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Elijah Mikaelson always considered himself to be a patient, kind, and impeccably dressed man. But there were times when he felt inclined to grasp someone by the shoulders and shake some sense into them. This was one of those times.
He had spent the better half of the night discussing peace terms with Joseph Labonair, a rather large and in Elijah's opinion, idiotic, senior werewolf who he had thrown the party for. The werewolves from the Bayou appeared to be having trouble following simple requests. One of which was, lock yourself up during a full moon so you don't accidently wonder into the French Quarter and violently slaughter an entire family.
Finn was daggered, which meant that Elijah was head of the Mikaelson family. It was his duty alone to ensure that Mikael did not find them. Elijah knew that Mikael despised werewolves almost as much as he did his bastard step-son. The family couldn't afford werewolves to gain the attention of Mikael. And it was Elijah's responsibility to make sure that did not happen, by any means necessary.
Elijah sat at his table, pointedly ignoring the inappropriate conversation occurring in the table next to him, making a forced polite conversation with Joseph.
"Joseph, I understand that being a werewolf is in your nature and it is not my intention to force you into concealing who you truly are but let's look at the situation at hand. Innocent families are dying at the hand of your werewolves, when they do not have to. If you simply chained yourselves up during a full moon –"
"Chain ourselves up?" sputtered Joseph, his voice raising slightly. His rather large face had turned an unattractive shade of purple and his cheeks were wobbling with the breaths that he took. "You would like that wouldn't you, pretty boy? You would like to see me chain my pack and myself up like nothing more than dogs howling for scraps!"
Elijah closed his eyes and sighed. He held his hand up to Joseph slightly and waved him down, which promptly shut Joseph up.
"I have been polite Mr Labonair. I have invited you and your pack of mutts to my family home, I have allowed you to sit on my seats, drink my wine, and eat my food. If you do not restrain yourself from ripping apart the locals during a fool moon, make no mistake, the Mikaelson family will act accordingly."
Joseph stayed quiet for a moment or two, his face fading from purple to white, to purple again. "Are you threatening me?"
Elijah blinked. "Yes."
"So you are saying that if we do not abide by the rules of a bloodsucker like yourself, then we will end up in the ground?" growled Joseph.
"Or all over the French Quarter" called out Kol from behind the pair. Elijah rolled his eyes and turned around, glaring at his younger brother before turning back to Joseph.
"No, that's not what I am saying at all. I am saying, we will act accordingly" Elijah said shortly, his voice hardening on the last word. "Now, I think we are done here."
Elijah stood up, flattened his suit and stepped away from a near speechless Joseph, and faced the crowd.
Marcel seemed to be enjoying himself in a pretty brunette that was vaguely familiar. Elijah scowled. He hated the fact that Rebekah was hurting but he knew that nothing he could say would change Niklaus's mind.
Speaking of Niklaus, Elijah's eyes searched the floor and found him dancing with a stunning young girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. They appeared to be in deep conversation, with Klaus having a curious expression on his face, and the girl he was dancing with, answering Klaus's curiosities.
The girl Klaus was dancing with eyes wondered until green met brown. Elijah froze in his place, unable to look away from the girl. She had a very pretty face, and appeared to be in either her late teens or early twenties. Elijah kept his eyes locked to hers until something stepped in the way, blocking his view of her and her pretty eyes. All he could see now was his younger brother's face.
"I'm bored" said Kol, scowling. Elijah gritted his teeth, silently cursing his baby brother.
"I don't care" he said shortly. "Go bother someone else."
"What's got your breaches in a twist" asked Kol, amused. Kol stepped to the side so he was standing next to Elijah instead of in front of him. Elijah immediately sought out Klaus's dancing partner but she was no longer looking at him. Kol seemed to notice Elijah's distraction and followed his line of vision, landing on the girl.
Elijah turned to see Kol looking the girl up and down, nodding in approval. "Nice, very nice. I approve. She is exceptionally beautiful isn't she? Mm, my, my, I haven't seen her around before. Did she come with Lydia?"
Both Elijah and Klaus turned to glare at Kol but he simply shrugged and took a drink from a passing waiter. "I love red heads".
"Its strawberry blonde" said Elijah irritably. "Not red."
Kol waved his hand. "Same thing."
Elijah sighed and turned back to his younger brother. "Don't you have harlots to flirt with?"
Kol chuckled. "Now, now Lijah, no need to be so cranky. It's not my fault that I have every woman in New Orleans chasing after me while you have only…oh wait a moment, you have none! But no, now that you mention it, yes, I do have harlots to flirt with. In fact, I have my own private party starting up upstairs."
With that, Kol shoved his glass of champagne into Elijah's hands and took off up the stairs, a few girls following him. Elijah had no doubt that those girls would be dead by the hour.
Klaus and his partner had stopped dancing, and a woman that Elijah recognised to be Eliza, one of Klaus's witches, was speaking with them both. The girl turned back to Klaus, thanked him for the dance and politely said goodbye. Elijah saw that Klaus looked as if he wanted to convince her not to leave yet but the girl and Eliza had already turned around and were heading for the doors.
The girl with strawberry blonde hair locked eyes with Elijah one more time before disappearing through the doors.