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Elijah Mikaelson was seated in the bar talking to the brunette bartender along in search for Sophie Deveraux the witch who's plotting against his brother. Arabella approached him bringing a glass of lemon lime drinks.
"So what brings you to the Big Easy?"
"I used to live here." Elijah answered the brunette politely.
"Really, when?" Arabella questioned.
"Oh, it feels like a hundred years ago." Elijah spoke. That was the truth but but he sounds it more like a metaphor rather than telling her he was a hundred years old vampire.
Arabella nodded her head understanding, "I just moved here myself. What brought you back?" Arabella says.
"Well, my brother's here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have got himself into a bit of a bind." The noble original told her.
"You say that like it's a common occurrence." Arabella stated.
"Well he's complicated. Defiant, ill-mannered, and a little temperamental. See, we don't share the same father. Of course that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply. Never felt like he belongs. All told, he has a long history of getting himself into trouble." Elijah explained.
"And I'm guessing you have a long history of getting him out of it." Arabella points out. Elijah narrowed his eyes and nod his head.
"What kind of bind is your brother in?"
"He believes there are people in this town that are conspiring against him.." Elijah calmly explains.
She widened her eyes in surprise. "Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid." She shakes her head again apologizing herself for the second time today cause of her bluntness. Elijah observed her.
"Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology. Total cliché." Arabella cheekily said. Elijah reads her nametag.
"Listen, Arabella, I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on his current predicament. She works here, Jane-Anne Deveraux. Any idea where I might find her?"
"No. But I know someone who might." Arabella answered. She told Elijah about Sabine and where he could find her. Based on her knowledge Sophie and Sabine are both close friends, according to what she saw when she caught the two talk and hangout in the quarter a few times.
"Thank you Arabella." Elijah thank her, the brunette nods her head smiling watching the original exited the bar.
A street in New Orleans. It's dark, just some bright signs can be seen. A female tour guide talks to some tourists. Elijah spotted Sabine watching her from behind.
"Welcome to New Orleans, and the crown jewel of the Crescent city, the French Quarter. Jazz and jambalaya, romance, poetry, not to mention the things that go bump in the night. Monsters that feed off human blood, vengeful spirits of the dead, and my personal favorite, the witches. Here we have the voodoo shop, Jardin Gris. Go on, browse for a hex."
