chapter eighteen

fête des bénêdictions

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      JORDANNA WAS A MESS, to put it lightly. It had been a few days since finding out about Bonnie—and Damon, dying, though she didn't really give a fuck about Damon's death, only how it effected Stefan. 

      Their first visit to New Orleans wasn't supposed to go like this, it wasn't supposed to start with the three breaking down as soon as their eyes found each other when they entered the Compound. Bonnie was supposed to be there with them, not the three sobbing over the loss of the Bennett.

      Jordanna wasn't supposed to watch Stefan fall apart over his brother. His brother.

      Caroline wasn't supposed to be bawling on the floor of the Abattoir earning weirded looks from the vampires in passing. 

      It wasn't supposed to like this, but hey, that was life for you. Shitty things happen and there is nothing you could do about it, in certain circumstances that was anyway.

      They got drunk, a great way to numb the pain of a loss of a friend, all except Jordanna. She had to sit in Rousseau's listening to Caroline and Stefan giggle amongst themselves as they drowned their sorrows, doing shots 'in honour of Bonnie and Damon'.

      Jordanna was bored half of the night—thoughts corrupted by a certain Bennett when Cami showed up. Pushing a plate of fries over to the witch, Jordanna raised her eyebrow at the bartender as she looked up toward the blonde.

      "You always get them when you come in here," Cami shrugged as she wiped down the bar surface. "Thought you might need to eat, since your friends are . . ." her eyes trailed along to Caroline and Stefan—the former casually sucking on a blood bag in the middle of Rousseau's whilst the latter indulged in bourbon. "Busy."

      "Thanks . . . " Jordanna trailed off awkwardly, this was weird, she and Cami didn't do nice. They did petty, awkward little moments but nice? Nice was unnatural for the two—which elicited in Cami muttering an awkward. "Uh—I should get back to work." Under her breath before she walked off, turning to serve another customer.

      So, Jordanna ate her fries and danced. She danced with her two best friends until the sun rose, well, until her very pregnant self could take it, and then they cried, again. Made more toasts toward Bonnie, did a very teary story time and then eventually after a day or so Caroline and Stefan left.

      Which brought her to where she was now, laid in bed as the original painted her. He was complaining about how she could smile—or at least look like she didn't want to kill everything and everyone. Jordanna merely plastered a great, big, grin on her lips spitefully.

     She was woken up by Klaus as he busied himself with painting—and he expected her to be all sunshine and rainbows? 

      Absolutely not.

       Klaus sighed, eventually giving up on his painting and came back to bed with the witch. The two sat for hours, in the arms of one another, in the bliss silence. Jordanna's tired eyes watched with a smile when the Mikaelson would occasionally touch her baby bump, muttering things to the unborn child under his breath, which never reached her ears.

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      Jordanna rubbed her temples as she walked out onto the balcony, her eyes flitted between the workmen that scurried through the Courtyard.

       "Seriously, Elijah?" Jordanna groaned in annoyance, earning the original's attention as he turned up to face her with an apologetic smile as she made her way over to him. "It's too early for this," she complained, reaching the landing.

       "Enough with all the racket!" Klaus exclaimed as he joined Jordanna, following her down the stairs—a hand was dramatically placed over his ear as he tried to block out the noise.

      "Is there a problem, brother?" Elijah asked, an innocent tone to his voice before he turned to the workers. "Gentlemen, please."

      And with that the workers stopped what they was doing and left the Compound, Klaus' jaw ticked as he sighed in irritation. "I agreed to a general sprucing up, not a bloody three-ring circus."

      "Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of century. Now, you might be content to live in squalor. I'm not," Elijah retorted turning to face his brother momentarily.

      "He has a point-"

      "-I also agree with your brother," Genevieve's voice sounded out as she made her way into the Compound, a large smile on her red painted lips. "It's a new era in the French Quarter. This place could use a makeover."

      "And just when I think you couldn't get anymore annoying you prove me wrong every-single- time," Jordanna muttered under her breath before turning to face Genevieve, a scowl etched onto her features. "No one asked for your opinion, Gwendolyn."

      Genevieve scowled at the god-awful nickname Jordanna had relentlessly been calling her every time they came into some sort of interaction. "Actually, I do have a request," the redhead turned to the oldest Mikaelson brother with a smile. "I'm told our coven hasn't been able to celebrate feast days in the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change."

     Jordanna's mouth gaped open, she was seriously asking for something after all she had done to the Mikaelsons? Fucking bitch.

