𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 | 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌&𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 {𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽}

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"This ain't a peep show." Evelyn said to the man sitting at the bar who she noticed was staring at Elizabeth, taking her place behind the bar.

"Can you blame me?" He asked, "Elizabeth Saltzman's a star. I've seen all of her movies."

"Sorry sweets, but I'm bad with faces." Evelyn said, opening up her notepad.

"I'm hoping that's not the case." The man told her, taking a picture out of his coat pocket and setting it down on the bar counter. "I'm looking for my boss. The best P.I. this town's ever known."

"Like I said, I'm bad with faces." Evelyn said, sliding the picture back to the man and turning away from him.

"He's in danger, Miss Mikaelson." The man informed her, folding the picture back up as Evelyn turned back to him, leaning against the bar. "How do you know my name?"

"The same way I know your liquor license is expired, and the girl who's currently staring at us from across the bar, is your sister, Hope Mikaelson." He explained, Evelyn's face hardening at all the information he had. "So, let's help each other out."

"He looks like the type of guy who would come here for the music. If I were you, I'd ask the dame who sings because I sure don't." Evelyn told him, moving her notepad and turning away from him.

༄༄༄

Evelyn and Hope were currently cleaning the bar, Hope stopping and picking up a picture of her lover, Charlotte, when a voice was cleared behind them.

The two turned only to see the detective from earlier. "How did you get in?" Hope asked. "The door was unlocked." He responded.

"You're a horrible liar." Evelyn told him blankly, "I'm a terrible detective, too." He agreed, "But not half bad at picking locks."

Evelyn reached under the bar and set the phone on the bar counter. "Then that'll be the very first thing I'll tell the cops. Or should I start with you going to talk to that singer right before she died."

The detective leaned against the bar and held up a fifty dollar bill between his finger tips. "Not like they'd care anyway." Hope said, Evelyn setting the phone back into place.

"Whiskey." He said, "Preferably the good stuff. Not that rotgut."

"We keep it in the back." Hope told him, the two walking around to the back of the bar.

༄༄༄

Pain coursed through Evelyn's body when a word appeared above her, her looking up.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘢

Evelyn said the word out loud.

༄༄༄

Instead of waking up in the gym like she expected, she woke up in a cell, standing up from the bed slowly and facing the group that was standing outside the cell as Josie did the same beside her.

"Looks like the gangs all here." Josie commented, standing up from her bed.

"Why are we locked up exactly?" Evelyn questioned, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Well, you both have been through a lot." Alaric explained with a sigh. "How are you feeling?"

"Never better." Josie responded, "I think the therapy was really good for us." Evelyn added.

The group all shared a look with each other before Lizzie told them. "You're both full of black magic. I was too selfish to see it before, but...I can feel it. This isn't you, guys."

Both girls eyes turned black, nodding and speaking in sync with each other. "It is now."

"So get used to it." Josie said, snapping her fingers as her outfits, hair and lips turned black. "Cause this look is here to stay."

"Josie, Evie, it's okay." Hope spoke up, the two turning their attention to her. "I'm just gonna put you both back to sleep until we can figure out what's going on, okay?"

"Good idea." Evelyn commented, titling her head to the side as Hope fell unconscious and back into MG's arms. Evelyn bent down so she was eye level with the boy, "Oh...don't look at me like that, MG. Every Super Squad needs a few super villains."

Evelyn stood back up to Josie's side, said girl's eyes turning black again as she chanted. "Autem."

The building began shaking as the lights flickered and electricity sparked. "Stop trying to help us, dad." Josie said, "Cause we've never been better." Evelyn added with a whisper.

Evelyn raised her hand, the group the two girls were standing on rising slowly and removing them from the room. The school blew up, both girls walking out of the flames slowly with dangerous looks in their eyes, black veins crawling up their face.