The Other Mikaelson- Book 2

Chapter I

About an hour of totally speeding on the highway, and after compelling a few highway patrols to ignore the fact that they had dead bodies in the trunk, Rebekah and Keira finally got to New Orleans.

And, when they were trying to find the Quarter, they ended up at some random ass bar, where annoying, young, arrogant vampires awaited.

"Well, hello!" said one of them. Rebekah fake smiled.

"Hello, love!" she said. Then she turned to another five vampires. "Any of you know where the Quarter is?" she said innocently.

"Now, why would two perfectly sweet little girls go to such a place?" asked vampire number two. "You do know, there's a lot of times where things go bump in the night there."

"Cool," said Keira. "K, well, they don't seem like they'll be much help! Wanna go?" 

One of the vampires, probably in a sad attempt of flirting, approached Rebekah. The second he got too close, she smiled innocently and plunged her hand in his chest. Her hand emerged with a heart in it.

"Really, Bex?" Keira asked. The other vampires began to approach as well. "Couldn't even do it cleaner?"

Keira and Rebekah both grabbed pool sticks and began impaling them all. Five seconds later, there, on the ground, six dead vampires.

When they finally figured out how to get to the new Mikaelson Mansion, there were boxes everywhere, and a brown haired girl.

"Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door," she said, walking up the steps.

"I'm- gonna, get rid of these bodies," Keira said, motioning to the bodies drained of blood in the trunk.

Rebekah opened up the door, and saw the brown haired girl.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked.

"Oh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?" Rebekah replied. The girl smiled wryly.

"Hello. Not the maid."

Keira deciphered who she was, and not wanting her sister to disembowel her, she ignored the other bodies and walked up as well.

"Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Niklaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?" she said.

"You have your brother's manners," Hayley replied.

"And his temper too, so watch it," Keira said. "Where's Elijah?"

"Beats me. He's long gone."

"What do you mean, 'long gone'?"

"Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into – he was all poetic about how we're family – and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire," Hayley said.

"Yeah, I spent the last century with him. I know him better. Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like," Keira deciphered. "Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"

Nik came down the stairs, and Hayley asked. "I thought you guys have super hearing, why do you yell at each other like this?"

"Enough with all the shouting. Little sisters," Nik said. "I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?"