Bonnie was thinking about her grams, who she missed dearly.
You're gonna be a great mother. I'm glad you left those crazy ass friends of yours.
Grams I gave a gave only for Elena to still the guy who says he loved me, then she had the nerve to get in my face about it and bring up the Mikaelson's.
She deserved mother than a bitch slap but my sweet grand baby I can't stay long be careful. The hybrid truly cares though he barely shows it yet.
Grams wait wa- she tried and tried but her Grams disappeared. Soon enough the young witch fell asleep.
On the other side of town.
A bar called "Rousseau's" "Narcissistic and paranoid."
Camille: So what brings you to the Big Easy?
Elijah: I used to live here.
Camille: Really, when?
Elijah: Oh, it feels like a hundred years ago.
Camille: I just moved here myself. What brought you back?
Elijah: Well, my brother's here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have got himself into a bit of a bind.
Camille: You say that like it's a common occurrence.
Elijah: Well ... he's complicated. Defiant, ill-mannered, and a little temperamental. See, we don't share the same father. Of course that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply. Never felt like he belongs. All told, he has a long history of getting himself into trouble.
Camille: And I'm guessing you have a long history of getting him out of it.
Elijah nods, smiling at the kind bartender.
Camille: What kind of bind is your brother in?
Elijah: He believes there are people in this town who are conspiring against him.
Camille: Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid. (She shakes her head. Elijah observes her interest.) Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology. Total cliché.
Elijah reads her nameplate.
Elijah: Listen, Camille, I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on his current predicament. She works here, Jane-Anne Deveraux. Any idea where I might find her?
No. But I know someone who might.
A busy street in the French Quarter
"A little late."
A street in New Orleans. It's dark, just some bright signs can be seen. A female tour guide talks to some tourists. Showing them sights nervously
Welcome to New Orleans, and the crown jewel of the Crescent city, the French Quarter. Jazz and jambalaya, romance, poetry, not to mention the things that go bump in the night. Monsters that feed off human blood, vengeful spirits of the dead, and my personal favorite, the witches. Here we have the voodoo shop, Jardin Gris. Go on, browse for a hex Sabine says.
(The tourists enter the shop while the tour guide stays outside, taking a few steps towards a person who is standing near the shop.)
Sabine: Are you going to continue following me, Elijah, or do you wanna talk?
Elijah: You know who I am.
Sabine: Original vampire, always wears a suit. (Elijah smiles.) You and your family are famous amongst the witches, especially with your... brother back in town.
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Fanfictionwhat if everything we knew about bonnie was a cover up she's a teenage which who happens to be a untriggered werewolf. Her real name is Katrina Labonair, what happens when she finds out her father isn't her real father??? what happens when she meets...
