Alora Branson- Kol Mikaelson

7| New Orleans

After about two days of non stop driving, the duo made it to New Orleans birthplace to Jazz.

"What are you planning to do next time you're hungry if you can't feed?" Everett asked as they pulled into a diner, "i'm fine with just this" Alora raised her blood bag that she had finished on the road. "If you say so, at least let me give you some tips" Everett said as they walked into the diner, "what could that possible be, 'don't rip peoples heads off'?" they both took a seat at a booth.

He smirked as the waitress came over, "what can i get started for you?" she smiled. Everett looked at the menu "can i get 2 burgers with fries, 2 pancakes with hash browns and bacon" he paused "and 2 waters please" he flashed her his famous smile. She blushed before nodding and retreating, "eating you replace you blood hunger" Everett smiled.

"I'm supposed to finish that?" Alora tilted her head, "we can always go back to ripping peoples heads off" Alora rolled her eyes. "So the talk of the town, witches aren't very welcomed here as well as werewolf's" Alora looked around making sure no one was listening, "i need to find my pendant quick, i heard there's a man by the name Marcel he practically owns this city" Everett furrowed his eyebrows.

"I've heard stories about him from Niklaus, apparently he saved him and named him part of the family" Alora leaned back sighing, "our best bet is to find my pendant then get the hell out of here" the waitress walked over setting down the plates. Alora shrugged picking up a fork and beginning to eat, she found herself starving.

They dug in and soon they had finished, but she found herself still hungry for more. "It's not working" Alora sighed sitting back on the booth, "we need to find my pendant" she said tapping her finger on the table. She looked up looking around, "occulto" she said bringing both her hands up to her sides. "I thought witches couldn't use magic here" Everett asked alarmed,  "they can't, luckily i'm amazing at magic" Alora looked up smirking.

She slipped the map out of her back pocket unfolding it and laying it on the table, "how are you sure someone hasn't stole it by now?" Everett watched Alora. She picked up he salt shaker opening it and dumping it on the map forming a circle, "they can't, it's spelled shut" Alora picked up a knife slicing her palm before letting it drip onto the middle of the map.

She closed her eyes focusing on the brown wooden box, she opened her eyes looking down at the map of New Orleans realizing they weren't to far. "We're close come on" Alora slid out of her seat, "what about-" he was interrupted when Alora slapped a 50 dollar bill before rushing out of the diner.

They both got into their red convertible before speeding out, Alora behind the wheel driving like a mad man. "Okay Alora slow down you're going to kill someone" Everett called, Alora didn't listen and soon she was slamming on the breaks. "Sorry!" she called jumping out not before taking the needle from the bag in the back seat, she pricked herself setting the needle on her flat palm. She focused on the needle and it began to spin before pausing pointing North-West, she began walking forward only stopping when the needle flipped pointing backwards.

She took a step back before the needle flipped again, she took the needle of her hand handing it to Everett who had joined her side. Alora crouched down looking around making sure no one was looking before she began digging into the ground, using her vampire she it didn't take her long before she saw the large wooden box.

Relief flooded through her body as she picked it up noticing the familiar embellishments, she gave a laugh of joy before setting it down on the ground. "Needle" she turned to Everett holding her hand out, "please" she smiled hurrying him. He quickly took the needle out of his pocket placing it on her hand, she quickly picked it up pricking her finger letting some droplets of blood fall on the box.

She closed her eyes "aperire buxum et in sanguine hoc juramento" Alora began chanting, she felt the wind pick up in a whistle as she felt a part of magic leave her body. Her head fell back as her mouth fell open feeling the magic, her breathing was heavy as she opened her eyes looking down. She slowly reached out flipping open the lock, before opening the box. The top fell back and Alora caught sight of the grimoire first which immediately caused her to tear up, she let out a breathily laugh as she picked it up running her hand gown the front.

She turned back to the box seeing not only the black pendant, but her mother's bracelet too. "It's there?" Everett spoke up from next to her, "everything" Alora looked up smiling.