      "Am I to assume that you have a certain feast day in mind?" Elijah arched a brow as he stared inquisitively at the witch.

      Genevieve nodded in answer, "La Fête des Bénêdictions. Feast of the Blessings. In the past, members of the community offered witches gifts in exchange for blessings. We'd like to use it as a forum for introducing our young Harvest girls to society."

      "You're funny," Jordanna pointed at her with narrowed eyes. "Very funny. No."

     Genevieve rolled her eyes as she turned to Elijah. The original stared at her in disbelief. "So, your coven attempted to destroy my family and you yourself held my siblings in unspeakable torment. And you would like a party for the witches . . ."

      Klaus chuckled at his brother's words whilst Jordanna's head tilted. "Elijah has a point, why the fuck does she get a party? You didn't throw me a party."

      Elijah frowned, turning to her, voice at a mutter. "Why would we have done that?"

      "My birthday," she stated in an obvious tone.

      "Don't pout Jordanna," Klaus teased, picking up his glass of scotch before making his way over to her, swinging an arm around her shoulder as he leant down to her ear. "We did far more exciting things on your birthday than a party could offer you."

      A grin pulled at Jordanna's lips as her chin lifted slightly as she looked up at him, "True."

      Genevieve scoffed loudly, drawing the attention of the smiling couple and, slightly, disturbed Elijah, "I made my amends with your brother. Why don't you think it over?"

      "I hate her," Jordanna muttered under her breath as the red-head turned on her feet, after sending the hybrid a seductive smirk and left the Courtyard. "Like, so much."

      "Agreed," Klaus sighed before he turned to his brother, dragging Jordanna along with him. "Don't be such a stiff, Elijah. The tourists love a good festival. Besides, what better way to cement the solidarity than a show of faith toward a 'one-time enemy'?"

      "A one-time enemy whom is quiet nauseatingly obsessed with you." 

      Klaus shrugged with a cocky smirk sitting on his lips, "What can I say? I'm irresistible."

      Jordanna rolled her eyes. His ego was almost bigger than his di—

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      Jordanna, Naomi and Elijah made their way through the French Quarter, stopping as they watched the Feast Of Blessings parade begin. The music echoed through their ears as the joyful, excited, tourists took pictures. 

      The three Harvest girls were hoisted above the crowd on thrones, each girl dressed in accordance toward the festive.

      Jordanna turned to Naomi with a smile as her eyes fell upon Davina, the young girl supporting a bright red dress, representing fire. "Ohh! She looks so pretty," Jordanna gushed with a grin.

      Elijah chuckled as he closely watched Genevieve make her way onto stage—ready to greet the crowd. Her eyes found Jordanna's breifly, eliciting in a sarcastic wiggle of the fingers from the Jones, the redhead rolled her eyes before she turned back to the crowd, a large smile on her lips.

      "Now, in accordance with the Fête des Bénédictions, the witches of New Orleans bless you all!" The crowd cheered loudly as the red-head spoke. Genevieve moved off of the stage—allowing the three Harvest girls to begin their show.

      Monique stepped forward, with a single glance up to the sky she created a small earthquake. Jordanna scoffed, hand going to her bump as the ground rumbled, shaking beneath their feet before subsiding. 

      Abigale then stepped forward, raising her hand—creating a strong wind to surround the crowd, Jordanna's face pulled into a grimace as her hair moved around, flying out of place.

     Finally, save the best till last duh, was Davina. The Claire girl stepped forward, slipping a small grin to Jordanna before she turned around—raising her arm in the direction of a large sign behind them. The bulbs popped, setting off dozens of fireworks, eliciting in the ground to cheer loudly.

      Jordanna grinned, turning to Naomi, "I taught her that."

      "Where the hell-?"

      "Don't ask," Jordanna shook her head. That day ended up with a lottttt of fires seeing as the place she had chosen wasn't exactly ideal. 

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      Jordanna fiddled with her necklace as she made her way toward the entrance, arm in arm with Naomi as they spotted Elijah and Hayley stood talking at the entrance. 

      "Hayley," Naomi smiled teasingly in greeting as the two joined the pair.

      The Marshall turned her head, smiling at the two women. "Hey," she said before the smile slipped off of her lips, forming into a line as her attention narrowed onto Elijah. "You asked for a representative for the werewolves, so take me or leave me."

