Masters of Deceit | The Originals

Ch. 1 - "Crescent City."

The Originals S1:E13 "Crescent City."

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"We came here as fast as we could." (Y/n) stated as soon as he and his sister arrived.

Lo and behold, the two were faced with Rebekah, said vampire sitting on a rather comfy looking couch as she played with her phone.

"(Y/n)?" She called out as she turned her head to the direction she heard his voice. Only for her face to break out into a smile when she saw him and quickly get up just to give him a tight hug, in which he returned it with mutual affection.

"Morning, sister. What's happening?"

"The explanation can wait, we have quite the catching up to do."

"Sure, whatever you say, sis."

(S/n) coughed into her fist.

"Excuse me, I'm right here."

"By the way, where's Elijah? And Nik? And also, why are we back here in New Orleans, back to our old home? I thought you wanted to start off fresh and go somewhere else?" (Y/n) asked, lightly shaking the glass filled with alcohol on his hand before downing it and squinting his eyes at the bitter flavor, to which Rebekah responded by laughing.

"Never really was the drinker, were you, brother?" She teased, watching as he chuckled a little and nodded.

"I never liked booze in the first place, sister. So tell me, how do you do your magic?"

Her joyful smile wore off slightly as she glanced away. "Elijah is who knows where and Nik is busy giving his nonexistent prayers at the church. As ironic as he can be, he may also be planning his next move for a massacre."

(S/n) huffed, shaking her head. "He never does change, does he?"

"Maybe. For now, he's doing his Klaus thing."

"And...?"

"I only came here to find Elijah. Thats what it seemed at first, but guess what?"

(Y/n) arched a brow. "Hm?"

"I got myself involved in some mumbo jumbo where our oh-so-sweet brother got himself drunk and had a one night stand with a certain werewolf who just started showing interest in joining the bayou this week."

(S/n) choked on her alcohol, quickly recovering after a second before returning her gaze to her sister to give her an utterly bewildered expression.

"She's pregnant too, might I add." Rebekah topped off casually.

"I'm sorry?" (S/n) responded, still occupied in her own shock to process all the words her sister just said.

"Your expression tells me you still have other more stories to say." (Y/n) added in, narrowing his eyes as he leaned on the couch. "Do tell."

"Simply put, we have a few witchy enemies to deal with." Rebekah stated, her impression shaping into a stern one. "More specifically, Klaus's enemies."

"Ohhh," (S/n) hummed softly in understanding. "I get it, what you're trying to say now is that-"

"That you require our assistance, right?"

"Yup. Now come, I need your help with something."
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"Lovely sermon this morning, Father. Quite inspirational." Said Niklaus Mikaelson as soon a she exited the church to greet Father Kieran, who was currently standing outside to bless the passerbys who joined him in the church.