petra larue

[ sophie carson. 20. female ] was that just PETRA LARUE, I saw walking down the streets of New Orleans? The WITCH is known to be RESOURCEFUL, but SHE could also be MANIPULATIVE and can be best described by 90s WITCH, DAGGERS IN LIPSTICK, FEMME FATALE.

Tessa had stopped on her way to get coffee to check her phone, messaging back a contact she had looking into anything related to the recent murders. She was trying to detect if they were linked to any sort of rituals and what they were used for. She looked up at the question. “The Ancestors are the witches of the Quarter who are dead. They provide guidance and power to the living covens and often rules and requests that must be followed. Despite the fact that they are dead, they still hold a lot of power.”

“But...” Petra should know who they are. “I-I don’t remember them. I should know who they are...right?” But she had the note in her handwriting to not trust them, she’s going to trust her own self, but find out why she can’t trust them.

Eyes widened slightly, Elijah and Klaus killed each other? Why? Why would they do that? The witch’s head began to softly pound behind her eyes. A hand raised to pinch the bridge of her nose. “At least three…risen” Her mind trying to make sense of it all. 

Moving to find somewhere to sit, Sophie’s legs felt wobblily. “Oh I remember that…” Flashes of her final moments moved through her mind. The excruciating in her skull. The blood pouring from her from eyes and nose. The chocking, struggle to breathe…then nothing.

“There’s probably more, I’ve heard more freak-outs.” Petra said as she led them to a place to sit down. “Who killed you? How did you die?” There were rumors, that she wasn’t consecrated. She didn’t know the details because she was so young.

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the  pitfalls  of  today’s  youth,  she  thought.  she  had  delivered  a  box  of  various  baked  goods  for  the  headmistress  to  hand  out  to  those  who  actually  ate  such  things  only  to  sit  down  in  one  of  the  oversized  chairs  by  the  fireplace  before  heading  out.  she  wondered,  oh  she  wondered,  if  there  had  ever  been  one  of  her  kind  wherever  they  came  from.  ❝i  think  that  depends  on  you,  love.❞  daphne  answered  with  thought,   ❝do  you  want  to  extinguish  the  fire?  will  the  fire  help  you  in  the  long  run?  only  you  can  make  the  decision.❞

Petra thought about what she said, looking into the fire. She saw memories, ones during when she saw the nastiest of the length that the witches here went for those who came before them. “The fire will free me, but the ashes might kill me.”

“What are you supposed to do when your world burns but you’re the one who set it on fire?” Petra said, looking into the fireplace in the common area. She thought about all these nice people here, how she was taught to hate them all, that she was better. To live and die for the Ancestors, the puppet masters. “Do you watch it burn?”

Quietly, Sophie listened. Lines formed on her forehead and a deep frown moved over her lips. “You’re telling me someone took out some of the original family?” What had she missed? Ten years was a very long time, so much seemed to pass. 

“I don’t know her.” She’d heard of stories about the doppelganger and how her blood had been used to make Klaus a hybrid but she had never met the woman. “I can’t remember anything after the night I died.”

“The rumor is that Elijah and Klaus took each other out...mutually. In the Quarter.” Petra said, looking at the confusion on Sophie’s face. “Well, there’s three of her here, so something’s up.” She looked behind her, seeing if there was anyone passing by the room. Turning back at her, she listened to what she said, about how she didn’t remember anything. “Wait...you don’t remember anything? How did you die?”

“It doesn’t matter how they feel, but how you do.” Freya told her. “Don’t let them or anyone in your coven hold you back from more. I know first hand what it’s like to be under someone’s control. You’re free here. Okay?” 

Her inner monologue; they tried to kill Hope the same day she was born because the Ancestors wanted it done. Petra was scared of the Ancestors, more than the witches that did their bidding, because they had influence. “You know the lengths they will go to if they see something they don’t like.” Her tone sounded less threatening, and more of concern. 

"And the award for biggest ego goes to..."

"Are you so eager to meet your end?"

"Darling, we have to stop meeting like this. This is how rumours begin."

"Did you have to do that?"

"Do this one favour for me and you need never fear anyone ever again."

"Do we have any more booze?"

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"For all I care, you can crawl back to Hell."

"Hey! Earth to you."

"Hold your tongue or I'll tear it from your gaping mouth."

"How dare you command me?"

"How long are you going to hate me?"

"I can't share my secrets with you unless we trust each other."

"I despise voicemail."

"I don't really care about what you want. Let's talk about what I want."

"I like how your mind works."

"I swear to you, the day will come when I'm not so easily subdued, and on that day, I will make you suffer."

