𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Initiation ]

CHAPTER 6
[ New Orleans, 2012 ]

"So when am I going to meet this witch?" Georgia looked up at Elijah, his drink on one arm and her, wrapped tightly in the other. Elijah's glanced around nervously.

"We will discuss it later."

Georgia furrowed her brow. "That's the whole reason you brought me here-"

"My love, you will know in time." He squeezed her hip.

"You know I'm really getting sick of hearing that." She pulled herself from his grip. Upon the dance floor, Tristan had noticed the interaction. "When are you going to stop babying me, I'm capable of handling myself."

"Not in this setting and certainly not against the demons I will introduce to you."

"So what? I stay at home, keep it pretty for you while you're off fighting battles? This isn't the tenth century anymore Elijah."

"...whose life doesn't depend upon the survival of the original family- do they fight like this often?" Hayley followed Tristan's gaze.

"I've been gone awhile but, Georgias definitely learned to stand up for herself in that time. Elijah's just worried about her, she has the tendency to bite off more than she can chew." Hayley sighed, continuing their dance.

"I see..."

"You are causing a scene" Elijah glared.

"Oh this is nothing Elijah, I can do-" a loud howl interrupted their spat as Klaus and Lucien stumbled into the room with various women strewn on each arm. The room fell silent at the loud interruption.

"I'm ready for my medication" Klaus chuckled.

Lucien glanced around, laughing to himself. "My God, it's a room full of Elijahs."

"I had that exact same nightmare once!" The pair laughed hysterically, each of the women laughing with them.

"Go and grab us a drink, love! Feel free to fetch one for yourself." Lucien turned towards one of them, smiling devilishly.

Klaus grinned. "One for me, please! And one for her, and her, and her, and her..."

"Tristan? Tristan!" The pair shouted in unison. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Unless, of course, you're afraid!"

Georgia looked at Elijah in concern, but his stare remained cold. On the now, still dance floor, Tristan had excused himself before heading straight towards the drunken pair. "You should, uh, move along. You're not welcome here."

"Oh. Oh, okay. We're-we're not welcome here..." Klaus plucked a champagne flute from the nearest serving platter, as he slurred drunkenly in Tristan's face. "Or maybe you should move along before I make you cry in front of all your little friends! Hahaha!"

Tristan appeared amused. "My concern is for your companions. They appear out of sorts without a shiny pole to writhe upon."

"Ohhhhhh, he's suggesting that you're exotic dancers! Which, to him, is an insult-" lucien whispered not so quietly into one of the women's ears. He waved his arm around, gesturing towards the burlesque dances who littered the tables. "If not hypocritical. But, don't take it personally, love. He finds all work demeaning. The only dignified way to accumulate wealth is by birth."

Lucien giggled as he leant forward, tapping Tristan on the nose. "Boop!"

"Isn't that right, Tristan? Hmm?" Lucien gripped his shoulders. Elijah dropped Georgias arm, stepping out from the crowd.