The following day Mathéo walked around the quarter; although Elijah had told him to show up in the mornings, he didn't specify what time, so as long as he made an appearance before noon, it would be fine. Mathéo took a deep breath before releasing it, enjoying the early morning air. He walked around for another half hour before he decided to start heading to the plantation house; the sooner he finished whatever the Mikaelsons wanted to discuss, the sooner he could leave.
By the time Mathéo reached the house, the sky was painted a light blue. He stood hesitantly in front of the door; he hadn't set foot in this house since he had originally left it. It was unnerving being back. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside the house; at first glance, it didn't look much different.
Walking deeper into the house, Mathéo looked around for any of the brothers. Leaving it up to fate, he entered a random room, finding Elijah talking with an unfamiliar woman. Said woman seemed to notice him first. "Who are you?" she asked, frowning. Elijah turned around when she addressed Mathéo. Elijah, also taking notice of him, looked pleased. "Mathéo, thank you for coming," he said. "I would like you to meet Hayley Marshall." He introduced the woman. Mathéo nodded in greeting. "It seems that she can see me too then?" Mathéo asked.
Hayley looked confused. "Why wouldn't I be able to see him?" she asked, addressing Elijah. Elijah pursed his lips, thinking of a way to explain this to Hayley; he cleared his throat. "Well—" he started before Mathéo cut him off. "I'm a ghost, Ms. Marshall. I was left roaming the changed streets of New Orleans unnoticeable until yesterday, when I found out both Elijah and Klaus could see me, and now you too, it seems," Mathéo explained.
Before Hayley could ask any further questions, Elijah gestured to Mathéo to follow him out of the room. Walking down the hall, Elijah led them to one of the many studies in the house, where Klaus was waiting for them.
Klaus glanced their way as they entered, his attention focusing directly on Mathéo. "Lovely, you're finally here," Klaus addressed him. Mathéo gave him a mocking smile while walking deeper into the room, leaning against the wall and tuning out whatever the brothers were talking about. Now that he had a good look at the study, he remembered it being his father's old study. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes as he was transported back into an old memory.
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Mathéo paced in front of his father's desk waiting for him to return; only when he heard the door click open and then closed did he start his tirade. "Are you out of your mind, Father! You cannot be considering their offer," Mathéo voiced. His father sighed as he walked over to the chair to sit down. "I do not have time to argue about this with you, Mathéo," his father sighed, rubbing his temple. Mathéo slammed his hands on the desk. "So you are just going to cover up those monsters' sins for a few more pieces of gold in your pocket?" he asked, looking at his father in disgust. His father sighed. "It is for the good of New Orleans," he argued, not looking his eldest son in the eye, instead focusing on the papers in front of him.
Mathéo scoffed. "Good for New Orleans or good for your greed?" he questioned. "Is gold that important to you that you would ignore the obvious threat that—" The governor cut his son off by slamming his fist onto the desk. "That is enough, Mathéo! I am not having this conversation with you. You may leave," he ordered.
Mathéo wanted to protest, but given the look his father was giving him, he decided against it and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Mathéo silently stood there, breathing steadily, trying to regain control of his anger. Stepping away from the door and walking down the hall, he froze when his eyes met Elijah's, who stared at him intently, both of them saying nothing. Then Elijah turned and walked away.
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When Mathéo snapped back to reality, the scene that greeted him was not one he expected. In front of him Klaus held his brother tightly by the back of the neck as Elijah slowly greyed and lost consciousness. Mathéo stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of him, to say he was shocked was an understatement, he had never seen Klaus ever dagger Elijah.
Mathéo stared at Klaus over Elijah shoulder, the blonde original raised an eyebrow as if daring Mathéo to say something against what he has done. Mathéo opened his mouth then closed it trying to think of the right way to answer, "Why did you dagger him?" Mathéo asked.
Klaus kneeled as he gently laid Elijah on the floor before answering Mathéo "He is a vulnerability Marcel can exploit" he answered giving no further explanation. Getting back up he dusted his jeans before addressing Mathéo again, "You will not breathe a word about this to any one". Mathéo scoffed "Who am I going to tell? The only people I can communicate with is your family and that werewolf girl," Mathéo stated. Klaus growled stepping closer to Mathéo "When I say no one I mean no one. Now be a good little ghost and go make yourself useful" he ordered before walking away.
