𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.

﹙ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 ﹚

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Beverly had a clipboard in hand, descending downstairs after checking in with the contestants to see they were almost ready. The blonde rolled her eyes walking over to a table where some girl, that she didn't care enough to know the name of, was arranging some flowers. She took the flowers from her hands, arranged them to her liking before strutting away.

"No, no, no!" Beverly snapped, stopping in front of a girl putting bright pink flowers a few feet away from the entrance, "What did I say? Flashy colours go in the back, the front is about simple things."

The brunette nodded, picking up the vase and walking around the mansion to the back, "Amateurs," She shook her head, turning around before pumping into another vase, much bigger, "Who in their bloody mind put this monstrosity here?"

A little shaken up, a girl raised her hand coming up, "I did, Miss Hills."

"I didn't buy this, so what hell did it crawl out of?"

"Ah, Lauren Beaumont bought it. She won last year and wanted to help," She shrugged, explaining.

Beverly took in a deep breath, closing her eyes before reopening them with a smile on her face, "Put it in—"

"The back, I know," The girl interjected, rolling her eyes.

"No, no. Firstly, you don't get to cut me off, in fact,...no one gets to cut me off," Beverly shook her head, raising her index finger in the girl's face, "Secondly, put it in the garbage, two streets away. Move, now."

The shorter brunette rolled her eyes, sighing before Beverly raised an eyebrow, "I said now, did I stutter?"

"Fine," She huffed out, picking up the vase and making her way out of the mansion.

"You know you are a lot less nice when you are bossing people around," Beverly chuckled under her breath, turning around to find none other than Marcel Gerard standing there with crossed arms and an amused look all over his face.

She shrugged, crossing her arms as she hugged the clipboard close to her chest, approaching him, "Yeah...well, I never said I am the epitome of nice. Nice people don't get work done, they are always too busy complimenting others and taking the easy way."

"I take it you are not one for the easy long way?"

Beverly smiled, tucking a stray of strand hair behind her ear, "Well, the hard fast way was made for a reason and it does have it's people and privileges for one; it didn't take long before this old lady had me hired to run down her pageant."

"What about you? What are you doing here?" She asked, pausing to take a vase from a walking waiter and place it on one of the tables the guests were to be seated in, "I mean, this didn't seem like your kind of place."

"It isn't," Marcel smiled, shaking his head before further explaining, "I am a charitable well-known man here, gotta attend these stuff for my reputation."

Beverly hummed along with an interested raised eyebrow, "But do they require you being here before midnight? Only the organizers are here before the pageant starts," She paused, sporting a small smile, "I know it seems like I am kicking you out but I am not. I, too, have a temporary job that I don't wanna mess up."

"They told me they had someone new doing the organizations this time and that rarely happens so I came to see how everything is going," Marcel shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked over the place.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, deducing what the old lady meant on the phone earlier, "You must be the sponsor, then. Well, rest assured your money ain't going to waste but I do hate being verified."

"Just for precaution."

"When I am the best one at what I do...needing your verification seems like an insult," She turned around, strutting in the direction of the picture hanged up at the end of the room. Beverly didn't need to look behind her to know he followed her over there.

Marcel sighed, crossing his arms, "It's just how things run here in New Orleans."

"No wonder you don't launch the big real pageants, what Beauty Queen in her right mind would compete here among the amateurs," The blonde gagged at the thought, turning the picture on the wall to fit her view as she turned to face Marcel, "Now that you are sure your money is in good hands, you may leave. I am at best when left unsupervised."

He shook his head, a laugh escaping him, "You got the phrase wrong."

"No, I got it quite right," Beverly shook her head, insisting, "Supervision only makes it feel as if this is to please someone when it isn't. I am doing it to pass time so this, too, for me is a charity case."

"It seems like I bothered you way too much today, what if you let me make it up?" Marcel stood in her way as she attempted to pass through, offering.

She huffed out a chuckle, "If you are going to ask me to be your date, I would advise you not. About 9 guys just did already and they received the exact answer you are about to receive," Beverly paused, leaning forward before she licked her bottom lip, "No, thanks."

The blonde patted his shoulder before walking around him and getting back to her work with a smug smirk on her face at the reaction she got from him. Making a mental note to get Hayley's opinion on that little incident.

