Rise From the Ashes-The Originals

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                                                                           House of the Rising Son Part I

David and Hayley: 7

David and Rebekah: 1

Oc and Davina: 1

Love Triangle between Hayley-David-Rebekah: 1

Hi, there, these are the current polls on which romantic interest to do. I might implant another OC for Davina in the story somewhere. I will finish this book before I focus on the other books that I have in mind.

Also, I would like to start another poll on which type of magic should be David's main focus. Here are the nominees:

1. Ancestral Magic

2. Elemental Magic

3. Siphon Magic

4. Expression

Poll will close after posting chapter 5.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS THE CHAPTER THAT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!!

The sun was shining brightly as David entered Rousseau's bar, his head held high in confidence and his hands placed in his pockets. He quickly glanced over his shoulder in paranoia when he felt he was being followed. He shook his head before focusing on the small bar at the end of the street. He ignored the glances of the women and men that were being sent his way. They were probably wondering what he was doing back considering the last time he was here; he cursed the ancestors and killed his mother. His mind wondered back to last night as he remembered the beautiful dark haired woman who was attacked by the vampires. He wondered what a werewolf must be doing all by herself.

He watched as people passed by on the street taking in the tranquil scenery around him. For once in his life, he was grateful that New Orleans was such a big place and not everyone knew who he was, unlike when he was living in the Quarter. Growing up in a coven of witches, he remembered a time when he wished he was unaware of what lays in the dark; he wished to be normal. Instead, he was forced to practice magic every hour by his mom while taking care of his little sister. His family was one of the most notable and strongest witch families in the witch community before the incident but because he was born with siphoned magic, he was excluded and kicked out of witch activities. The last straw came with the incident a few months ago where he almost his sister and killed their mother. As a result, he exiled himself from the coven and quit using ancestral magic.

He slowed down as he neared the familiar door to the bar where he was finally meeting his best friend/sometimes friends with benefit worked and opened the door to see the blonde sitting in the side of the bar with textbooks spread out on the table in front of her.

Camille O'Connell was a young woman in her early to mid-twenties, standing at approximately 5'6", who has an attractive face possessing green-blue eyes, dark lashes and blonde hair. David had met the blonde bartender on the Tulane College Campus café where he had asked her out, but they both agreed to be friends instead, with some benefits of course. They instantly hit it off and became best friends who would meet up with each other every day. .

The bar played country music in the background as a handful of people crowed it for the air conditioning. He approached the blonde who had yet to look up from her textbook and he sunk down the seat across her with a smirk.

"Camille O'Connell." David greeted his best friend whom he hadn't seen in months. He gently touched her arm and Cami jumped faintly in surprise as her head jerked up from her book with her green eyes wide.

"David, is that really you?" Cami exclaimed as she dropped her highlighter on the book and David shook his with an amused smile.

He reached over to pick up the fallen highlighter. "The one and only." He smirked at her. Camille sighed in relief. She hadn't heard from David in months when she heard his mom died from her uncle. Apparently, his uncle told her he told after putting his sister in boarding school. She hadn't gotten a single text or not to say where he went. "Where have you been? You haven't return any of my calls."

"I know. I should have called." David said. He had spent the last few days thinking of a way to apologize for leaving so abruptly. He knew she would not stay mad at him for forever, but he still felt bad. Cami was always full of forgiveness for the things he did, one of the things David was extremely grateful for. "After my mom died and I sent my little sis to boarding school, I had to figure out what to do with my life and who I was without them... I figured it out and I chose to return to New Orleans."

Cami smiled. He had told her about how strict his mother was with him, especially after his deadbeat father left them. "Well, that's great. I've really missed you, you know."

David smirked. "Oh, have you now?"

Cami waved her hand at his face. "Oh, stop with that smirk of yours. I've just missed my best friend."

He placed his hand on top of hers. "Well, you won't have to worry about me leaving for a while, cam," David promised. He felt as he was being watched by someone. His gaze landed on a tall, dark skinned man. That was Marcel. He knew he had to get to him. He wanted to see his sister after so long. As much as he wanted to hang out with Cami more, this was more urgent. "Look, why don't we catch up like old times? Tomorrow after you get off work. My treat."

He did not let her answer as he dashed out of the bar. The wind hit his face as he followed the man. As if he had sensed someone following him, he turned around. "Well, look who it is," he said grinning. "David Claire, finally came back home."