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Mathéo hid in a corner of the second floor of the abattoir watching his brother and Klaus converse. Its been almost a months since Klaus had started his plan to over throw Marcel, unsurprisingly things have been going rather slow. While he did have some part to play for things to be going rather slow, Klaus seems to be taking his time as well.
Noticing one of Marcel's men, Thierry, aproaching the pair. Mathéo moved closer to listen in on the convrsation. "-outside of the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who" Thierry explained. Mathéo watched Klaus look away hiding his annoyed expresstion.
Watching Klaus leave after what Thierry revealed, Mathéo followed after him. When they were a good distance away from the abattoir Klaus turned around stopping Mathéo. "I want you to stay here, keep an eye on Marcel" he ordered. Mathéo frowned "I don't see the point seeing as nothing has happened in over a month" Mathéo commented, but Klaus already stormed off.
Once Mathéo made sure Klaus was a good distance away, instead of heading back inside like Klaus told him to, he headed in the opposite direction. After a short while, with a few glances behind him to make sure no one was following him, he stood in front of a familiar building. Taking one more glance around he steppeed inside.
Walking deeper into the building Mathéo headed up the flight of stairs that lead to the attic. Reaching the top of the steps he recognized the sight of the young witch, playing with the intensity of a candles flame. He smiled fondly as he entered the room, as if sensing him the young witch turned around to face him.
The young witch beamed when she saw him "Mathéo!" the girl exclaimed as Mathéo stepped into the room. "Good evening Davina" Mathéo greeted the girl as she approached him. Stopping a few inches in front of him "What are you doing here?" she asked tilting her head to the side in curiosity. "Am I not allowed to visit my favourite witch?" Mathéo asked Davina pouting. Davina shook her head in denial "No! no, I like when you visit. I just thought you wouldn't have time for it now since Marcel has you spying on the old ones" she explained her voice softening at the end.
"Out of the question, I would always make time for you Davina. Speaking of which did Marcel give you the gift I sent?" he asked finally moving to sit on the couch at the foot of Davinas bed. Davina nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, which ever witch owned that grimoire was very talented" she complimented. A bittersweet smile crossed Mathéo's face "I'm glad" he muttered to himself before refocusing his attention onto Davina. He cleared his throat "Anyway, the first few spells in that book will help you with control" he pointed out.
Davina raised her brow in intrest "Really?" shes asked as she went to grab the grimoire that sat at her desk. While she did that Mathéo took a quick glance around the room, nothing much has changed as he took note of everything. But his attention then zeroed in on a coffin tucked away in the far corner.
'So thats where he stashed it' he thought making a mental not of this information, and how to use it in the future. Then just like that his attention snapped back to Davina as she returned with the grimoire in hand. She sat down next to him as she flipped through the pages, her eyes light up in excitment as she skims through the writing on the pages "Wow, how ever came up with these spells is really talented" she complimented not looking up.
"She really was" Mathéo muttered glancing over Davina's shoulder as he looked though the contents as well. Davina glanced at Mathéo in surprise, "Mathéo, did you know the owner of the grimoire?" she asked. The ghost nodded "Yes, she was a very good friend of mine, back when I was alive" he revealed. Davina looked up at him in astonishment "Wait really? Who was she? How did you two know each other?" the witch asks firing question after question. Mathéo chuckled "Her name was Charlotte, Charlotte LaRue, she was a witch, a very talented one, with the most fiery temper there is" he revealed.
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Mathéo was woken up with a loud banging sound coming from the other side of his door. He grogily opened his eyes, wincing as he adjusted to the sunlight the streamed through the window, he groaned as the sound intensified. "I'm coming, I'm coming" he muttered, pulling the duvet off himself as he got out of bed. Opening the door he came face to-face with a familiar red-haired woman.
"Oh good, you're awake" the woman stated, barging into the room sitting down at the edge of Mathéos bed, making herself comfortable. "Good morning to you too, Charlotte" grumbled turning to face her, "What are you doing here" he asked rubbing the side of his head. Charlotte lifted a brow "What, am I not allowed to visit my friend" she asked playfully, Mathéo stared at her humourlessly, clearly not enjoying whatever she was attempting to do. "Charlotte" he sighed growing impatient at her theatrics.
The red-head put her hands up in surrender "Fine, fine I was just worried about you. You've been hauled up in here for the last couple of days people, including those vampires, are going to start asking questions you know" she said her voice laced with conceren. Mathéo scoffed "I could care less what those bloodsuckers think" Mathéo stated.
