The city of New Orleans was seductive. Similar to a siren, it lured you in with its enticing song and kept you captive within the grasp of the city's shadow until you drowned believing that the sight before you was beautiful, realising too late that it was unnatural.
To outsiders it was simply fascinating with tall skyscrapers, streets brimming with different parades, clubs full of jazz music, voodoo shops and haunted houses on almost every corner of every street. As interesting as the city was, the main attraction always was and will always be the unforgettable French Quarter - the part of the city that never seem to sleep. People - old and young - would walk on the street at night, wandering and searching for something that they don't even know they want. Some would be looking for a night of fun and relaxation or for a quiet stroll through night with their loved one. Some would be hunting down 'witches' to tell them their future or to speak to the dead for one last time, trespassing into old houses searching for ghost. These outsiders who unknowingly desired danger, for the people of New Orleans knew what happens to those who seek it out.
If only these tourists look a little deeper, then maybe they would have left. They should've seen how the people's smiles would tighten and their eyes turn soft with pity when they were asked for directions. They should've heard the anxious whispers that surround them and listened to the sound of windows and doors slamming shut. They should've taken a deep breathe when they entered the city limits and smelled the iron taste that hung in the air. If they had done all these things, would New Orleans blood coated street be less red?
To put it simply, to outsiders New Orleans is a fantasy city and to them stories are only fables.
But the people who lived there knew that this city was actually a full blown horror story. They recognized the fact that legends and myths have reasons to be real. LaLaurie Mansion and St. Louis Cemetery were one of the tamed -but is considered horrifying- few that people knew about. Only the locals knew the truly terrifying stories that haunted the French Quarter. But while the locals knew more than the tourist, even they didn't know the entire truth.
The French Quarter was a beacon for all things supernatural. Too bad that the place didn't come with its own pair of Winchester brothers.
The locals didn't know about the war going on, didn't understand why dead bodies drained of blood or neck snapped are turning up om every dark corner and alley. They didn't know that the reason
The Bayou was the breeding ground for all kind of creatures. From alligators, bobcats, armadillos, foxes and coyote to werewolves, centuars, Fae Folk, satyrs and all sorts of animals you thought only exist in myths and stories. While all sorts of creatures live there only the werewolves ever get spotted. Due to the arrival or witches and vampires the rest decided to hide deeper in the forest. But that's a story for another time.
The werewolves ruled over the Bayou and has resided there even before the actual New Orleans was ever build.
The Layfayette cemetery had a darker history. Nicknamed the Witches Playground no human, mundane, mortal, muggle - or whatever you refer them to- has ever been buried there. With good reason, of course. The dead don't receive any peace there. No, the young witches used the dead to summon and strengthen their own magic. Even those who didn't even know about any supernatural beings.
And in the centre of it all was the Abattoir. Rightfully named the slaughterhouse, people who went in didn't always come back out. The residents of the Abattoir was the reason for all this death, the spark that ignited the fires of war.
The Mikaelson Family.
The eldest was Freya, a beautiful golden haired woman who had the power to rip you to pieces without even looking at you. Born different from her siblings she was taken from her mother by her aunt Dhalia before her little brothers and sister wad born. She was raised to be a powerful witch and later turned immortal to be an endless power source for her aunt. Freya finally got rid of Dhalia with the help of her family before she could ruin them.
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