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Beverly was propped on the couch with her laptop in her lap as Hayley flipped through a magazine beside her while talking to Agnes, one of the French Quarter's witch. Luckily for the blonde, organizing New Orlean"s latest pageant hadn't affected her studying plans and she smiled beamingly pressing the send button as she attached her assignment to the email.

She closed off the laptop and picked up her orange juice glass off the table as Hayley turned to Agnes with a roll of her eyes, "I told you, Agnes, I feel great!"

"You are overdue for a checkup," Agnes said as Beverly eyed her sceptically, sipping on her orange juice.

Hayley shrugged, asking, "What am I gonna do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound?" She mocked, pursing her lips in a straight line, "A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch? Nothing to see here!"

Rebekah spoke from where she sat at the coffee table, a hint of jealousy in her voice, "A lot of women would kill to have a child. It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."

"Even if we listen, you do know that literally, no one here trusts you, right?" Beverly stated, inquiring as she gave Agnes a patronizing look.

Agnes sighed, purposing, "I know a doctor out in the Bayou, off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you," She revealed as the blonde witch huffed out in disbelief, what was the point of asking them already, "Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it."

"This is sketchy, why can't the doctor come here? With all of her equipment, we have got vampires here they can easily carry her stuff back here and when she is done; well, why would we keep doctorly creepy machines?" Beverly suggested, looking from Hayley to Agnes.

"She is a doctor, not our servant. That's just a favour," Agnes corrected, taking offence of how Beverly spoke with such coldness coursing through her veins.

The blonde shrugged debatingly, "Not a servant to you but the way I see it, having a clinic in that much of a sketchy place makes it fine to do home ultrasounds."

Agnes, finding no avail to argue with Beverly, turned to Hayley with desperation in her eyes before Hayley sighed, rolling her eyes reluctantly, "Okay, fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is."

Agnes and Hayley get up, Beverly followed before Agnes raised a hand, stopping her, "Not you, your attendance is not needed."

"Ah, not a chance in hell are you leaving this house with Hayley without my supervision," Beverly tilted her head aside stating before she slung an arm around the werewolf's shoulder, "We are a package deal."

"I know what you are...," Agnes stated, coming up to Beverly as the blonde smirked, "Excuse of a witch."

"Well, then you know it's better not to piss me off," She shrugged her shoulders, leaning forward as she waved her fingers slyly, "Just a touch of those fingers and you can kiss your creepy ancestral witchy voodoo goodbye."

"Is that a threat?"

"Damn yes, it is."

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It had already gotten dark by the time Hayley and Beverly got ready and ate lunch, Agnes' car stopped in front of the obstetrician in the Bayou. Owls were hooting as Beverly looked out the window, already regretting that she went along with that.

"This is the doctor's office?"

"This place could have more bacteria than a garbage can itself," Beverly commented, shuddering at the thought. Agnes held back a comeback as the blonde rolled her eyes with a nonchalant shrug, "What? I am a germophobe."

"Dr Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients," Agnes spoke up reassuringly, "Go! She won't bite!"

"In that case, Hayley does bite," Beverly chuckled at the irony of Agnes' comment as she opened the car door from Agnes' side but the witch got out as well, stopping her, "Get out of my way or you will regret it."

"Dr Paige doesn't like a crowd so we will just wait out."

"Yeah? Dr Paige can burn in hell for all I care, I am going in there," Beverly claimed, attempting to push Agnes out of the way before Hayley perked up.

"It's okay, Bev," She sighed, rubbing her hands together, "It won't take long."

The blonde reluctantly nodded before Hayley made her way inside, she didn't get to probably lean against the car before Agnes pulled out her phone, informing, "Send them in now and tell them to do it quickly."

"You shady bitch," Beverly shook her head, attempting to run inside before Agnes stopped her, pushing her to the ground as she pulled an injection out of her robes.

"I came prepared, goodnight," Agnes went to inject her before Beverly screamed out and bit her wrist, internally gagging before she backed away as the witch looked down at her hand, "You are a feisty one, I give you that but your kind is no match for mine."

"Well, I was never the obliging child or one to take injections."

Beverly had her hands around a violet necklace on her neck before her hand glowed and the next thing she did was aim her hand forward, sending Agnes a few feet away before she jumped up and ran back behind the clinic, in time to find Hayley making it out of the window.

