Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Aug 31, 2014 10:55:07 GMT -6
Elijah Mikaelson had spent the last few hours scouring through the alley's trying to locate Hayley. With it being a full moon tomorrow night he needed to act fast. Hayley was spiralling out of control fast and he needed to get to her before she did something she would regret. But in the state that she was in now there was little chance that she would regret anything.
Elijah had been keeping a very close eye on the witches of the Quarter since their attempt to sacrifice his niece for their ritual to consecrate their ancestral magic. He had already cleared up several mutilated bodies this week of several witches who had nothing to do with the ritual.
He needed to find Hayley. Skulking down another alley that led him onto an open, quiet street he came across the bar Pat O'Briens. Elijah had visited the bar in its previous location in St. Peter Street. But since then it had relocated he found himself drawn to the establishment.
Considering how late it was in the evening the bar was quiet. Glancing around something or someone caught his eye. Straightening his jacket out he weaved himself through the tables and chairs to a man sitting alone at the back.
"Such bravery for a wolf to be out in the open, especially since the full moon is not until tomorrow" he mocked pulling out a chair to sit next to the wolf.
Elijah recognized the male to be one of Francesca Correa's clan, the ring that he wore bound by his brother's blood protected him from turning on the full moon.
"What do you want?" he grumbled draining his glass of some sort of tropical cocktail.
"You see I am looking for a wolf. Hayley. You might remember her?" he hissed almost through clenched teeth.
He laughed menacingly before craning his head to Elijah, "You think I care about you or the original family? Guess what? Tomorrow night you better hide, cause I am going to rip you apart" he ended threateningly.
Elijah saw red. Grabbing the empty glass he smashed it down on the table grabbing a shard and slicing it through the man's finger, severing the ring from his finger. Watching at the man rolled around on the floor, crying out trying to stop the flow of blood. Elijah picked up the severed finger and removed the ring and held it eye level.
"I always liked a challenge" he grinned.
Elijah had been keeping a very close eye on the witches of the Quarter since their attempt to sacrifice his niece for their ritual to consecrate their ancestral magic. He had already cleared up several mutilated bodies this week of several witches who had nothing to do with the ritual.
He needed to find Hayley. Skulking down another alley that led him onto an open, quiet street he came across the bar Pat O'Briens. Elijah had visited the bar in its previous location in St. Peter Street. But since then it had relocated he found himself drawn to the establishment.
Considering how late it was in the evening the bar was quiet. Glancing around something or someone caught his eye. Straightening his jacket out he weaved himself through the tables and chairs to a man sitting alone at the back.
"Such bravery for a wolf to be out in the open, especially since the full moon is not until tomorrow" he mocked pulling out a chair to sit next to the wolf.
Elijah recognized the male to be one of Francesca Correa's clan, the ring that he wore bound by his brother's blood protected him from turning on the full moon.
"What do you want?" he grumbled draining his glass of some sort of tropical cocktail.
"You see I am looking for a wolf. Hayley. You might remember her?" he hissed almost through clenched teeth.
He laughed menacingly before craning his head to Elijah, "You think I care about you or the original family? Guess what? Tomorrow night you better hide, cause I am going to rip you apart" he ended threateningly.
Elijah saw red. Grabbing the empty glass he smashed it down on the table grabbing a shard and slicing it through the man's finger, severing the ring from his finger. Watching at the man rolled around on the floor, crying out trying to stop the flow of blood. Elijah picked up the severed finger and removed the ring and held it eye level.
"I always liked a challenge" he grinned.