Aaliyah Lockwood is back, after running away from her problems and taking a vacation to the one and only New Orleans, LA. Except where she's looking for answers is in all the wrong places.
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At St. Anne's Church, Father Kieran, is holding mass, "Thank you all for coming. It means more than I can tell you. We gather today for the first public service of our newly reopened church. St. Anne's can finally once again be the heart of our community, where we can congregate as a people united. Here, this hour, we come together to praise God and give thanks. The events that took place at our church were tragic." Kieran continues his sermon while Klaus and Marcel, who are sitting on either side of me in the pew, start to talk quietly. "Problem?" Klaus asked, "No." Marcel says, and I sighed, "Then pay attention. We're meant to seem like devoted parishioners." I mumbled, Kieran just continues to speak, "...and it is that hope in our hearts, and with the help of many benefactors, that allows us to be here today. So, we gather with renewed spirit, made stronger, and are committed to the ideals of peace and love. Amen."
I felt a power and turned around making eye contact with an older witch. "Who are you." I whispered, and Klaus turned to me. "Are you okay, darling?" he asked, "Fine." I tell him smiling and turn back around, After the mass, the parishioners leave the church. Kieran at the entrance to meet with the attendees personally when Klaus and Marcel approach him. "Lovely sermon this morning, Father. Quite inspirational." Klaus tells him, making me smirk as I walk away from them, trying to find the witch from before. "Be careful, Aaliyah." Celia warned as I turned the corner, but the witch was gone. "Darling." I hear and turned to see Klaus, and he gestures for us to go.
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Elijah crouches down to examine Papa Tunde's corpse, while Marcel and Klaus stand beside him and watch, "Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass? A pipe, perhaps?" Klaus asked, "You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah asked, "Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat. They'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep." Marcel told us, "It's rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" I asked
"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be the prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?".
Rebekah suddenly arrives and joins us, "Well, don't you look cheery. Listen to this-- A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving a tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux." Bekah tells us, and I turned to her confused as Marcel asks, "What?" Rebekah nods slightly, "The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle." I sighed and rubbed my hands together as if my blood ran cold, something was wrong. "Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly, a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back - kill the witch who took her place." Marcel tells us, and Klaus looked at me, but I shook my head, ignoring his concerned stare.
Hayley soon joined us, "I have a theory about who one of them could be. Celeste. I mean, it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us she was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil is coming." I nod, "Celia was trying to tell me that something fishy was brewing. " I tell them, "First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores. Now your murdered lover is back. This isn't witches attacking vampires. They're declaring war on us."
