𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Cabin ]

CHAPTER 20
[ New Orleans, 2012]

The next morning, Georgia found herself stumbling upon a strange but in no way surprising scene in the courtyard. Klaus was stood upon the balcony, holding the chief of NOLAPD by the throat. His shaking legs dangled over the floor below as Klaus questioned him on his progress in finding Aurora. Freya and Elijah arrived at the scene not long after, staring at their brother in disbelief.

"I see we're in for another normal Mikaelson breakfast." Georgia sighed, watching as an exasperated Elijah climbed the metal staircase, closely followed by Freya.

"Niklaus, for Heaven's sakes! Release the poor creature." The chief whimpered, shaking his head frantically as he knew exactly how Klaus would interpret his brother's words and he was right. The hybrid shrugged as he dropped the man to the ground floor.

Georgia winced. "Really, Nik?"

"That's not what I meant!" Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose. His brother walked past him gleefully, slipping into the lounge.

"He'll live! And he'll remember to do better." Klaus smirked. Georgia glanced briefly at Elijah before following the blond into the lounge. She slumped on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked between the siblings.

"Is all this torture necessary?" Freya raised an eyebrow, still staring at her brother in disbelief. Klaus simply ignored her, picking up on an additional presence in the household.

"Where have you been?" He called out into the hallway. Marcel stepped into the room, his face quickly mirroring everyone else's as he stared at Klaus in disgust as his tactless behaviour.

"I making sure that the Strix and their witches are out trying to find your loony ex-girlfriend. Is that okay by you?" He laughed dryly, stepping further into the room.

Elijah shifted from his position behind Georgia, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze before interrupting the two men's bickering. "Gentlemen, please."

Marcel rolled his eyes at Elijah. "All of our heads are on the chopping block because he lost the one thing that can kill an Original."

"It's not his fault that Cami was waving the white oak around like a kite, or that Aurora made a deal with one of your witches." Freya snapped. Georgia rubbed her face in annoyance, it was far too early in the morning for all this fighting.

"Oh, yeah, it is-" Marcel hit back.

"Can we all cool it?" Georgia sat up, looking between them all. Her comment was ignored and overridden as Klaus quipped.

"I'm quite capable of defending myself, thank you, Freya. What I cannot do is cast a spell to find Aurora." Klaus smiled at his sister coldly. "In that respect, we're alike."

Freya glared at her brother, anger and frustration swirling in her eyes. "Aurora is cloaked. Most likely by the very witch she killed. I'm not the only witch here by the way! And I have been working nonstop."

Georgia tried to ignore the harsh glare that was sent her way. She and Freya had certainly not been fast friends, or friends at all for that matter, but her words still stung. Everyone in the room knew that Georgia felt guilty about her inability to locate Aurora with her magic and Freya had disregarded her feelings so quickly in defence of herself. Witches typically bonded upon first meeting, a deep understanding forged in trust and mutual support. Most could sense the sincerity in others, forming connections that felt almost instinctual. Yet, with Freya, Georgia felt a wall—an inexplicable resistance that left her uneasy. It was frustrating to not understand why Freya harbored such animosity toward her; she had never done anything to warrant it, and it gnawed at her, making her doubt her own worth.