hadn't been broken with the sunrise and Georgia feared that it wouldn't lift at all. After all, there was a time when vampires couldn't enter, what would stop Celeste from creating a spell that would keep them within it indefinitely? "Can't you break the spell?"

"Marcel she was 200 year old witch, usurping the power of Sabine and a harvest girl, i don't have that kind of power." She sighed, shaking her head as he grabbed his coat. "Where are you going?"

"To the only other witch in this city who has that much power. Redhead, a real bitch" he chuckled.

"You know she's going to want something..."

"Don't worry, I plan on killing two birds with one stone. I control the vampires, I keep them out of the cauldron in return for the spell." Georgia nodded, appreciating his quick thinking.

"Okay, let me know how it goes, I'll keep trying with 'vina" Marcel smiled, kissing her head before leaving the apartment. Georgia couldn't help but sigh as she glanced towards Davina's room. She wanted nothing more than to help her but Georgia knew there was nothing she could do - nothing meaningful. She couldn't relate to what she had gone through, no one could. But she knew that she couldn't leave her to her own thoughts.

"Vina?" She called out as she knocked on the door, opening it as she heard a faint hum from the other side. "Wanna get out of here? Get some coffee or something?"

Davina shook her head, picking at her nails. "Oh ok.. what about I order us food? We could watch a movie or-"

"I'm okay G. I think I'm just going to get some sleep"

Georgia sighed, nodding. "Okay, I love you"

Davina smiled. "Love you too"

Georgia closed the door, trying her best to fight back the tears as she made her way to her own room - making sure to leave her window open, in hopes of any expected-unexpected guests.

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"They say the passage of time will heal all wounds. But, the greater the loss, the deeper the cut, and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering, and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again. So, as time moves along, we get lost in distractions. Act out in frustration. React with aggression. Give in to anger. And, all the while, we plot and plan as we wait to grow stronger, and before we know it, the time passes. We are healed. Ready to begin anew." Genevieve lay lazily upon the couch in Klaus' art room as he ranted while assimilating his clothes.

"Spoken like a man who's made peace with his demons." She smiled, watching as he buttoned his shirt.

"My demons are dead, or chased off." Marcel had bargained much more than just the freedom of the cauldron, he had promised Davina to Genevieve and consolidated her role as leader of the coven. She had promised him that she could help Davina and while he did not hold faith in her, she too had experienced rebirth. Elijah had banished him from the quarter not long after and Georgia hadn't seen him since.