"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" I wondered hoping she'd change her mind.

"I have to get back to work" she replied putting on her jacket.

"And you are sure this is what you want?" I questioned again.

"I love him, and he loves me".

"A Mikealson Davina! Has my past thought you nothing about loving one of them?" I sighed in exasperation.

"You weren't there Elle..."

"Which wasn't by choice" I interrupted.

"I know I didn't say it to hurt you, it's just facts".

"I met Kol Mikealson a long time ago and the man you're describing doesn't sound like Kol, which worries me" I explained.

"He's different, plus I promised I would bring him back. So please just trust that I know what I'm doing, I'm not that little girl from the attic that you remember" she told me taking my hands in hers.

She was right before I was put in my cursed sleep, she had been put to death to complete the Harvest, prior to that she had been a powerful scared little girl, lost in the world. Now was stood before me was a strong, fierce, powerful young woman, who had been through too much for a girl her age yet come out the other side all the better.

Last night she had told me everything from being resurrected to surviving Genevieve and Monique then bringing Mikael back to life to kill Klaus and finally how she fell in love with the youngest Mikealson brother.

I told most of what happened to me leaving out the hellish torcher I had to endure, I didn't want her to worry.

"I do trust you, but I also worry about you" I explained.

"Well don't I'm stronger now" she smiled.

"I know and I'm so proud of you little witch" I grinned back pulling her into a hug.

"I missed you Elle" she whispered into my bone-crushing hug.

"Missed you more" I grinned kissing her head, realizing how much I not only missed her but how much I missed having an actual family.

"But before you go I wanted to give you something" I grinned leaving the embrace.

I pulled out a key from my back pocket handing it to her.

"What's this?"

"A key to my, well our house" I explained.

"You want me to live here, with you?".

"You're my family Davina and since I've come back I've realized that I missed having a family, and since you're not hidden in an attic anymore why not have a place you can call home. That is if you don't mind being associated with the Siren of New Orleans".

"I've missed having a family to Elle".

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, I will come live with you aunt Giselle" she cheekily replied.

"Good, now you don't have to spend all your time in the cemetery" I jested.

"Hey, I'm not the one turning soft, siren" she laughed.

"I am anything but soft" I grunted handing Davina her new house key pushing her towards the door.

I watched her open the front door before shutting it again, she took a deep breath before turning around to face me.

"I know this is none of my business but you should really go talk to Elijah".

"Your right" I replied making her smile.

"It is none of your business" I continued making her face fall.

"Elle, he was heartbroken without you".

"I don't want to hear it Davina" I stated sternly.

"Well tough. He was the only person around who knew you like I did, yet I couldn't even say your name while having a conversation with him, it was like it physically hurt him to speak of you. Sabine or whoever she was, must have made one hell of a convincing argument about you being dead because he grieved for you and still did up until he saw you yesterday" she told me.

"Her name was Celeste" I replied spitting her name.

"And how convincing could it be without a body" I scoffed.

"He never stopped looking Elle, we never stopped looking for your remains" she whispered.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that" I softly replied purposely leaving out Elijah's name.

"I know you went through a lot more your telling me, but Elijah loves you and he's blamed himself every single day for your supposed death".

"Since when are you team Mikealson" I mocked.

"I know what it's like to love one. Kol is dead and I have no idea how I'm going to bring him back, Elijah is alive and he loves you. So just please think about what I said".

She then took my hand in hers and gave it a tight squeeze before leaving the house.

I let out a shuddering breath when the door clicked behind her and made a b-line for the drinks cabinet, in the living area pouring myself a large whiskey, gulping it down before pouring another.

He never stopped looking she had said, was it true had he continued to look for me?

Maybe if you spoke to him, my head told me but I wasn't ready I was still too angry, I had been locked in my head, living in my own personal hell for months and I couldn't just forget that in a pinch.

The cream Freya had given me to keep away the nightmares and help me sleep worked like a charm but unfortunately, they didn't stop the flashback's I continually had when I was up and about.

I shivered as a memory flashed through my head, a tear flew down my cheek making me scream in anger, I threw the tumbler in my hand across the room breathing heavily, I was not weak I had to get over this.

I had been through much worse things in my existence and this was just another thing to add to the list, I was the siren of New Orleans for Christ's sake, not some pitiful little girl who cried in a corner over some mental torcher.

I was a god damn legend and I would make sure people remembered.

And I would start with a little business.

***

The wards on the mansion were easy to penetrate, the so-called guards a piece of cake. Anyone who got in my way I simply put them to sleep with a wave of my hand.

I strutted down the winding hallway to my destination in my open-toed high heeled ankle boots, matching my royal blue short leather skirt, white blouse, and royal blue and black leopard print coat which hung over my shoulders.

I walked into the drawing room my signature red lips curling in distaste due to the century-old décor, a piano was in the corner along with a harp and a violin.

