PERIPETEIA
[per-uh-peh-tahy-uh] • GREEK
(n.) sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return.
While entangled in a plot to save New Orleans, and more importantly her sister, Georgia Claire finds herself under the careful supe...
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CHAPTER 41 [ New Orleans, 2012 ]
Georgia sighed as her phone rang out once again. She must have called Davina a thousand times in the past few days but once again she had no luck. She knew she was avoiding her, proving to Georgia that Davina knew the severity of her actions but the older sister couldn't help but be sick with worry. She knew Davina could handle herself, but Mikael was dangerous - he made Klaus and Elijah look like cuddly teddy bears.
"How unfortunate..." A voice spoke out from behind her, a gentle hand lay itself upon her waist. Georgia whipped round, looking up at Klaus as a sigh pushed past her lips.
"She's totally AWOL and I'm worried. It's been like 3 days" the worry was evident upon her face, Klaus almost felt bad.
"And yet you still had time for your little date night with Marcel?" He smirked, more patronisingly than usual.
Georgia frowned. "I just thought she was laying low... I trust her, I'm loose on the reigns and obviously that was a bad idea. But typically 16 year olds sneak out to parties not resurrect 1000 year old dead vampires with vendettas"
"Well Davina isn't your typical teenager is she?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing upon his lips as Georgia grew visibly irritated.
"Okay are you going to continue to criticise my parenting or are you going to get to the point? What do you want?"
"Davina of course" he grinned, looking around as tourists rushed past.
"So, what's the plan?" Georgia folded her arms across her chest, looking up at the man as his hand still rested on her hip.
"Well, the way I see it, if Davina wants to use Mikael to kill me, we just have two options. One, you reason with her. Two? Well, I don't think you'd like two very much." Georgia wanted to wipe the smug look from his face as he spoke.
She scowled, looking up at him. "Don't act like that with me"
"You know I mean it Georgia" his face fell menacingly as he stared into her eyes, boring his severity into his stare.
"Fine. Let's go" Georgia groaned, allowing Klaus to wrap his arm around her waist and lead her to his car.
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At the cabin Mikael was stood outside, wooden staff in hand and eyes closed. Davina rolled her eyes at his stance, apparently he was 'meditating'. His body was still drowned in wolf bites and scratches. "You don't look so good. Those bites-"
He maintained his position, keeping his eyes shut as he responded. "Werewolf venom is to be purged by force, not acquiesced to."
"And what is that? A Viking bumper sticker?" Davina scoffed.
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