His (A Niklaus Mikaelson Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Alice

I sipped my coffee and watched people pass by. New Orleans was such a beautiful place. It was almost tragic that vampires were taking over...almost.

Yes I said vampires. The blood sucking creatures you hear about in movies and scary stories around a camp fire. Those monsters that make you jump when you hear something go bump in the night. I wish I could say that they only exist in stories and your imagination but these creatures are very real.

How do I know all this? I happen to be a witch. My family the Castaga's have been witches for generations. So naturally when I moved to New Orleans the witch community welcomed me with open arms.

The witches have been at war with the vampires for over two hundred years. Vampires started to kill witches, because they used magic to defend themselves against vampire attacks and the witches refused to lay down and take it. So they fought back.

You must be wondering why I, being the species that is hunted, is comfortable with vampires taking over? Because I am a vampire.

I was bitten and turned on my twenty seventh birthday over 200 years ago. While attempting to defend my family from a vampire attack I was bitten and killed. They all died and I got to live for an eternity. Somehow when I was turned my magic remained with me instead of being driven out, the way it normally is when witches are killed, enabling me to use magic as a vampire.

Some think that being a vampire is a blessing being granted immortality and the strength and enhanced some only dream about. It isn't. It drives you to hunt people for food and to watch your loved ones die. Agelessness is a curse. The ultimate curse.

I was forced to flee my home in London, England when I was discovered as being inhuman. I left everything. The place and people I cared about. The familiarity I had come accustomed. I lost it all.

The sound of doors slamming drew my attention to Will the leader of the vampires in New Orleans. He stepped out of his car adjusting his leather jacket before walking to the bar near the quaint little coffee shop I was sitting in. He stopped and looked at me then gestured to me then the bar. Great I have to go meet him later. Oh joy! Note the sarcasm.

That man was a fool. He drank too much and ate too much. He also had an incorrigible infatuation with me. I would never be able to understand why but he did. Probably because he thinks he can use me as a weapon against the witches.

He was such a hypocrite. He would preach saying he wanted a free world then he'd punish his own for nothing more than being late for a raid. Oh and by punish I mean slaughter.

I paid my bill and stood up stretching. I grabbed my bag and walked away from the cafe quickening my pace as I noticed the sun was setting. I needed to get off the streets. Once the sun went down in New Orleans vampires came out to hunt and it was open season on anything with a pulse.

They didn't take kindly to a "half breed" like me walking around on their hunting grounds, so we had this unspoken law: I stay off the streets at night and they left me alone. They hated me because they thought I was un-loyal. Neither witch nor vampire.

I was the most powerful witch in over two thousand years which made them hate and fear me. As a witch I was dangerous but as a vampire? I was nearly unstoppable. Nearly.

The only thing that could take me out would be a very old and exotic herb called vervain. It was toxic to vampires. Just like the way silver burns werewolves, vervain had a similar effect on vampires. Or there's always the old fashioned wooden stake to the heart which could kill pretty much any vampire but I digress.

However regardless of this weakness I was still very powerful. You see unlike most witches turned vampire I could still contact the spirits, not just use my magic. Which means that the spirits the witch community relies on to draw power from assists me when I use magic. Which meant I was the freak in the community. I belonged nowhere. I'm not a pure bred vampire but I'm not a witch either. So I'm shunned by nearly everyone.