I sighed flipping my curled long hair over my shoulder before turning around to face my target.

"Hello, Josephine" I smirked as she looked at me in fear.

"What are you doing here siren" she rasped.

"You owe me a favor I've come to collect".

"And you had to take down everyone one in your path to do so?" she questioned disapprovingly.

"Don't worry they are merely sleeping; you and I know I could do much worse" I grinned devilishly.

"Have a seat siren" she spoke gesturing to the Mahony chair in front of hers.

"Although I love the title, please call me Giselle," I said sitting down.

"What do you want Giselle"

"I want a lot of things, but from you just one".

"Stop playing with me girl and tell me what you want" she snapped her haunting grey eyes blazing.

"Girl! please, Madame LaRue, I'm older than your great-grandmother and you should always respect your elders" I chuckled, making her scoff.

"I saved your life don't make me end it" I coldly told her, making her gulp.

"What do you want," she asked again. She looked desperate, she knew she was alone and vulnerable but she was also furious, furious that she had to sit in my presence and that she owed someone like me a favor.

"What I want is simple, I want immunity and a treaty. Immunity from all past crimes and a treaty to stop the covens of New Orleans coming after me".

"You can't be serious".

"Oh very, I was locked in a box for month's by Celeste and I burned the caldron to the ground with a bit of ash and a few words, for her crimes against me. Imagine what I could do to the rest of the coven's if I put my mind to it" I smirked.

"Is that a threat?"

"Call it a glance into the future".

"Why after so many years of you murdering our kind do you want peace with the witches?"

"My coven cast me out for killing the woman who murdered my husband and son, then they tried to kill me, my own mother caused my death, luckily enough I reborn into the magnificent creature I am today" I explained, I watched her eyebrow raise at that titbit of information, honestly all witches must think I was born this way.

"And for over two centuries witches have tried and failed to end my life. You all thought Celeste had truly done it but here I am stronger than ever, I have no problem spilling witch blood, in fact, I rather enjoy it, but my niece Davina and close friend Freya plan to part of your community for the foreseeable future and I want them to be happy therefore I must rein in my hate for your kind" I shrugged.

"You think I would offer you peace after all the slaughter" she laughed.

"Davina and Freya are properly the most powerful witches you've ever come across in your lifetime, yet I know you and every coven would turn them away because of their relationship with me" I scoffed standing up and helping myself to her liquor.

"I'm offering peace no more deaths at my hand, and as long as your coven's stay away from me I will do the same and honestly I grow weary of dealing with your kind's meager threats against my life".

I chugged back the gin I had poured myself slamming the glass down causing the aging woman to jump in her seat.

"So, will it be blood or peace?" I smirked licking the tasty liquid off my lips.

***

It was nightfall by the time I returned home feeling a hundred pound's lighter. I had sighed the treaty Josephine had drawn up, the war between Giselle Claire and the witches of NOLA had ended for now.

I was thankful I didn't have to now look over my shoulder as much, Davina could have a fresh start with the witches if she pleased and Freya would be welcomed with open arms if she so wished.

Nobody knew what I had done, it was my way of repaying them for everything they had done, Davina for never giving up and Freya for freeing me.

Honestly, I didn't even know I was going to do that until I entered Josephine's home, truthfully, I was going to play with her and scare her a little, it was only when I saw the dusty violin in the corner of the room that I decided what I was going to do.

The violin reminded me of Davina and her crush Tim who had died at the hands of Klaus Mikealson, I knew she kept the violin as a memento. She had lost so much and I didn't want her to lose anything else due to me, Freya was my friend, and she was alone and I knew she longed to be accepted she expressed interests in the covens to me before, therefore I wouldn't have my name taint her.

I opened my black clutch and fished out my key's opening the door closing it behind me after I entered.

There we a few lights on meaning someone was home, I pulled my coat off my shoulders throwing it along with my bag on the side table.

"Davina, Freya?" I called walking into the living room to pour myself a celebratory drink.

I couldn't believe after two centuries I had peace with the witches, I hoped my mother was rolling in her grave. I mean I still hated the witches with the light of a thousand sun's but peace and quiet would be nice for now and I would still massacre them all if they gave me a reason.

I heard footsteps behind me as I sipped my whiskey.

"I'm starving have you eaten yet?" I questioned one of the girls, they didn't answer so I turned around to see who I was talking to, my grin immediately, falling from my face.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned with no emotion.

"We need to talk Giselle".

"No, we don't Elijah".

"Well, I'm not leaving until we do Enchantress".

And just like that, my heart skipped a beat.

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A/N

So mostly just a filter chapter I'm trying to get back into the swing of things as far as Giselle goes as I haven't written her character in a while.

The proper Elijah/Giselle reunion chapter up next what will happen leave a comment with your predictions.

So, Giselle has peace with the witches how long will it last???

Gif of Giselle above and outfit included.

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