1919 | Elijah Mikaelson

two

Seraphina

"How did you become so talented with the sword?" Niklaus asked me as we sat on the forest floor.

The birds sang all around as we talked.

"My mother died giving birth to me, so I have only ever had my father. He doesn't know much about anything other than being a warrior so that is what he taught me." I said with a shrug.

Niklaus smiled at me sadly. "It is unfortunate that they won't allow you to be out there. It is where you belong."

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"Marcel has been too busy for us girls lately. So I was thinking that we could spend the day together." I suggested as I leaned onto the door frame of Davina's room in the church attic. "Even if one member of our family has gone awol doesn't mean that we don't stick together."

Davina smiled at me before she nodded. "Only for a little while." She said before standing from her bed. "If Marcel finds out."

I wave my hand disarmingly. "Who put Marcel in charge?" I asked as I held out my hand to her.

She interlocked her fingers in mine before we both chanted a teleportation spell to my apartment.

"Your breakfast is already waiting for you at the dining table," I said before stepping outside onto my balcony.

Music hits my ears as musicians line the streets.

Tourists walk the streets, unaware of the vampires they are surrounded with.

My phone rings, and the custom saxophone ringtone lets me know that it is Marcel calling me.

"Hello," I answer.

"You have Davina?" He whispered in the phone.

I let out a small laugh.

It hasn't even been five minutes.

"Yes, she and I are just spending the day at my apartment. Just because you don't have time for us anymore cause you're too busy being king doesn't mean that she and I can't spend time with one another." I teased.

"I know, I'm sorry. Listen just have her back by nightfall."

"Alright."

I hang up the phone and look out to the streets once again.

My eyes widened as they fell onto Niklaus Mikaelson walking the streets of the French Quarter away from his former home.

He stopped walking before turning and staring in my direction, almost as if he could feel me staring at him.

I know that he can't see me. The illusion spell that I have placed on the balcony is permanent, ensuring that no one can see or hear what I am up to.

He continued to stare in this direction for a few seconds before turning and walking away.

I sighed out a small breath of relief.

I continued to observe the activity of the French Quarter for a few more minutes before turning around and stepping back inside.

I shake my head with a small laugh as I see Davina's plate of half-eaten food sitting on the table.

Music from the piano I have set up for her in a different room hits my ears.

I smile before picking up her plate and moving it to the sink.

Her piano-playing skills are exceptional, and I always enjoy hearing her play.