Whoever said you could never go home, was sadly mistaken. The Mikaelson twins, Klaus and Elsa, have returned to their beloved New Orleans, in search of answers to the rumors of the plot against them. But when they return, they find New Orleans is no...
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****Elsa's POV****
For a thousand years, my family and I have walked this earth. The Original Vampires. The first of our kind. Hated and hunted by our parents, my siblings and I searched the world for a place to call "home", finding it centuries ago in a muddy patch of land called "New Orleans". We swore to stick together, always and forever. Sadly, we failed. And when my twin brother Klaus and I left the town we had built from nothing, we swore we would never return. Now we're told a witch there named, Jane-Anne Deveraux is plotting against us. She should known better than to mess with the Original Hybrid and the Original Tribrid. We refuse to be hunted again. Klaus and I were walking around the French Quarter, in search of a lead to our bloody witch. "Much has changed, Brother." I say, my arm wrapped around my brother's arm. "It has, Sister." he replies. As we go up to a street corner, we see a tour guide showing a bunch of tourists around the city. "Welcome to the dark side of New Orleans, a supernatural playground where the living are easily lost, and the dead stick around to play." the tour guide tells his group and I chuckle softly. "I wonder if he was talking about us." Klaus smirks, "Perhaps." and we begin walking again. "It is a lovely day, isn't it, Klaus? Perfect day for thoroughly interrogating a Quarter Witch." "Indeed it is, El." my brother agrees, with a mischievous grin. A couple minutes later, we arrive at the marketplace, where we see a lot of tables set up. But both our eyes soon land on the one with an older woman and a crystal ball. "Oh, look. A witch playing gypsy." I remark, walking towards the table. As we get closer, the woman notices and her eyes widen, immediately packing up her things. I hold up my hand a little and quietly say, "Sede." using my magic to force the woman to sit back down, making her eyes widen even more. As soon as we get to the table, my brother pulls out my chair and smiles at the woman. "Good afternoon. Time for two more?" he asks, gently pushing my chair in, after I sit down. The woman glares at us, "I have nothing to say to either of you." "Oh, now that's not very amiable, is it?" Klaus asks with a fake frown, sitting down beside me. "Yes, you don't even know us." I say. "I know what you are. What you both are." she tells us, looking at my brother first. "Half-vampire, half-beast. You're the hybrid." Klaus mischievously smiles, "I'm the Original Hybrid, actually, but that's a long story for another time." Then the woman turns her attention towards me, "And you. You're an abomination to nature itself." I smirk with a soft chuckle, "You're not the first to say so, Dear. Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we? My brother and I are looking for someone; a witch." I tell her. "Perhaps you might be able to help us find her. Jane-Anne Deveraux." Klaus adds. "Sorry. I don't know." the woman tells us, but we could tell the bitch was lying. "Well, now that's a fib, isn't it?" Klaus says, placing gently taking the woman's hand in his, smiling, "Now, you see, we know that you're a true witch amongst this sea of poseurs, so enough with the fabrications. We've quite a temper." The woman quickly pulls away her hand, "Witches don't talk outta school in the Quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules." So, Marcel is in charge now? Interesting. "Marcel's rules? Where do you suppose we might find Marcel?" my brother asks her, using compulsion to get the answers we wanted. We soon leave after she tells us, heading to reunite with an old friend.
****Daniel's POV****
When I decided to pay my little sister, Rebekah, a visit today, I never expected to receive the news I did from my older brother, Elijah. "New Orleans? What the hell are Klaus and Elsa doing there?" Rebekah asked our brother, while I stood behind her, holding a glass of scotch. "Evidently there are witches conspiring against them. So, knowing our brother and sister, this was a mission to silence and slaughter." Elijah replied. "Well, the French Quarter witches are not a lot to be trifled with." I point out. Rebekah smiles, "You don't suppose they've found a way to kill them once and for all, do you?" she asks as she takes a sip from her drink. Elijah sighs, "Rebekah, in the name of our family, you might try to dial down your glee." "What family? We're five distrustful acquaintances, who happen to share a bloodline. I, for one, hope they've found a way to make that traitorous bastard rot." she tells us. "What of Elsa? You wish her demise, as well, Little Sister?" She turns to look at me, "She is just as guilty." "Or perhaps you're just jealous of her bond with our brother." My little sister shoots me a glare, "At least I'm not using her to find my missing lover, who she probably helped Klaus hide from you." I grit my teeth, "Careful, Sister. You're letting your other face show." "ENOUGH!" our brother yells at us, silencing both of us. "Perhaps while I'm gone, you both can learn how not to be childish." he says, turning to walk away. "Where are you going?" Rebekah asks. "To find out who's making a move against our twin siblings. And then I'll either stop them...or I'll help them, depending on my mood." he informs us, before he leaves. "Well, I guess I'll be leaving too." I tell my sister and take a final sip from my glass. "Where are you off to now, Brother? Going to transfer your thousand years of unused sexual energy into another one of your pointless hobbies?" she snidely asks. Rebekah knew better than to poke at me. "At least I've managed to hold onto my virtue, Sister. You lost yours a hundred beds ago." I spitefully remark, earning a slap across the face from her. I didn't bother to look at her as I angrily left. I couldn't bear to see the familiar hurt expression on her face, knowing that I did indeed hurt her feelings.