"I was protecting you."

"I will fight for my family until my last breath."

"I will not leave you behind."

"I will systematically destroy everything they hold dear."

"I'm going to kill every last one of them."

"If I had a dollar for every mess my family has gotten me into."

"If I want something, I'll take it, and nothing – nothing will stand in my way."

"If you ever betray me, I will make sure you spend the rest of your eternal life in exquisite agony wishing for a merciful death."

"If you knew even a fraction of who I am it would break you in two."

"Is it evil to take what one wants? To satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another's suffering?"

"Is that what you want, to be normal?"

"It just seems like you need all the friends that you can get."

"It's a little early for day drinking."

"Kill a demon today, face a devil tomorrow."

"Let's go kill them all."

"My hatred for you runs so deep it's difficult to pinpoint its origin."

"Please feel free to choke on it."

"Poppycock! I would never bite you"

"So you're having weird retro sex dreams, get over it."

"Sudden moves make me jumpy, and homicidal."

"Ten minutes ago I was fully naked."

"That wasn't me."

"That's right, you don't have any friends."

"The longer the game, the more they suffer."

"The monster in me can only be checked by the monster in you."

"There is a special place in hell for your kind."

"There is something fundamentally wrong with you."

"There's no real peace in revenge."

"This house is like a freaking swamp sauna."

"What better way to punctuate a day of peace than by killing someone."

"What have you done?!"

"What kind of monster do you take me for?"

"What makes you think I'm afraid to die?"

"What the hell are you doing, you ruthless bitch?"

"What wine goes well with treachery?"

"What's worth dying for is not love?"

"When I go after someone, I don't miss."

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"

"You are the architect of your own unhappiness."

"You deserved far better than this."

"You disgust me."

"You do know you're entirely demented, don't you?"

"You don't care about me!"

"You have a warrior's heart. Perhaps I'll keep it as a souvenir."

"You relinquished your right to touch me."

"You waited too long before you came to rescue me."

"You will not break me."

"You will pay for this."

"You're gonna wish you never laid eyes on me."

"You're nothing."

"You're so hot when you're angry."

Petra moved in for a hug. The older witch’s arms wrapped around the girl, drawing her in to a tight hug. Sophie’s eyes closed tightly. Taking a few deep breaths, to calm herself. “I don’t know. I woke in front of the family crypt.” As Petra continued to speak, eyes snapped open and pulled the young woman away from her slightly to see her face. “Who is back from the dead?” Would the ancestors do this? No, Sophie was in agreement. It had to have been something very powerful to pull souls from the other side. “I need you to tell me everything you know.”

As she was pulled away from the hug, she thought about who she’s seen that night. “Umm...I think some Mikaelson’s, maybe Klaus?” Petra said, trying to remember from pictures what they looked like. Looking down, thinking more. “And...” She thought about how she saw Elena Gilbert’s face but on different outfits throughout the night. “Elena, she’s a doppleganger...isn’t she?”

Not a single face she recognized. Ancestors, she would even take staring down Klaus if it meant she would know someone. A hand roughly moved through her dark hair. Searching another room, eyes moved around as arms softly wrapped around herself. It wasn’t until the sound of glass breaking that she quickly turned around to stare at a young woman. 

She said her name. She knew her. The witch’s eyes narrowed for a moment before a quiet realization washed over her. Petra? Could that have been the little girl she would babysit with her niece? What felt like yesterday to her had been ten years. It seemed the little mousey girl had grown up. “Petra?”

“Sophie!” Petra said as she ran to hug her. She couldn’t believe that Sophie was back, it had been so long. “How are you here? How are all these people back?” It couldn’t be the Ancestors, it would never be them. They wouldn’t do this. 

Ten years. Ten years she had been gone. The quarter still held the same energy it had that decade ago. Music filled the streets and the scents of creole cuisines could be smelled. The familiarity of home only offered a small consolation to the uneasiness she felt. A burning whole deep inside her soul. Why? Why had she been brought back. Why was she here? Why couldn’t she have stayed with her ancestors in peace? To many questions and not enough answers. Only one place could possibly offer them. Or lead her to what force might have brought her back…the original family.

It seemed a party was in full swing as she slipped inside the door. The family manor had been turned into…a school? Lips tightened as she steadied herself, hoping to find someone she knew. Anyone who could attempt to shed life on her recent resurrection.

It seemed that many people were coming back for some reason. It was no one that Petra recognized, so she didn’t pay too much attention to it. But then she saw her, Sophie Deveraux. Dropping her glass on the floor, she gasped. “Sophie? Is that really you?”