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chapter thirteen. heart shaped box
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AURORA DE MARTEL was nothing but a ghost. A ghost who held the one thing capable of killing the Mikaelsons after she had somehow enticed Madison to help her. She was nowhere to be found in New Orleans even with the amount of people out searching for her. Those compelled and those who knew how important it was to getting to her before she had used the white oak some how. Klaus Mikaelson was on edge as everyone else, he couldn't help but make it his soul mission to get to Aurora who was avenging her brother. She was alone in the world and it was questionable how long she was to last on her own. Her best friend stood by the side of the family she wanted to dead, her first love loved someone else and her brother was sitting in the bottom of the ocean.
The Chief of Police within New Orleans had been compelled and demanded to search for Aurora, and him alongside his department were trying their best to find her. Though his return to the Mikaelson compound, he had given news in which Klaus wasn't pleased with. The hybrid had been waiting on some good news such as a lead but there was nothing that seemed to have had been found. Klaus held the dark skinned man by his throat over the balcony in the middle of the compound, where the man had fear written over his face on what was Klaus' next move.
"Tax payers of New Orleans deserve a skilled chief of police." Klaus told as his grip on the man's throat tightened. "How inept are you if not a single one of your men can locate the woman I seek." Esme had strolled towards the balcony in which Klaus occupied, a faint sigh passing through her lips with realisation that the Mikaelson wasn't finding anything useful from the Chief.
"We're trying." The Chief choked, missing the air that flowed through him. "She's a ghost." Esme knew that Aurora would still be in New Orleans especially if she had the intention of using the white oak she had stolen.
"Aurora De Martel is rather petite and may indeed be able to slip through the cracks like a wicked little cricket, but she is not a ghost."
Esme couldn't help but grin with the thought. Eventually the time would come to Aurora's death, where she'd become a ghost on the other side that didn't exactly exist any longer. "Well, not yet." Esme had broken her silence as a frown played on her lips at the Chief who should've kept searching the De Martel until night fall if that was to be the case.
"I think this city's finest could try a bit harder, hmm?" Klaus raised his brows at the man shook his head in agreement due to the fright he felt.
"I see we're in for another normal Mikaelson breakfast." Freya had interjected as Esme glanced over her shoulder towards the dark blonde and forged a slight smile.
