Heathens ➶ The Originals

twenty-two ; meet the brother

"You really can't call me messy after seeing this tarnation of a room," Joseph commented, walking into the room that Emery was currently occupying. "And how long exactly are you going to stray from New Orleans? I though you'd grown quite accustomed to the town, seeing how long you had stayed."

"The reason why I stayed is also the reason why I left," Emery wiped her forehead, looking down to see the blood from one of her multiple victims smeared across her palm.

The room was scattered with multiple bodies, all torn to pieces and hardly recognizable. Her nasty temper had struck the moment she woke up from her previous dilemma.

It only exceeded when she caught Genevieve and Klaus in the middle of what was a very passionate love arrangement.

So, Emery did what she had to in order to not rip both of their heads off.

She fled.

Only to realize that ripping both of their heads off would have completed the mission she came to New Orleans to complete. Oops?

Emery couldn't figure out whether her leaving was intentional or not, the reasoning behind it still unclear. Well, the reasoning wasn't that unclear, the blonde just wouldn't admit to herself that she had been feeling jealousy.

"Well, get up! I've got a pretty little witch friend that can undo your link to Elijah," Joseph exited the room, calling back, "or did you forget about that in your sulking time?"

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"Oh, you have to be kidding me," she shook her head, entering the graveyard where Davina was waiting for them.

"Since when do I kid?" Her brother gave her a goofish grin proceeding to turn around and give the young witch a hug.

"How the hell do you two know each other?" Emery inquired.

"Small town?" Joseph shrugged, keeping one arm on the Claire girl's shoulder.

"Not quite," she flicked her brother on the cheek. "How are you, Davina?"

"I'd be lying if I said I was fine, but something tells me you don't really care," Davina raised her eyebrows, as if prompting the blonde to say otherwise.

She didn't.

"My magic has been, less than friendly, to me since I came back," Davina explained, the siblings following her lead further into the graveyard. "I can't promise any guaranteed results, but I'll try."

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The council was in a complete state of disagreement when Emery arrived. The church doors had been oiled since her last visit, SO her entrance was quiet, not causing any disruption.

It was Elijah who shut them up, yelling out, "Calm yourselves, please!" He laid back in his chair. "Now returning to the issue of boundaries, you will all heed to the following."

The door opening behind her resulted in Emery blending further into the shadows, not wanting the council to notice her until the time was right.

Hayley was the one to storm in, "Are you serious? You're dividing up the city, and the werewolves don't even get a say?"

"What the hell is she doing here?" Diego, the vampire representative, stood up.

"Diego, sit," Elijah ordered. "We are not dividing the city. We're establishing boundaries—"

"No, Elijah! There is not gonna be a peace if the werewolves are excluded," Hayley put her hands on her hips, enhancing her pregnant belly. "They want a seat at the table and if they don't get one, I can guarantee that you will all regret it."