𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Damned ]

CHAPTER 11
[ New Orleans, 2012 ]

Davina made her way into the lycee after a difficult confrontation with Marcel. He was concerned for her, and she knew that but it was vexing, constantly having the people around her treat her like the 16 year old harvest girl she once was. She felt it was different now, she was different now, she was a 19 year old regent who could handle herself.

She sighed as she shut the door behind her, momentarily allowing the stress of her day to melt off, until she noticed Vincent in the corner. reading tarot cards at the table. Davina stared at him for a while, expecting a greeting.

"What do you want?" She ran a hand through her hair, placing her bag on the counter.

"Marcel told me what was going on." Vincent smiled.

Davina rolled her eyes. "Mmm. And you decided to care? This is witch business, Vincent. You don't even practice anymore. And, as for The Strix? If they come after me, I'll deal with it. I'm not afraid."

Vincent sighed to himself as he flipped over the card nearest to Davina, revealing the death card. "Maybe you should be."

"You trying to scare me?" She sighed, resting her hand on her hip.

"No, Davina- I'm trying to warn you. But you don't like it when people disagree with you. From what I hear, you get pretty mad." Vincent stood up, resting against the edge of the table, visibly frustrated.

Davina scoffed. "What makes me mad is getting lectured from the guy who walked away from being a witch."

"Well, then I best be careful, or else I'm gonna end up like all the people you got mad at last time, right?" He chuckled dryly, reaching for the door.

Davina glared at him. "Kara Nguyen attacked me."

"So you had her killed? You gonna kill anybody who disagrees with you, Davina?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"I took care of a threat." She stared at him. "That's what leaders do. And, if anyone tries to stand against me, I'll do it again."

Davina sighed as she stepped past him and out of the lycee, where she was greeted by a large and unhappy crowd of elders. Van Nguyen stood at the helm of them, a willow hoop in hand.

"Funny thing about a willow hoop-" he smirked. "Never know what you're gonna see."

Davina glanced over her shoulder to see Vincent holding an identical loop.  Van laughed dryly. "I told you I'd find out what you did. Now everyone else knows, too."

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The thanksgiving dinner at the compound was well underway. As courses were being served, tensions were growing wilder as the debate continued between the sired and the sires.

Elijah was still comfortingly rubbing the back of Georgias hand with his thumb. "With all the nauseating dinner theater we've endured throughout the centuries, these performances are, by far, the worst."

Tristan and Aurora rolled their eyes in identical expressions of exasperation awaiting Elijah's next snide remark.

"Aurora, my sister-"

Surprisingly, Klaus was the one to end his rantings as he sighed audibly. "Aurora is quite aware of our desire to see Rebekah home, and I'm sure she'll do everything in her power to oblige."

Georgia looked up from her plate at the sound of footsteps entering the courtyard. Freya knotted her face in disgust at the site of the dinner party. "We're welcoming our enemies to the dinner table now? Convenient, given she's the one who has the answers I want."