𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Fallout ]

CHAPTER 12
[ New Orleans, 2012 ]

Elijah checked in on his hostage the next morning, smirking to himself as Tristan writhed against the vervain ropes that held him. He continued on the path to his room, sipping from a glass of blood as he hummed gently. His peaceful morning was soon disturbed at the sight of Georgia angrily throwing clothes into a bag within their room. He hadn't seen her since last night, and the initial sight of her brought a smile to his face until he picked up on her anger.

"My love?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. She looked up, her stare was cold. He stepped further into the room, setting his glass down. Georgia continued packing but now with greater ferocity. Elijah reached over from the other side of the bed, pulling the bag from her. "Care to explain?"

Georgia sighed irritatedly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah I would love to...- after you explain to me why the hell you had Davina shunned."

Elijah's face fell.

"She already had very little Elijah. She lost Kol, Marcel is so wrapped up in the strix and I've been running after you and your family. The one thing she had left was the witches." Georgia attempted to snatch the bag back from him, but his grip remained firm.

"I told you I had it under control but once again, you had no faith in me." She laughed dryly.

"I was not going to allow you to do Tristan's dirty work-"

Georgias eyes lit up in rage. "...allow me?"

Elijah rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are free to interpret my actions as a betrayal, you would have committed an atrocity by becoming his call girl. That would have been a betrayal Georgia."

"Oh I see, you were jealous." Georgia smirked, watching as Elijah's face twisted in confusion. "I mean you did compel the guy to eat, sleep and breathe like you for a hundred years. You were afraid I would see good parts of him that don't exist in you?"

"He is a swine! There are no good traits of Tristan de Martel" Elijah exploded, slamming the bag upon the bed.

"Well for one, not everything he does has an ulterior motive. You probably jumped at the chance to 'help' davina, if it meant keeping me away from him." Georgia pulled the bag back over to her side of the bed as she continued packing. "Which it won't by the way. I'm joining that goddamn coven."

"I have assisted Davina countless times and I assure you, there are instances you are not even aware of! I help her because I know you care for her. I am not proud of what i have done, but i have kept you from a vexatious situation where you would lose not only me but also Niklaus by your sister's hand." He ran a hand through his hair as he watched Georgia digest his words.

"You are not my keeper, Elijah. Stop making decisions for me." Georgia sighed as she zipped her bag shut and slung it over her shoulder.

"You are leaving..." Elijah couldn't bring himself to utter his final word. He grabbed her arm gently as she began to pass him.

"I'm spending the night with my sister. She needs me right now. We both know, you think I'm too fragile to assist you in torture so this obviously isn't the best place for me right now." Her features were stoic, but Elijah could still see the warmth and love within her eyes.

He trailed his hand down to her waist, using his free hand to cup her face. "I am sorry."

Georgia nodded, sighing as she leant into his touch. "I'm just sick of hearing that. We were so good for so long and now it's like, we're fighting all the time."