Allure of Darkness ↠ Klaus Mikaelson [3]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Excuse me? Which level of hell is this?"

I looked over at Hayley, both of us sitting down at a bar, in New Orleans. You see, about two week ago, after Nik--excuse me, Klaus, promised he wouldn't leave me, he did. He literally left in the middle of the night after we fondued, which angers me more than I have ever been angered. The day of, though, I had ran into Hayley who was still trying to find anything on her family, so I decided to join her because the one person who I trusted more than anything wouldn't hurt me, did.

The bartender, Jane-Anne, came over to us, smiling. "Third time in here this week, girls."

Hayley smiled, glancing over at me. "I'm obsessed with The Gumbo, Jane-Anne

She poured a drink. "The old ladies in the ninth ward say my sister Sophie bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish."

"We asked around the quarter about my family," Hayley spoke up, leaning on the counter, a frown on her plump lips.

"And?"

"Nothing," I stated, my eyes roaming the bar, something in me stirring as I looked at the almost empty bar. "Zero. Can't find a single person who remembers them." I placed a comforting hand on Hayley's shoulder, kinds knowing how she felt. I mean, after I learned that I am actually a triplet, hurt me because my mother or father never said anything, nothing, and to see my sister, a girl who looked exactly like me, possessed and literally fall apart, it was like somebody ripped my heart out. To not know who you even are or who you're related to, it's got to be harsh.

Jane-Anne leaned closer to us, looking serious. "Because, Hayley, people like you were run out of here years ago."

Hayley and I both furrowed our eyebrows. "What do you mean, people like me?"

Jane-Anne walked around the counter and approached us. I protectively stood in front of Hayley. She has been the only other person than my brother and Scott that has never lied to me or hurt me like everyone in Mystic Falls. "In the Bayou, they call the werewolves Roux-Ga-Roux." She circled a spot on the map that we had laid out on the table. "You head out there; you'll find what you're looking for. Be careful. It's the last place you'd ever want to go."

ITS night time by the time we arrived at the bayou. I looked over at Hayley as I sat in the passenger seat, both our brown eyes full of curiosity and suspicion. We have been looking around New Orleans for about a week and a half, questioning basically anyone who might know who Hayley's parents were.

As the map suddenly caught fire, I let out a growl and threw it out the window, out into the cold night. I looked to Hayley and we both nodded. We needed to get out of here, and fast. Hayley put the car in reverse and we started to back away when the hood started to smoke.