Charlotte sighed as she got off the bed stepping closer to Mathéo. The girl took his hand into hers "Mathéo you have to be careful around them, you don't have the same defences against them like we do" she reminded him, her hand briefly brushed against the silver bracelet around his left wrist. The brunnett shook his head, tearing away his hands "Yes, you do not need to remind me of this curse my mother placed onto me" he said waving his hand around, the metal on his wrist glinting as it reflected the sunlight.
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After spending another hour lounging in the attic with Davina, Mathéo eventually made his way back to the plantation house. Finding the light still on in the foyer Mathéo made his way towards the room. Inside the room he found Klaus hunched over the bar cart, head hung low, "well isn't this a lovely view, didn't have enough to drink with Marcel Niklaus?" Mathéo asked. Upon hearing Mathéo's voice Klaus turned to face him looking over him in annoyance "Where have you been". Mathéo smiled insincerely "of course I was doing my part in finding Marcel's weakness. Unlike you, whose decided the best course of action it to drink New Orleans dry together" Mathéo commented.
Klaus clenched his jaw before hurled his glass towards him, and to no ones surprise it did nothing but pass right through Mathéo, shattering against the floor behind the brunette. "Wow, after all this time, A comment like that gets you so riled up. You still have no control over that temper of yours, do you Niklaus?" Mathéo's voice was calm, almost mocking. Klaus clenched his fists, his anger boiling beneath the surface.
Klaus seethed as he moved closer to the brunette. "Do count yourself fortunate that you are dead, dear Mathéo; many have died for much less than that comment of yours," Klaus warned, his voice low and dangerous. Mathéo simply smirked. "Yes, how fortunate" Mathéo agreed turning to leave, leaving Klaus standing in the foyer alone. Klaus scoffed before walking back towords the bar cart to pour himself another drink.
Just some quick drawings I had done of these three. Although they literally have the same face, I like trying to come up slight differences between them. For example, I'd like to imagine Tatia was older than any of them were at the point when most of the plot happens, hence the slightly different facial proportions between her and the other two. I also like taking into consideration of how they do their makeup, so I had given Katherine sharper shapes for her eyes. And I had also intentionally given Elena the most youthful look out of the three :) I plan on doing full body drawings of them soon. Then, the salvatore brothers... don't know when I'll get to them but I WILL!.. Eventually 😀😄😀
I found it interesting as to why John Gilbert burning down the Gilbert Clinic instead of just controlling the fire to just destroy the dead vampire bodies, that was until later into the show when we found out that Grayson Gilbert used his clinics basement to torture and experiment on vampires.
Meaning that there were probably still some files and notes in the basement. So in order to rid of any evidence that Grayson Gilbert, may have left John decided to just burn the whole thing down instead of just moving any files to a different location.
Also on another note if Pearl was successful in getting back her property, and she looked around in the basement, she would have found out what the decedents of the man she loved did to her kind. Which would then cause bigger problems with the tomb vampires if Pearl shared what she found with them.
Elena sat on the floor behind her father's desk rolling the ball she had from side-to-side between her legs. She glanced up at her father to see if he was done, but alas he was still munch over his desk, with whatever he was working on, she pouted before refocusing her attention back on the ball.
Deciding to change the direction of the ball, Elena decided to push it back and forth, stopping the ball with her feet before it got too far. A few moments of doing this Elena might have gotten a bit too confident in herself as she sped up her movements. Only for the ball to pass between feet and roll towards the basement door bouncing down the stairs. Standing up Elena glanced at her father before turning around to go after her ball.
Standing at the top of the stairs the darkness below looked as if it would swallow her whole. Taking a deep breath Elena stuck near the wall as she took her first step, then the other and then the other, until she neared the last few steps.
Elena was jerked awake by her seat belt digging into the space between her neck and collarbone. She groaned in pain as she glanced over at the driver checking if he would offer some sort of explanation. The raven haired boy gave her an apologetic smile, "Sorry 'lena, the guy in front of us just suddenly stopped, you okay?" the boy explained while also checking if she was injured in any way.
Elena shook her head, while massaging her right shoulder where some redness started to appear, "It's fine Ty, it just woke me u…" Elena couldn't finish speaking as she interrupted herself by yawning which earned her a laugh from the driver.
Today marks the 2 year anniversary of the day @ray-astra0, threatened, recommended me, to watch a horror movie titled Bagman. @ray-astra0, to this day I still do not forgive you. That shit traumatized the hell out of me.