      Elijah merely chuckled at the cold tone the hybrid held in her voice. The original held out his arm, Hayley lifted her eyes, staring at him for a moment before she took it, walking into the party—Jordanna and Naomi trailing after them.

     As the party slowly settled, Jordanna had been sneakily messing up the lives of those around her, out of pure boredom as Naomi, like always, drowned herself in champagne. 

      For example—one woman's drink had 'magically' tipped over and spilt over her pristine, white dress, (she was drinking red wine), another woman's heel had snapped as she made her way up the stairs—earning an embarrassing tumble down the stairs, this old guy who was totally staring at her tits as she and Naomi spoke to his wife, well, his car blew up and he may or may not have dropped to the floor from the sudden pain that radiated through his crotch . . . 

      If you couldn't tell she was bored, very much so, and Genevieve's voice echoing through the room didn't exactly help with her sullen mood.

      "Welcome," the redhead announced with a smile as she looked around the crowd, stepping onto a platform. Maybe Jordanna should make it accidentally collapse, that'd definitely bring a smile to her face. "As is our time-honoured tradition, you are all welcome to deliver your offerings. It is our custom that no one should be turned away, no blessing be denied."

      Jordanna dragged Naomi and Hayley along with her as she joined the line that the guests had formed. Her eyes caught Genevieve's from across the room—Jordanna sent her a malicious grin earning an exaggerated eyeroll from the redhead.

      Hayley was first in the line to 'offer her blessing', moving forward she went to give Davina her gift with a smile but was stopped short by a woman who stood to the side, directing her to give the gift to Monique. A frown etched onto the Jones' face as the next guest in line was sent to Abigale and the following back to Monique. 

      So, when it finally got to herself and Naomi the two were directed to the smug looking Monique. Jordanna scoffed in disbelief and continued making her way to Davina. The woman carefully gripped onto her shoulders and, again, tried to direct the two to Monique.

      Jordanna turned to the woman, tongue running across her teeth in annoyance. "Get your hands off of me before I burn them off."

      Naomi huffed a laugh as they barged passed the woman, and sent her a sarcastic smile as they made their way to Davina. 

      "Hey, D," Jordanna grinned as she stopped in front of the Claire witch, holding out her gift, followed along by Naomi who did the same.

      "You both came," the teen smiled widely, her sadden expression gone as she looked up at the two.

      "Duh," Jordanna gave her a look. "We wouldn't miss it, besides, me just being here is pissing Gwyneth off, so it's a win, win."

       Davina chuckled lightly, thanking them both for their gifts before the two older women were ushered off and the guests continued giving their gifts—of course, only to two out of three Harvest girls.

        Just as the duo had made their way over to Hayley and Elijah, Klaus' voice echoed through the room. "Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please," Klaus spoke upon his place on the stage, causing all the guests to quieten down and Jordanna to shoot him a questionable look, he merely getting a smirk in response. "We are gathered here today to pay homage to out beloved witches, but one very special witch has been utterly ignored. That seems a little unfair to me." As he finished, he walked over to Davina, holding a small box out to her.

      "No," Davina told him bluntly, shaking her head as she stared up at him blankly. 

      A small chuckle escaped Jordanna's lips while a frown pulled at Klaus' face. "I understand why you would reject me, given our past. In truth, many of us here today have been wronged in the conflict my brother's treaty ended," the original said just as Josh made his way into the room.

      He was still alive?

      Wow. Good on him.

     "Your friend Josh, here, was involved in a plot to kill me. It would be well within my right to execute him here and now. But, in the spirit of solidarity, and for your favour, Davina. I hereby pardon him," Klaus stated with a wide smile, clasping a hand onto Josh's shoulder as the young vampire's face fell into one of shock. "Josh, from this day forward, you have nothing to fear from me."

      As Josh's face turned into one of relief, Klaus turned to Davina with a small smile. "Please," he held out the gift to her once again, the young witch finally accepting it with a sceptical look in her eyes before the Mikaelson made his way off stage—disappearing off into the crowd.

      Jordanna was stood by a table, observing those who passed her when her eyes finally fell upon Genevieve. The redhead held a sour look on her face before her entire mood switched, just like that. Her clenched jaw, relaxed as her red painted lips pulled into a smirk, her hand reached up to her vibrant hair, fixing a loose strand—her eyes following one particular person around the room.

      For fuck's sake.

      Jordanna placed her bag down onto the table she was stood at before she made her way through the crowd. The Jones had finally made her way across the room—standing beside the witch.

