Lilia rushes around her small apartment, her hands gripping a hold of the coffee mug she had in her hand when the doorbell went off -- thus alerting her to someone at the door, the person or persons, rung the doorbell a total of three times.
This caused Lilia to feel a rush of anger, which is never good for a vampire - "Hold your goddamn heels, I'm just coming." Lilia shouts, as she grabs her keys from the mantel they were sitting on and headed towards the door.
She was rummaging through her bag when a females cough echoed throughout the room, "Evening Lilia." She says, and this stops the brunette vampire from racking in her purse and curse.
"Madrid, what can I do for you?" She asks, pulling the bag up onto her shoulder - and looking at her oldest and most trusted friend -- Madrid, who stood dishevelled and exhausted was gnawing on her bottom lip.
"You need to come back to New Orleans." She says, and Lilia raised a manicured eyebrow at her, Lilia had swore to herself that she would never go back to that city after the originals left her and her brother to die that day in the Theatre.
"The originals are back in town," She says, this stops Lilia's train of thought and for her to choke on the coffee she was drinking. Madrid held a lopsided smirk as she saw her best friend contemplate.
"Fine, but after they are gone - I'm leaving, comprende?" She asks, and Madrid nods - happy with her friends answer - but she knew that her leaving was never going to happen, after all it took everything out of her the last time she left Marcel.
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Lilia was walking through the quarter when she spotted Sophie sobbing -- now just because her brother was king of the quarter, didn't mean she had to be rude or insensitive to people. The witch looked up when she heard approaching footsteps.
"Sophie, what happened?" Lilia asks the young witch, kneeling down in front of her - she pushes a brown hair away from her face. "Come on, speak to me -- what happened?" Lilia sighs, and pushes her once again.
"He's got Jane - Anne's body," She wails, and Lilia cocks a brow at her.
"Who does." She questions, the witch that was wailing on the ground.
"Marcel!" She shouts at me and I clenched my jaw - oh that bastard, you do not keep ones family away from them.
"Sophie, I will fix this -- I promise you," Lilia says, before standing up and flashing to the compound she, Marcel and the Mikaelson's once shared. "Marcel! Get out here you little asshole!" She shouts, and her brother appears in front of her.
"Lilia? What are you doing back?" Marcel Gerard asks, confused at his younger sisters appearance but that wasn't what struck him as odd, It was the very pissed off look on her face.
"Where is Jane - Anne's body!?" She hisses lowly, fixing her arms over her chest as she glares at her older brother by two years. Marcel cocks a brow at her, before crossing his arms over his own chest -- mocking her.
"Now, why do you care for the witches?" He asks her, indeed interested on why Lilia was interested in the witch coven that was willing going to kill a sixteen year old girl. "The french quarter coven, were going to kill a girl of only sixteen, six months ago." He says, and Lilia's eyes widen.
"I want to meet this girl," Lilia says, and Marcel nods before putting his hand out for her. "Lead the way, brother." She says, as she grabs it and they walk out of the compound arm in arm.
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Davina Claire sat at her easel when her guardian Marcel Gerard entered the attic of the church. "Hey D," He says, and Davina smiles instantly as she runs towards him and engulfs him in a tight hug.
"Hey Marcel," Lilia says at the door, "Mind if you let me in - I'm kind stuck here." She chuckles lightly, Davina looks at Marcel with worry -- the male looked down at the young girl.
"Gotta ask the lady of the house," He says with comforting eyes, and Davina looks at her warily.
"Come on in," She says, and Lilia takes a step in - before roaming her eyes over the young girl before they suddenly turned vivacious.
"I'm going to kill all those witches with my bare hands," She muttered, Davina looked at Marcel as he shook his head. Lilia then realised the terrified look in the girls face. "Oh I'm sorry, manners. I'm Lilia Gerard," She says, holding her hand out for the young girl.
"Madrid talked about you, the Gerard that left town straight after being changed," She says, her voice wavering. Lilia gave her an encouraging smile.
"Sounds like her, Madrid is my oldest and most loyal friend - actually the one that came and found me." Lilia says, before stepping forward. "I'm sorry the witches tried to do this to you," She says, apologetically.
Davina lets out a small sob, before falling to the ground -- the reminder of the witches torment, even after 6 months -- still very clear in her mind. Lilia's face turned up in sorrow, before leaning down beside the girl and gently pulled her into her arms.
"It's going to be okay, shh." Lilia says, looking around the small but cozy attic - before her eyes landed on something at the corner. A coffin, with the symbol a big 'M', Lilia knew exactly where the had come from.
She untangled herself from the sixteen year old girl, and walked towards it - scraping her nails over it before lifting the lid. In there, laid a very daggered Elijah Mikaelson - her one time lover. Lilia sighs and looks over at Marcel.
"At least we have Elijah under our control." Lilia says, sending Marcel a tight smile - ignoring the nagging and itching feeling she was getting, she still hated the Mikaelson's for what happened at the Theatre in 1919.
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Hypnotic| Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfic"Pacific Ocean, dug so deep Hypnotic taking over me," Or in which Lilia Gérard returns back to New Orleans, after decades of running from it and meets the Mikaelson's again, hoping not to fall for the suit-wearing one, once more. {Seaso...
