Kairlie - Met In 1994

1) Welcome to 1994

Kai was following this girl for two weeks.

He went for chilling in his favourite spot in Malibu, when he noticed things that weren't there the last time he visited. He would definetely remember abandoned bikini and a sunscreen. They were used, he could smell the ocean in it... And a scent of a girl.

He decided to find her to get more answers. How did she get into his prison? And more importantly, what did she do to deserve getting here.

But in the first place he had to locate his new neigbour. The vicinity was empty, there was no other sound than faint ocean waves.
The bikini was still wet, like the girl took it off moments ago, otherwise it would've dried. She couldn't be far, he would hear car's engine if she drove.

One of the closest bars was used recently, someone made fries. But the burgers were untouched. Strange. Kai would gladly dig in right now, but the quest to finding the girl was more important.

He went outside and strolled the boulevard back and forth in search of some proofs of girl's presence.

She definetely was there for a while, he could tell after all those cloths left here and there and food missing.

Finally he noticed this house at the beach, in less luxurious part of Los Angeles. It was drenched in magic.

Kai walked inside, this place sure was abandoned, it was too quiet. The girl was living here, he could sense her smell everywhere and it was more intensive.

In the dining he noticed a note in a very neat handwriting.

1994... Seriously?!

I think the protection part went a little too far. Spent here two months, guess I'm done.

Going to New Orleans. See you at Rousseau's.

Love, Charlie

So it was a guy all the time? Or the girl was his companion? But there was no scent of a male.

He searched for proofs of presence of more than one person. There was none. Instead, lots of clothes of that girl. Guess she didn't do laundry, as if he ever did.

It was definetely witch house, filled with magical artefacts. The whole main room was filled with Grimoirs, stacked at random places. Apparently the girl tried to leave his prison.

She didn't find anything but maybe she missed something. Kai scarched thru every book in the house, but there was nothing. This Charlie girl had collection of few generations' Grimoirs, some were from different covens.

Impressive. But nothing that would help him get out.

Guess he had to follow Charlie to New Orleans.

Kai was speeding on a highway, buried in thoughts. He expected to find people with last name Rousseau in a phone book. Worse, if that was a nickname. Then he would have to scarche the whole city... From his visit to New Orleans Kai remembered the whole old town was looking like a witch shop, so he should start looking there.

Wait... Right in the middle of the area there was this bar... Even had a witch rake on it... Wasn't it called Rousseau's?

He found the bar quicker than he thought. Charlie was gone, only note was left on the counter.

Alright, I'm legitimately pissed.

Two months and found nothing. Going to that Mystic Falls of yours. If Bennets don't have an answer, then I dunno who has.

Love, Charlie

PS: I'm gonna vervain your bourbon for a decade for that.

Thoughts were running thru Kais head with a lightspeed. Mystic Falls? Bennets? Vervaining?