Black Rose • Mikaelson

2. House of the rising son

AS SOON AS MY EYES OPEN, I KNOW something's wrong and my hand flies to the amulet lying around my neck. It isn't there and I know that's what's wrong, I've lost my amulet. Again. I try to piece together last night's events but all I can remember is that Niklaus has a child on the way. And I'm not the one carrying it. I can't remember when I had it last or lost it. Ivonna walks into the room with a cheery smile. I know that smile, it has something to do with Elijah.

She wore it everyday in the 10th century when she starting crushing on him and then again when we came to New Orleans in 1720 and she saw him. Flings are only suppose to be so long and not continue through the years, popping back up every now and again. It reminds me of Niklaus and I, however what we have or had was not a fling. What Elijah and Ivonna have going on exactly, I can't speculate on. Out loud at least — she is my identical twin after all.

"What did you do?" I ask, untangling myself from my silk sheets.

"I ran into Elijah this morning." Ivonna smiles.

"I knew it."

"You knew what? Never mind, I don't care."

I raise my eyebrows at my twin sister before she leaves the room. She says something about going to meet a witch who knows more about what's going on in the Mikaelson family. I stand and walk over to my vanity, taking a seat. Looking in the mirror, I pull my hair from it's hold and start to brush it. It falls down my back in endless waves and glistens in the sunlight coming in through the windows. Standing from my seat, I head over to my closet and into some skinny jeans. I finish my morning routine before grabbing my phone and heading to the bar from last night.

When I get to the bar, it's empty and the same girl from last night is working. Her name tag reads Camille and my breath catches a little before I collect myself.

"Good morning." She greets.

"Camille was my mother's name, really nice name." I point towards her name tag.

"Thank you. Can I get you anything?"

"Oh, no. It's too early to drink. I'm looking for an amulet I lost."

"The one you were wearing last night? I'm sorry I haven't seen it. You had it on when you left last night, if that helps."

I nod, smiling and head back out the door. I retrace my steps from last night, checking the cemetery first. It isn't there. I head to Marcel's and his little pack of goons — or whatever you wanna call them — stare me down with glares. They hate me, and apparently every other original vampire. Marcel comes out, calming their nerves and smiles at me. I send him a semi-annoyed look before breaking out into a smile. Marcel was a really good guy, even if he lied to keep New Orleans for himself. I chuckle a little to myself, finding satisfaction in knowing something no one else does. Marcel holds up my amulet and I take it from his hand, so happy to have found it.

"Thank you." I smile.

"One of my day walkers found it," Marcel chuckles. "Diego."

Diego steps forward and I thank him for finding it. If anyone were to get their hands on this, and knew how to manipulate the power inside, it'd be bad news. There was more magic in my amulet than there was in an entire coven. Marcel waves me off as I head out to look for my sister. I find her at Jane Ann's place, talking to who I suspect to be a witch. My suspicions are correct when I step towards my sister and the lady goes on about the harvest. The harvest is used in every coven that does ancestral magic and is very known to every witch, whether they do ancestral magic or not. My mother once talked about a coven who did it and I even got to witness it with my own eyes. If you ask me, the harvest is just a grieving process and a lot of slaughtering.