Days after they conversed on their respective roles during her "vacation" found both of them strolling in the witch's side of the Quarter. Elijah was going to follow up on their promises and give them a chance… until it was decided that after the Celeste- debacle there would be no trusting any of the New Orleans witches. For now, Elijah was self-appointed as their baby-sitter and Marcel and the rebelling vampires posed a threat that they hopefully wouldn't get to deal with. So far her plan had come out some-what accomplished, and that was finding a way to trap the witches' magic so that she may feed from it. Their powers were restored and at their peak potential, but their Elder, Genevieve, she felt may be up to something. And that was exactly what she told her "Master".
"Master Elijah, I have a reason to believe that using the help from these magic leeches would only bring us trouble. And stray your brother away from the witch Davina, the girl has her powers back, but she is more powerful than the rest she does not even realise…"
He glanced over at her and nodded. Guidance given from one magical being's opinion about another's was rare as it was valuable. He would have to take care as to not draw too much attention to her existence in this war.
"My brother is expecting a child with the werewolf princess of New Orleans. I was hoping that you could focus your power on protecting her."
"I can only make sure one is absolutely safe, My Lord." She stated. "You will have to choose one. If it's the unborn baby I can make sure no one gets access to the mothers ' womb, if something happens to the mother I can manipulate the body so that it recognises her reproductive systems that will allow the child to live until he/she can be born."
He was silent, not answering , nor did it look like she was ever going to get one at the moment.
"She." He said all of a sudden.
"Hmm?"
"I believe that, with all of this trouble surrounding us, Niklaus would be fortunate enough to have a child, but his… discrepancies may have allowed fate to yield a daughter against him one day in the future. He will have to clean up his actions, faults, enemies dead and alive for this child."
"Pardon me sir, but what will you do once the baby is born. She cannot simply stay here."
Again he gave her a look mixed with doubtfulness and disbelief and agreed with her reluctantly. "I suppose you will be able to construct a few solutions when the time comes?"
"Of course, sir."
He said nothing for a while as they walked on the side-walk.
"It's nearly nightfall. You'll be changing soon."
"Shall I take my leave now?"
"No. I'll need you here, but discretely. I cannot expose you to too much, as per our agreement."
"What will you have me change into this evening?" I asked monotonously.
We spotted a few witches trying to catch a glimpse of our conversation by then. I just looked into his eyes trying to act compelled. He seemed to catch my meaning, making the act more realistic by bringing my head closer with his hand at the back of my neck.
"The one you had on the last time we met."
"But, sir," she spoke in a sultry tone. "wouldn't that be too bold?"
"It will introduce you well. You may take your leave." She blinked in pretence and walked by him.
"Well you certainly know how to pick your woman Elijah." I heard from behind me. It was Genevieve.
Drianna gave an internal smirk, when she saw the confident look on her face shatter at some of Elijah's quietly spoken words.
Bitch.