𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

1. New Orleans

The first thing Maeve did was eye the worn out looking building carefully. Her eyes were set precariously on the creepers that covered a particular crest built into a stone pillar, made out of silver──at least that is what she could makeout.

It had been two days since she left Mystic Falls. Twenty-four hours since she moved to New Orleans. Twelve hours since she officially settled into a massive piece of infrastructure called The Abbatoir. Maeve liked the quaint Victorian design of the building.

She settled in the far end room on the first floor immersed in her own world for the better part of her first day while living the life drowned in half a bottle of bourbon at night.

The music, the art, the hippy lifestyle was an appeal Maeve hated for not having been a part of before. If only that lasted for more than a night.

Maeve stepped outside of the bar Rousseau's heaving deep breaths that night. Diego followed behind her puzzled by her sudden change of mood.

"Hey hey hey. Dora?" asked Diego placing a hand on her back and gently rubbing up and down.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine...it's just...the waitress."

"The one that ran off the second she saw Marcel?" Diego reconfirmed. Maeve shook her head dismissing him,

"She didn't run seeing Marcel──at least not completely. She's the──" Maeve took in a few breaths before she continued on, "she is the one witch that got away that day."

That was all that she needed to say for Diego to understand completely what Maeve meant. He straightened his back and gestured at the man who stood by the door to call for Marcel.

Diego whispered into Marcel's ear the situation. Marcel looked into Maeve's saddened eyes before he took two long steps closing the distance between them.

"Well then, it's a good thing I plan to punish her anyway."

That night was the first time Maeve saw Niklaus Mikaelson, since the day she left Mystic Falls the first time around. She saw the shocked gaze, the startled appearance and could only draw blanks.

If only Maeve would have kept it to that. She kept thinking deeply about everything. The appearance of Klaus into the city──far away from what she knew was Klaus's plan, his look of shock and curiosity in seeing Marcel the way he had been...always, according to Maeve.

She strolled around the city for a good time before she found herself──once again, being a witness to another squabble. Maeve stood in the far corner watching the two fight.

"I will not let go. I will never let go." she heard him say. If only she could believe those words.

"You are a mad man." the other one reiterated arrogantly before adding in a raised voice, "are you going to just keep staring like a thief or plan to show your face anytime soon?"

Maeve sighed to herself and stepped into view for the two Mikaelson brothers to see her. "Hello originals. Playing the opposite of nice as always I see." she took a jib at the two of them.

"What are you doing here in the city?" asked Klaus.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Personal matter."

"Personal matter."

"It can't be."

"Why not? Just like you, I have a personal life too."

"I can assure you my situation is nothing like yours."

"And that is..."

Klaus smiled wickedly, "tell me yours first."