"No time to talk, we need to get the hell out of here," Hayley said, panting as she took the lead of running.

"You seriously don't need to tell me that one twice," Beverly huffed out, using her long sleeve to clean her mouth as she shuddered at thought of Agnes' wrist between her teeth.

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The men who raided the clinic were still looking for the girls in the woods behind the clinic, and they pass them, not seeing that they were hiding behind trees, opposite one another. Hayley ran up to them along with Beverly, who was taking hesitant steps as she launched her fist forward, snapping a few necks here and there.

The blonde cursed her luck at the misfortune of being a non-practising witch. She was sure that some enchantment usually snapped all of their necks in one flick of her wrist. Currently, she was relying on her luck with magic, and Taekwondo lessons.

Beverly successfully knocked another warlock down, siphoning the last bit of his magic as he struggled to breath with her heel on his neck. She only ever stopped, stepping backwards as her eyes fell upon a man Hayley had just slit his throat.

Hayley shook her head, backing up next to Beverly as the blonde tried to snap out of it, finding it even more impossible with the amount of blood and the inescapable smell of it, "Beverly, I know all about the phobia and stuff but now is really not the time. I could use one of those neck snaps...Anytime now?"

A large, burly man descended upon them, but before Hayley could react, his neck was snapped from behind by Rebekah, who had just arrived before looking over at the bodies, "Have to say, I'm impressed."

"Possibly half of this is my work," Beverly claimed, taking a deep shaken up breath as she kept her eyesight on Hayley and Rebekah and nowhere near the corpses.

"How did you find us?" Hayley asked, rubbing Beverly's arm in reassurance.

"Your text got me halfway, vamp hearing did the rest along with Beverly's helpful yet frightening scream," She sighed explaining as Beverly rolled her eyes, "Who are they?"

"Witches. Warlocks. Whatever?"

Rebekah nodded, looking far behind them as she noticed more men with flashlights in the distance heading toward them, "There are more of them. Run!"

Beverly and Hayley exchanged worried glances, reluctantly heeding her warning as they start moving but they don't make it far enough as Rebekah was shot in the heart with two arrows, which temporarily neutralize her and she fell to the ground. The werewolf and witch watched in horror as Hayley called out, "Rebekah!"

Beverly had no time to make a move as an arrow hit her leg, piercing itself through her skin as the blonde screamed out while Hayley was shot with what could have been a drug to put her to sleep, the Hill's girl gritted her teeth as she backed up against a tree.

Supposing they would attack them already or kill them but the blonde looked ahead of her to find a shape more like a shadow, tearing the warlocks apart but before she could identify it, her eyes caught a look at her bloodied legs, staining the white pants of hers and her breathing abnormally quickened before she fainted.

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Rebekah awakened in the woods of the Bayou after passing out from being shot in the heart with an arrow. She pulled out the arrows with a groan of pain and sat up to find five or more bodies surrounding her, all of which look as though they were mauled to death. She looked around in horror when she doesn't see Hayley or Beverly but a sigh of relief escaped her, hearing a steady heartbeat.

The Mikaelson rose to her feet, running over to Beverly who was nearly bleeding to death, she looked down at the girl's leg before pulling the arrow out as a scream ripped through Beverly waking her up, "Rebekah...Oh My God...Am I going to bleed to death?"

"Not on my watch, Elijah would have my head," Rebekah bit her wrist, putting it in front of Beverly who shook her head, looking elsewhere, "Come on, Beverly, right now is not the time for this."

"If I drink your blood, I am going to pass out and if you haven't noticed I am not a fan of that or puking either," She turned around, biting her lip as she felt the blood slip through her white jeans' fabric and onto the grass.

"Just trust me, I will even carry you back home as soon as I find Hayley."

"Hayley is missing?"

"All the more reason you should just let me heal you already before you bleed to death."

Beverly took in a very deep breath slowly slipped her eyelids shut as Rebekah pressed the open wound on her wrist against Beverly's mouth, making the blonde girl shiver in disgust. Once she had had two mouthfuls, she pulled away, gagging.

Rebekah attempted to pull her off the ground and Beverly obliged before losing her balance as her eyes rolled to the back off her head, leaving her unconscious in Rebekah's arms.

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