Enigma -> K. Mikaelson

14

"Welcome."

The sound of Genevieve's voice was like nails to a chalkboard for me. The fete des benedictions was a feast of blessings. Fancy words that basically meant you should give witches gifts.

In return, they bless you. In other words, they don't come after you and call it a blessing.

"As is our time honored tradition, you are all welcomed to deliver your offerings. It is our custom that no one should be turned away. No blessing be denied."

I rolled my eyes as I leaned against a wall in my silver, shimmery dress. The theme of the night was extravagant and over the top outfits. At least for the witches.

Despite my separation from the covens, I was still a witch. And I wasn't about to let those bitches forget it. My presence tonight only serves to gloat and make them see that I was thriving on my own.

It might've been more convincing if I wasn't running on a handful hours of sleep and too much coffee.

Hayley went to give Davina an offering but a witch redirected her to another harvest girl. Monique Deveraux, the mean girl of the witches.

Francesca Gerrera, the leader of the human faction, was directed to the blonde harvest girl. Her name eluded me but I did drink more than I should've.

More and more people went to give their offerings. And all of them were told to give their gifts to anyone other than Davina. What is this? High school? Fuck them.

I downed my drink before making my way to give my gift. As I stood in front of Davina, the witch from before tried to redirect me.

I glared at her. "Touch me and I'll burn your hair off."

She backed away, looking at Genevieve for help. I didn't just kneel and leave my gift. The risk of it ending up in the other harvest girls' hands was too great.

I opened the box and threw the top of it into Monique's lap. She gasped at the gesture as I smiled sweetly at her. I took the silver necklace from the box and handed it to Davina.

Her eyes softened as she saw the miniature violin attached to it. In honor of Timothy, the first boy to have her heart. She smiled at me as I did a little bow before getting off stage.

As soon as I did, Genevieve caught up with me. "It is rude to disrespect the customs of our people."

I turned to her with a scowl on my face. She picked the wrong night to try and lecture me. Our people have been nothing but a pain in the ass.

"I am not one of your little witch puppets, Genevieve. Nor am I intimated by your sad excuse of a backbone." I snapped.

Genevieve was taken aback by my choice in words. At Elijah's party, I tried to be civil but this wasn't his party and I've consumed more alcohol than that night.

I will not be intimated by a woman whose every choice is influenced by a bunch of elderly idiots.

"You may have the Mikaelsons fooled but we both know you don't want peace. So cut the crap and leave me alone." I said.

I went to walk away when she grabbed my elbow. The smirk on her face was a good facade but I could see behind it. She was pissed off.