      Genevieve tipped her chin as she looked down toward the witch with an irritated sigh. 

      "If you don't stop gawking at him, I will tear your tongue from your throat," Jordanna spoke, her tone calm as she brought her glass to her lips—smiling falsely at people as they pass the two.

      "Is that a threat?" Genevieve rose a brow.

      "Oh, absolutely," Jordanna smiled as she placed a hand on Genevieve's shoulder before she moved to walk away.

      Jordanna had never exactly been one for being possessive . . . as you might put it. She never needed to in past relationships, when she was with someone that was usually enough for others to stay away but something about Genevieve irked her, or maybe it was just Klaus. She hadn't ever exactly been in love so he was different for her. Past relationships were merely based on sex . . . and whilst she and Klaus did that a lot, that wasn't what it was built on—it was built on trust, love, admiration—and all that sappy shit.

      Before the witch could step away Genevieve gripped onto her forearm tightly, stopping her from moving. "Don't push me, Jordanna," Genevieve threatened, glaring down at the witch who merely arched a brow, lifting her hand she pried the red-head's grip from her.

      "Do you wanna try that again? Cause' I didn't quite buy it," there was slight amusement to her tone that made Genevieve want to kill her there and then. But she couldn't, not yet, it wasn't time.

     The older woman opened her mouth before it clasped shut again, Jordanna nodded with a smirk before she slipped away, making her rounds of the crowd.

       Jordanna spotted Klaus in the crowd and began making her way over to him as he smiled at her, his dimples popping out as he watched her near him before she stopped abruptly upon hearing a loud, drum echo through the room.

      Turning her head to the stairs, she watched as a large group of drummers made their way down the steps and joined everyone. Elijah walked toward them with a sceptical look in his eyes. 

      "Happy Fête des Bénédictions," the lead drummer spoke, turning to spare a glance at all the guests. "We have a message for all of you from Marcel Gerard." Jordanna turned to look at Klaus, a confused look painted across her features as her eyes fell back onto the group of drummers when they reached into their jacket pockets and pulled out razor blades, slicing their wrists open—blood splashing onto the floor.

      The vampires that attended the party grew antsy, their faces flickered at the smell of blood—veins popping, fangs bared. Elijah stepped forward, turning to face them all. "Control yourselves. This is a vulgar trick. We do not violate our agreement," the original sent them all warning glances when suddenly, the lights went out.

      The vampires began feeding on anyone they could get their hands on causing loud screams to course through the room, sending the party into a fit of chaos. 

      Jordanna heard her name being called by Klaus and Naomi—the witch spun in every direction, trying to figure out where the shouting was coming from when a piercing feeling flooded through her body. A pained gasp left her lips as a vampire began feeding on her, blood dripped down her neck before she squeezed her fist, the unknown vampire pulled away, gasping before a final breath left their body as their heart flew from their chest. 

      Jordanna grimaced as she felt the sticky substance run down her neck, the witch spun on her heels, trying to find Klaus as he continued to call her name when she was knocked to the floor.

      Great.

      Jordanna huffed as she went to push herself up from the floor when a foot suddenly stood on her hand. "Ow," Jordanna exclaimed, shoving the person before hearing a thud as they toppled over.

      Suddenly, the lights turned back on, causing Jordanna to squint as she pushed herself up. "Nik?" She questioned, looking around as she tried to find The Original.

      "I'm here." A voice whispered in her ear causing her to relax as the Mikaelson wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. Her head rested against his chest as one of her hands instinctively went to her bump. 

      "You alright?" Klaus questioned as he pulled strands of hair away from the crimson on her neck, Jordanna nodded. He immediately calmed once he remembered that the baby healed her.

      The pair looked around, eyes falling onto the bodies surrounding them before they caught sight of wall behind them.

      THERE WILL BE NO PEACE, was written on the wall in blood causing Jordanna's head to tilt.

      Huh.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

i need season 2 to happen rn, i need the drama of humanity-less jj—anyone got any ideas on what she could do, or be like? ;)

ANd the last time I will ask yous about baby names .... so ive sorta narrowed it down but then again not rlly cos tbh with u idek what im doing yet so yh ;) also these were like the most liked names .....

Boys names: atlas mikaelson, ares mikaelson, 

Girls names: athena mikaelson, artemis mikaelson, rowan mikaelson

only got two for the boys cos i cant find where i wrote them and only remembered two but feel free to give me more names cos i am utterly useless xo

(edited 06/04/22)