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Victoria slowly stepped inside the Lafayette Cemetery, replaying the events from the previous night in her head over and over again. The dinner party she attended had been…strange. It was a dull affair, with the only exciting event being when the mayor threw his drink in his nephew's face.
Klaus had been a gentlemen. This surprised Victoria as she had heard many tales about him from her family. All bad. He was known for his volatile and aggressive nature, being the most feared of all the Originals. Victoria's grandmother used to refer to him as a "beast of a different nature". Whatever that meant.
When she moved to New Orleans, she knew that she would meet the Mikaelson's. They had made it clear that New Orleans was their home. Their territory. That was part of the reason why she was wary about coming here in the first place. But she hadn't had a choice in the matter. So she bit her tongue and relocated to the home of the most notorious and oldest vampires ever to walk the Earth.
Victoria despised vampires.
She had only ever met a few vampires in her lifetime, and each one was more repulsive than the last. It wasn't the drinking of blood. That she could understand. Blood was their life source, just like animal meat and wine were a human's life source. But every vampire she had ever met were extremely rude. Vampires were the type of creatures that would kill somebody by pouncing on them in the dark. Or using compulsion to weaken their mindset. It wasn't just an unfair advantage they had that they used all too often, but it was rude to attack somebody unprepared. If you wish to kill somebody, you should always let them know and give them a chance to prepare, so at least they have a chance of surviving. At least, that was Victoria's view of killing people. She had only ever killed one person before in her life, and it certainly was a fair fight.
But Klaus was not rude. He might have been cocky, arrogant, and not to mention, if he was exactly like his reputation depicted him, a psychopath. But he wasn't rude. He was rather polite. Though Victoria wasn't impressed. Klaus was obsessed with her, she knew that. It wasn't that surprising. Many men had become entranced with her throughout her life, especially since she got older. Klaus was just another man who liked a girl because she was pretty.
Victoria didn't know what to make of Kol. She had seen him at the first Mikaelson party she attended, the night she met Klaus. She didn't speak to Kol, however saw him in the corner table, flirting with a few of Eliza's witches. Victoria was rather surprised when Kol decided to speak with her at the dinner party. But she was even more surprised at the topic of conversation. Kol was charming and cheeky, and handsome and devilish. So why did he want to make small talk with her? When he first approached her, Victoria was sure that he was going to try to flirt with her, make her melt and act like a bubbling fool like all the other girls he spoke to. But he didn't. Instead, he made meaningful talk with her about herself, her family, and her life. Almost as if he was interested in it.
Almost.
Victoria wasn't fazed. She knew that he had a hidden agenda. She just needed to find out what. She spent much of her life being lied to, and in turn became accustomed to deciphering the hidden emotions and agendas of her enemies. Kol had an agenda. He put too much effort into relating to her. He might have had a point though, about family not seeing eye to her. Victoria had heard stories about Kol. He was apparently, the black sheep of the Original family.
Victoria walked towards the Levesque crypt and stepped inside, automatically seeing Eliza by her table, fiddling around with all those pointless Wiccan bibs and bobs she liked to play around with so much.
"You wanted to see me Eliza?" she asked, walking to her. Eliza's head quickly arose, and she sighed in relief.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. "I asked you to meet me here hours ago."
Victoria scowled. "I am not here to jump like a servant at your every beck and call. I'm here now. What do you want?"
"We have business to discuss" said Eliza, coolly. "What's going on with you and Niklaus Mikaelson? Why did you go to his home last night?"
Victoria blinked. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was invited."
"Invited?"
"Yes, invited. To a dinner they were holding with a few select people".
Eliza frowned but didn't say anything, instead turning back to her table.
Victoria stepped closer, leaning in to take a peek at whatever Eliza was doing. "How's it coming along?"
"It's coming."
"Any progress being made?" asked Victoria, scowling at Eliza as she fiddled with some sort of voodoo doll. Victoria would never understand American witches.
"Yes" said Eliza, standing up and facing Victoria. "In order for me to complete the spell I will need some De La Fontaine magic."
"I already told you that I would assist you in the spell" said Victoria, confused.
Eliza hesitated. "Yes, but…I will also need some of your blood."
Victoria tilted her head and stared at Eliza. "Are you positive that this spell will work?"
"No, of course not" snapped Eliza. "But it's my best guess. I'm combining elements from both the magic of the New Orleans witch ancestors and a De La Fontaine witch. It's tricky, unreliable, and farfetched but it's our only hope."
Victoria sighed and shook her head. "I understand that it is not the easiest spell for a witch of your power, but understand this. If you don't, in one way or another, complete the spell successfully, then I will not complete my end of the bargain."
Eliza's eyes widened. "We are talking about stealing the magic of an entire family of witches. Witches who are capable of the most powerful magic to ever exist. Your own family, Victoria".
"They are not my family" said Victoria coldly. "Not anymore."
Eliza did not reply, only sat down again and stared at the floor. Victoria had to admit that Eliza wasn't a bad person. She might have had her own hidden agenda for helping Victoria, but who didn't have an agenda when it came to helping her. No one ever did anything for her unless there was something in it for them.
"Eliza" said Victoria softly. "Take your time with the spell. I'm not in any rush. And as I understand it, your situation isn't progressing rapidly either. I won't give you my blood just yet, not until you know more about the spell and whatnot. I don't want to start the spell and end up sprouting horns."
Eliza chuckled. "I understand".
Victoria turned and sat at the chair across from Eliza. She looked upon Eliza and saw nothing more than a desperate woman who would do anything to protect the things she holds most dearly. Victoria had to respect her determination. She had first met Eliza the day she moved to New Orleans. Eliza had been expecting her of course. They had been using their magic to contact each other for months prior to Victoria leaving France. Eliza was kind enough to let Victoria live in her luxurious home, kind enough to give her food, a bed, and heat. She didn't trust Eliza. Not fully. But she was grateful for her.
"How long until the spell will be ready?" asked Victoria.
Eliza let out a shaky breath. "Well, including the materials I'll need to collect, the information I'll gather, and the support from the ancestors. Give me a few months."
Victoria nodded her head. "Just remember, the future of your witch coven lies in your hands, and your hands alone."
Eliza smiled and shook her head. "No my dear. You see, once the spell is complete, that burden will fall directly to you."