𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Opportunity ]

CHAPTER 9
[New Orleans, 2012]

Georgia paced anxiously within an empty Rousseau's as her finger hovered over Tristan's number. She was scolding herself internally, she knew it was ridiculously suspicious, especially now that the sired were at war with their sires. However she had no other choice, Tristan de Martel wasn't the type of man you just run into-

"Georgia! Just the woman I had hoped to see!" Her mouth fell agape as he stepped into the restaurant, closing the door behind him. "Apologies if you are closed?"

"We ran out of gumbo" she laughed nervously. "Customers weren't too happy - but you're welcome to stay or..."

"No no, you see Georgia - I was hoping we could speak elsewhere. I have a car waiting, unless you have plans, of course."

"No, that's perfectly fine." She grabbed her bag and began to step towards him, when her intuition struck. "Tristan?"

He nodded, raising an eyebrow as he held the door open for her. "We're friends right? I know that you and Elijah aren't on the best of terms but we're alright?"

"Of course, I have nothing but good intentions Georgia." He smiled.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she passed him and Tristan rushed to grab the car door as she locked up. They exchanged small talk on the way to the grand house where the masquerade ball had been thrown. It looked different without the extravagant decoration, it was much simpler.

He led her towards his office, resting against the edge of the desk as she took a seat.

"Care for a drink?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not." She smiled softly, adjusting her skirt. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well Georgia, I have not been entirely truthful with you." His back was turned to her as he poured them both a drink. "I told you that I had interest in you when I first came to New Orleans, that was an understatement."

Georgia raised an eyebrow. Tristan stepped towards her, passing her the glass. "I was infatuated with you and your story. You see I have a skilful coven, each of them have a vast range of talents. Arianna, for example, is a very talented seer, who had a vision-"

She let out a sigh. "Not another prophecy."

"This one isn't as doom and gloom. Arianna told of a young witch, who would defy all odds and become, arguably, the most powerful witch that has ever existed. The sort of power that cannot even be dreamed of Georgia. Think of the most powerful witch you've ever encountered."

"Dahlia... she had crazy power."

"If this vision were to come true, darling you could defeat dahlia without even lifting a finger. You would be able to spin the world on its axis, command everyone, including the originals." He took a sip of his drink, watching as Georgia inspected hers closely.

"I haven't brought you here to snuff you out before you reach your highest potential." He took the glass from her hand, setting in on the table as he once again rested against the edge of the desk. "I'm here to offer you the first step in gaining that unimaginable power."

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Across town, Elijah had had an eventful day. While he had planned to spend the day constructing furniture and returning the compound to its original standard in order to apologise to Georgia, here he was in St Anne's, stood across from a half-dead Strix vampire.

Marcel sighed as he observed the scene."Between blood loss and that bite, I'm not sure you have enough time to get answers."

"Then let's make the most of it." Elijah rolled his eyes, yanking a large stake from Shen Mins chest. "I have questions. I want answers"