Prince of Darkness (Supernatural/The Originals crossover)

New Orleans

I wake up, noticing my surroundings. I was no longer at the gas station with Lucifer or with my brothers who were fighting off the angels. I was now in a cemetery.

I get up and wipe off the dirt on me. "Lucifer!" I call out to him. "Where the fuck are you, you son of a bitch?!"

I don't get a response. He's nowhere to be seen, but I still call out to him. Then I head out and look around town, trying to figure out where I am. Wherever this place is, I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore.

"Lucifer!" I holler out his name.

I notice that the citizens of this town are giving me odd looks. I can't blame them either. Here I am, some crazy lady calling out the devil's name. I am calling out to him, but I'm not crazy. Boy if only they knew that I'm dating the devil himself, and right now, I am furious with him. I'm pissed off on the fact that he didn't tell me about why the angels are after me, about taking me away from my brothers who are probably at this point worried sick about me. For dumping me in this town, and for ignoring my calls.

He may be the original prince of darkness and all, but I'm still planning on kicking his ass the next time I see him. I don't care if he's the true king of hell, the most powerful fallen angel known to mankind and all. He does not have the right to throw me in this town and ignore my calls. I'm his damn girlfriend for crying out loud, I need answers.

Without realizing where my feet had taken me, I wound up at a bar called Rousseau's. I decide to step inside and order myself a beer.

I clench my jaw, thinking of Lucifer. I love him, but at the moment I hate him for doing this to me... I feel alone, I feel abandoned and ignored. I miss my brothers and I even miss Baby.

To think that a couple moments ago, I was with my brothers in the impala: Dean singing, Sam's laugh, Lucifer's touch... I miss it all and I've only been here for a few minutes, but I know for a fact that my brothers would come find me, I just know it.

"What a long face, love?" I heard a man with a British accent ask.

I turn over to notice the man standing beside me. He's wearing dark clothes, has blonde hair, and compelling blue eyes. He could pass as a British male model. Though his accent oddly reminds me of Crowley. The demon who calls himself the king of hell.

"I suppose you could say its boy troubles."

"He's  such a fool for upsetting such an attractive woman as yourself."

"I'm not sure if 'fool' is the correct word to describe him." I take a sip of my beer. "More like jerk or shithead."

The man let's out a chuckle. "I'm Klaus Mikealson."

"Lauren Winchester." We shake hands.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Lauren."

"Same here." I drink my beer. "Do you happen to know where I am?"

Klaus gives me a confused expression as if I should know the name of the city.

I may do a lot of traveling since my brothers and I go out hunting across the country and all, but I am not in the slightest bit familiar here. Much less since my crazy boyfriend randomly have dumped me here.

"My boyfriend sort of zapped me with his magical powers here, instead of answering some simple questions I had for him." My truth sounded like if I were joking.  But instead of laughing at my statement like I'd assume he would, he nodded his head as if he believes what I've just said.

"Well, you're in New Orleans love."

New Orleans. That's where Lucifer had dumped me. Without an explanation and without a hesitation, he just threw me in here. Alone. Abandoned. Ignored.