His long lost wife | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 1.

Song for the chapter - Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue

Present day, 2011

The sound of my heels on the sidewalk, the clinking of wine glasses at cafés, and the smell of fresh croissants at the bakery. These were the everyday things I would hear and smell while walking down Paris, now personally I love to be in Paris because France has been like my second home for so many years. After I had left my home in New Orleans, your end up traveling a lot to find somewhere new to settle down and that is what I would do. I have been in London, Brazil, Spain, South Korea, and about 30 different states but, nothing seemed right. I came to France in the 1950s even though it was magical with it's sights and beauty something was still missing. . . or maybe someone.

The bell jingled as I walked into my favorite little spot "Café de pain", this place was amazing and their bread taste like it was made in heaven which might be why it's named café of bread "Bonjour, Ms. Nicole" Claude spoke as he placed two fresh baguettes up for display, he was the owner of the café in his mid sixty's, pretty short but he was as sweet as a person could be. "Bonjour, Claude" I smiled "Laisse-moi deviner. . . deux croissants fourrants au chocolat " I nodded, he gets it right every time. He hands me the chocolate filled croissants as I walk out I tasted one and it taste just like heaven my favorite pleasure at noon, I was about done with the second croissant when my phone rang, I picked it up and read an unknown number from America but I answered it "Hello?" I question the person on the other side, I was about to hang up because nobody spoke to me and all I could hear was sighs but then a voice was heard "Hello, is the Nicole Liken Mikaelson?" I stopped in my tracks "Nicole Liken, Just Liken." She giggled softly "Oh, sorry my name is Sophie Deveraux, If you remember me" I was shocked that she was calling me, of course I remember her but it's the place she lives that made me worrisome. "Yes, You and Your sister Jane-Anne are Quarter witches, am I correct" I continued to walk towards my little townhouse I had in Paris, It was kind of like a house I used to live in which is why it was so comforting "Yes, that is me. . . We need your help and it is a really big thing I am asking but if you could come to New Orleans I could show you"

"New Orleans? I haven't been there in ages so, why do you want me to come?" She sighed over the line "Please, I can't just tell you I have to show you" I thought about it for a moment a decided that I needed to take this risk "I will be there soon" I hung up the line and walked into my French cottage house. I quickly removed my heels and jacket, I went to my bedroom and put as many clothes as I could fit in, I then went to my shelves of my grimoires well. . . The least dangerous ones at least, you see when you say the magic words you could say my book shelf would open up to so many grimoires you couldn't count they are my most dangerous ones with the most powerful spells from some of the most powerful witches to ever exist. "aperiam te" I said swiftly and it flew open, I travel with them because I have learned to never trust them in the hands of others. . . I called a taxi over and I headed to the airport. I was honestly sad to see France go but I knew going to New Orleans was what I needed to do, or maybe I wanted to? I honestly haven't even figured it out myself.

I walked through the doors of the airport confidently "How may I help you, miss?" the young lady at the check-in asked me "I need a first class ticket on your next flight to New Orleans" I compelled her, I felt bad sometimes when compelling but it is a perk of being a vampire I guess. "Oh, yes the next flight will be at two pm, enjoy!" She handed me the ticket, currently it is twelve pm so I just have to wait two hours, I got some food and ran to the bathroom before I went and sat down waiting for my flight.

I sat in my seat focusing my attention on anything but the outside of the plane. You could say I'm not really one for air travel, seeing as I was raised in the 1300s you can probably see why. "Excuse me, would you like anything Miss?" A flight attendant approaches me, breaking me out of my thoughts "Uh no, thank you" I smiled lightly at her, I decided to try and sleep some since we have eight hours left of out flight... I slowly lose consciousness and drift into my dreams of what New Orleans is going to be like, it has been so long since I have been there but it has always been like a home to me... the only thing is I am so nervous wondering what these witches are going to ask of me, I have been keeping a downlow and now I will again have to be used for my magic like always.

I woke up about an hour before the plane is expected to land and once it lands I automatically go pick up a car, these heels will not be ruined. I compelled the car salesman to give me a nice Rolls-Royce, I'm not into cars but you know, it was the most expensive so I took it. I drove heading towards the graveyard taking in all the sights to see in this town noticing the differences of this place since I have last been here and then I arrive.

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There is the first chapter ahhh!! Thank you guys so much for reading and I am so sorry it took so long for this to get up because I just started school and all.

I'm sorry if this is bad it is the first real book I have written but I am so excited to get it started because this character is so amazing! Oh also I think I will be making a playlist for this book soon so get ready for that! Till next time x