Maeve looked one last time at herself before she headed for the door.
"Are you sure about this?" asked Patrick, one last time.
Maeve sighed and turned on the back of her left heel, "Patrick, just look after Hope for me and...I'll see after the rest, okay? I've got it sorted."
Patrick scoffed at her words. "Didn't look like it when Kai Parker came knocking on the door! Or did you forget that?"
"No I did not and that is something I unfortunately have to deal with once I finish this business, until then, look after Hope."
"Yeah yeah. You look after her father and uncles and that one aunt. God alone knows the horrors they all are up to."
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Horrors. What a sensational word. Maeve felt the breech in the spells she had casted over the Abbatoir before she left New Orleans. She felt the cracks form and parts where her magic that weakened. She was certain of the horrors the place had endured in thr past months; emotional and physical. She took the stairs to the private dining area where she knew the evening would be in full commence. A meeting she was about to infiltrate.
"I wish you could see that my every action has been to protect you." she heard the voice of a teenager speak from within the room.
"You actually believe that, don't you?" Klaus asked. "I knew you were a liar but now I see you're utterly delusional." Maeve knew instantly that Esther had found herself a host body to live in as her original one was buried deep within the soil of New Orleans.
"If you can, forget the hatred that you cling to and remember all the times I've mended and healed you." Esther tried reminding her children of the possible simpler times. She heard the ice cold laughter of Klaus that followed Esther's words.
Choosing this as her moment she made herself seen. "Why should they forget the hatred when all that you have ever given them is nothing but precisely that."
All heads turned to her but she had her eyes only on the one chair turned away from her.
"I was wondering when I would see you again, Maeve." spoke the teenage girl or Esther. "How have you been?"
"Oh nothing to complain about."
"I was surprised when I didn't see you by Elijah's side. Hasn't he been treating you right?"
Maeve couldn't help herself but laugh at her. "He had been the best, it's me who needed to figure a few things out before our relationship could go any further." she briefly looked at Elijah. Elijah was staring at her without a single reaction, he just held a strong gaze on her.
"You know what I always wondered the most?" Maeve strolled further into the room and stood just beside Esther's chair, "Why do the siblings care so much about me?" Through the corner of her eyes she saw Klaus and Rebekah roll their eyes in unison, while Elijah simple began to find his glass o wine more interesting than her.
