Eliza Kent has ruled New Orleans next to Marcel Gerard for many years but sooner or later her past catches up to her in form of the Mikaelson siblings who were convinced that she had died centuries ago. And Klaus wouldn't be Klaus if he just accept...
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Eliza Kent is nothing but a kind, loving soul. She cares for the people she loved deeply and anything that seemed unfair to her was unacceptable. The greatest unfairness in her life was that she was damned to live forever with only very few ways to end her life while she outlived anyone who meant a lot to her. It was an unfairness that she had only learned to accept when she arrived in New Orleans, her new home.
It was a beautiful city and she had found her new home in a small apartment in the French Quarter which was ruled by the vampire Marcel Gerard. Only a couple months after her arrival in the French Quarter they had grown very fond of each other despite Eliza's secret that she had only shared with him and that no one else knew of for her own safety.
And while she ruled by his side for decades, she learned to accept that there were things that she couldn't change, things that she just had to accept for what they were. So when Marcel found a witch to put a spell on the werewolves that forced them to only turn back into their human form on the night of a full moon, Eliza looked the other way. And when he stopped the Harvest, a ritual amongst the witches to appease their ancestors, and locked one of the Harvest girls, Davina Claire, away to protect her, she knew that he did it for the good of all people.
Now, however, Eliza was standing behind a bar counter and watched Marcel up on stage, singing and jumping up and down while dozens of girls cheered and gushed over him. "You gonna do something about them?" She turned around to the dark blonde guy standing next to her who looked like he was close to killing everyone in the room and raised a brow in confusion. "Do something about who?" "Those girls trying to steal your man."
Ellie snorted and hit her best friend with a towel who responded with a pout and started rubbing his shoulder. "No need to be rude." "Evan, Marcel and I have been together for over eighty years. I think the odds are in our favor." The strawberry blonde woman grabbed the glass of scotch that she had just poured and slid it over the counter towards her boyfriend who was now standing at the bar and smiled at her.
After Marcel downed the drink, he suddenly turned to his left where he saw someone standing who he hadn't seen in almost one hundred years. And Ellie knew him all too well too and in that very moment, she was more than glad that Marcel's right hand man Thierry, who was standing in front of her, was covering her up. "Evan, I'll go get some more ice," she muttered and before he could even turn around and answer, she was already gone.
"That was odd," Evan murmured more to himself and turned back to the scene that unfolded in front him as Marcel walked towards the dark blonde man. They talked about something that probably didn't make sense to anyone who didn't know about the existence of vampires or anyone who didn't live in New Orleans back when it was ruled by the original vampires and Evan himself didn't really understand it either despite his knowledge of quite a lot of things that happened in this city.
