Lions Tigers And Bears

Oversight

The night after the full moon, In the city of New Orleans, where New Orleans witches are consecrated Not even the fresh smell of rain on honeysuckle could hide the smell of death in the place where the great original witch was once held as a vampire.

Witches found the bodies of two men, both confirmed to be from Hayley's pack; no one knew how they got there, just that this morning a witch visiting her loved one let out a piercing scream, drawing all other witches to her and causing them to call their regent out of his bed.

Vincent studied the bodies; they were in horrible shapes, with their mouths disfigured and hearts missing; there was no way they could hide this. Though they were not responsible for these wolves' deaths, it seems whoever was responsible wanted the blame to be on the New Orleans witches or something more sinister.

The ancestors have been awfully quiet the past few weeks. Vincent welcomed it at first, but he started to get worried. Now he knew why they were helping whoever hid the bodies here.

Vincent was not sure why they were helping each other, but the end goal was obvious: they wanted war between the witches and the wolves. With Hayley being part of the family of the Mikealsons, they would surely get involved too.

"I know someone who can help," Zaci said, coming next to him. "But she doesn't exactly like the idea of helping us."

"Who is it?" Vincent turned to look at her. He was surprised she was still living in New Orleans; a few weeks ago she had told him she was moving, sold her home, and everything.

Zaci had always been his friend, but even more so after his wife was locked up. She was his rock, and her leaving would devastate him, but he knew why she wanted to leave.

"Bonnie Hopkins," Zaci mused, he had already met the witch; he knew she was totally out of his league magic-wise; he also knew exactly who she was, but he would let her keep her secret; it was less work for him, but if she helped him and the ancestors caught wind of who she was, would that be for the good of his people?

"I have met her once," Vincent told her, walking away from the bodies deeper into the cemetery to where the regent's study is.

"She can help us identify who it is or talk to the Mikealsons into not killing most of us," Zaci said, "but she will need a favour afterwards."

Vincent nodded, but honestly, he didn't know what to do. He knew what would be best for his people, but the ancestors didn't like the idea of hiding this; they wanted to take the blame. Whatever was happening, they were sure they would win, and that scared him.

"What will she do?" Vincent asked as they entered the workshop.

"I'm not sure, but if you agree, the two of you can discuss it," Zaci says, touching his shoulders and coming in front of him. She looks at him.

"I'm not sure, but if you agree, the two of you can discuss it," Zaci says.
After a few moments of silence "Are you okay?" She asked him with concern in her eyes, and Vincent sighs.

"Just another day of being regent; I thought we would have peace for a little longer, but the an-," Vincent stops; he trusts Zaci with his life, but she didn't have the highest opinion of the ancestors after one of them killed her baby brother. He didn't want to worry her anymore.

"I will always worry, especially when it comes to you," she tells him, pushing her shoulders into him as she leans her head on his shoulders.

"I'll call  Bonnie and ask her to come, but you'll have to deal with it," Zaci says. She kisses him on the cheek and walks away, and he watches her.

I'm going to need to talk to her outside this cemetery soon.

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Bonnie was having lunch with Hayley when she got a call from Zaci. She asked Hayley for an excuse before leaving the table.