Heathens ➶ The Originals

four ; hello new orleans

She was known by many names. Some called her a menace while many called her the devil. Tales were passed down through generation to generation as she slowly became a fictional story, a way to scare your children to sleep at night.

The stories spoke of a terrible creature that had the power to do almost anything. She was unstoppable. No one knew what she looked like, nobody ever living long enough to speak of it. Though people caught glances.

There were tales of a red-skinned monster that prowled around in the darkest of corners, or a blue-haired beast that skinned children. Emery much preferred the tale of the blonde-haired queen who became a devil in the night.

Emery wasn't just a devil in the night, though. Her malicious side could pop up at any moment. Long ago, they would deem her crazy or a witch. Now, well, people thought of her as evil, mad, driven insane throughout her never-ending life span.

It was ridiculous, how the people of the modern age would label those they knew nothing about.

Now, don't get her mixed up. Emery didn't hate the modern way of life. For the most part, she embraced it. The simple fact that women are now starting to be viewed as actual people, not lesser than any man made Emery swell with glee.

It was about damn time that women put those cocky, sexist men to shame. Women weren't to be underestimated. Simple as that.

Arriving in New Orleans was a change. Out of all of the various places she had been, New Orleans had never made it on the list. Emery couldn't wait to leave her mark.

Getting out of the cab, she threw a ten-dollar bill inside the vehicle before entering the bar. It was a tiny place that looked even more ancient on the inside. The sign outside had read, 'Rousseau's'.

"I'll take a whiskey!" She called out to the bartender, who looked stressed enough as it is. Why not add extra stress to her job?

Standing tall at 5'9, it wasn't hard to mistake the girl for 21. Besides, it was technically only a couple hundred years off.

"Coming right up," the woman said, clearly agitated with being the only one working the bar at the moment.

Emery sat down on one of the bar stools, tapping her fingers as she analyzed the frantic woman. Her name tag said Camille, which she had to admit was a pretty name.

She gave a tight smile as the woman placed a glass right in front of her.

The bar music had already started pounding its way to her skull, so she quickly took back the glass of whiskey. It immediately soothed her muscles, making her more relaxed with the stressful atmosphere.

Leaving a random bill on the table, she quickly left the bar and headed down the street. If she planned on staying in New Orleans for a while, she obviously was going to need a place to stay.

"Where's the nearest hotel?" She mumbled as she plugged those same words in her phone.

Technology was definitely a benefit in modern day times. Following the directions on her phone, she made the five minute walk to a fancy hotel called 'Hotel Monteleone'. No doubt she had found the most classic, expensive thing on the list.

She walked into the hotel and made her way up to the clerk at the front desk.

"How may I help you today?" The clerk gave her a friendly smile.

The hotel was so proper and classy that she knew she wanted a room. "I'd like a room, please," Emery gave a polite smile back as she scanned the room keys hanging from the back wall.

"Of course." Emery zoned out for most of the clerk's babbling. Rules were not something she dealt well with. The minute she had swiped her credit card, she was out of there.

At this point, Emery just wanted to go to her new room. She had managed to secure the room for about a month, which should be enough time to take down an entire family.

Judging by the number on her key, she assumed that she would be rooming on the third floor. Emery clicked the number three once she got in the elevator and immediately felt the jolt as the doors closed and started going up.

There was only one other person in the elevator, a male in his late forties holding the hand of a woman who looked half his age. Emery rolled her eyes in disgust as they got off at the second floor.

"Thank goodness," Emery mumbled to herself. The couple had started showing off their relationship a bit too much in just a matter of seconds.

Emery sighed as she stepped off of the elevator on to her floor. Elevators were never very comfortable for her, considering the jolt and rising height made her think of planes and planes made her even more anxious than anything.

Strange, really, that this sadistic immortal being had a fear of falling. It definitely wasn't the airplanes. No, Emery Jensen hated falling, whether it be falling out of the sky or falling in love, she was highly against it.

Emery came to room 302 and placed her room key inside the knob. She was actually lucky to get a room so close to the elevator. Most of them would have been sold by now usually.

Having scored an executive suite, Emery wasn't surprised to find the room with a gorgeous sitting room and a separate bedrooms, with a king-sized bed. She immediately flung herself onto the bed right as she noticed a pair of French doors leading out to the balcony.

Emery let out a sigh of content as she opened the doors with a flourish. A fresh breeze came in and spread through the room. She watched from above as the city bustled by as if no one could stop the festivities.

One of the best parts of her room was the vantage point she was at. She could see straight into the square where she knew the Mikaelson family's residence lay. When Emery heard that some of the dreaded original family was back in town, she knew she just had to make introductions.

And maybe kill one or two.

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"I feel bad for people who never go crazy."