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Today I decided to help Jane-Anne out. She always had so much to do and had no one to help her, except her sister. A girl with curly brown hair sat at one table. I could feel what she was. A werewolf. Here in the French Quarter. Did nobody tell her, that it wouldn't be so smart for her to stay here?

I saw her talking to Jane-Anne like the other days. Sophie was working on the other side of the restaurant. I listened into their conservation.

"I asked around the Quarter about my family…" the girl said.

"And?" Jane-Anne wanted to know.

"Nothing. Zero. I can't find a single person who remembers them," she answered.

"Because people like you were run out of here years ago," I said.

She looked at me.

"Who are you?" she asked me.

"I'm Armida. What's your name?"

"Hayley. And what do you mean with people like me?"

Before I could answer Jane-Anne walked around the bar and set a map in front of Hayley. I was wondering what she was doing.

"In the bayou, they call the werewolfs 'Roux-Ga-Roux'" she circled a point on the map. "You head there, you'll find what you're looking for. Be careful. It's the last place you'd ever want to go."

I got another look on the map and had an idea of what they were planning. I looked at Jane-Anne after had gone outside and shook my head.

"Jane-Anne, you can't be serious. What do you want with her?"

"She's important for us. She will help us get rid of Marcel, Annie."

What? The wanted to get rid of Marcel? I couldn't like him that much either, but I never wanted to kill him…

"That's a big mistake, Jane-Anne. And don't call me Annie, only my friends do." And with that I stormed of and after Hayley.

"Hayley, wait!" I called after her.

She turned around to me. "What is it?"

"Hayley you can't go there." I tried to warn her.

"Why not?" She wanted to know.

"Jane-Anne is planning something, and they want to use you for that, and I don't think it will be harmless."

"I don't care about that. I just want to find my family. Whatever it takes."

I went through the streets of the French Quarter. I couldn't believe what the Deveraux witches were planning. How did they want to get rid of Marcel? How could Hayley be useful for them? I didn't tell Marcel what they were planning, but I didn't know why.

I looked around the streets and saw a man with blond hair and blue eyes. I knew exactly who he was. Niklaus Mikaelson. He went straight to Agnes' table. What did he want from her? They were talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. After some more talking he stood up from Agnes' table and vamped away. Where did he go? I couldn't see him anywhere.

The, all of a sudden I was pressed against the wall behind me. We were standing face to face and my heart skipped a beat. He had veins under his eyes and I could see his fangs coming out of his mouth.

"Why were you watching me?" he asked me. So he didn't recognize me. It was hard, I knew, but still, somewhere deep in me, I had hoped he still would. I decided to not tell him who I was.

"Maybe I'm just interested in the stranger that came into town," I answered him.

"Maybe you are, but I don't believe you," his face came closer, if that was even possible.

"Well that is your problem, isn't it, Niklaus?" I mumbled a spell and fell to the ground, hurting. I took the time, while he was still lying on the ground and fled.

Klaus' P.O.V

Suddenly the pain in my head stopped. Why didn't I notice that she was a witch? I looked around, but couldn't find her anywhere.
How did she know me? I thought that I would remember such a beautiful girl, because she was. She was kind of familiar to me, but I couldn't place her face. But I guessed after a thousand years you forget the one or the other face.

Armida's P.O.V

I was sitting in the bar where Marcel was singing on the stage. He was such a show-off, but he could sing very well. He stopped after this song and hopped of the stage as Thierry was handing him a drink. Suddenly everything went silent, because Klaus was standing in the middle of the bar. Why did he always have to appear out of nowhere? I wish I could do that, because that was so cool.
Marcel and Klaus began to slowly approach each other.

"The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake," I knew who Marcel was talking about. Mikael.

"And yet how fortunate you manage to survive. My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated into dust", he said. Mikael was dead, that was a good thing to hear.

Klaus spoke very aggressive and alerted Marcel's companions, but I didn't stand up.

"Well, if I'd know you were coming back into town, if I had a heads up…"

Klaus interrupted Marcel. "What Marcel? What would you have done?" Why was he so aggressive? If Marcel wasn't careful now, this could end badly.

The tension became thicker and thicker as the two were standing nose to nose.

"I'd have thrown you a damn parade," with that the tension broke. Marcel and Klaus began to grin and embraced each other. The two of them went to Marcel's 'private' room and I decided two follow them. I came without Klaus noticing me.

"Tell me: how did you find a witch willing to make daylight rings?" Klaus asked Marcel.

Marcel looked at me and smirked.

"I got the withes around here wrapped around my finger," he said smirking.

"Oh, I experienced another thing. A witch about that high," held his hand up," long brown hair and brown eyes. She attacked me a little earlier."

Marcel looked at me and wanted to say something but I shook my head behind Klaus' back to tell Marcel 'no'.

"I don't know, sometimes they have their own ideas…" I exhaled relieved. I was afraid Marcel would tell Klaus who I was.

"However… I'm looking for a witch by the name Jane-Anne Deveraux. Has some business with me," Klaus said.

Oh no, Jane-Anne what did you do? Was it the thing that was going on with Hayley? Marcel glanced at me and I shrugged.

"You're looking for Jane-Anne? You probably ought to come with me", Marcel answered. So he knew what Jane-Anne was doing. I knew what that meant.

Klaus left the room first, followed by Marcel's companions. I rushed forward and grabbed Marcel's arm.

"Annie. What was that back there?" he wanted to know.

"Well he threatened me and I threatened him back," I answered with a smirk. "He didn't recognize me, so I just thought…"

"Why didn't he recognize you?"

"I don't know… But please don't tell him. I want to know when he finds out."

"Okay. It's your choice you know that, but don't go too far… Can you stay here, please? This isn't going to be pretty."

I nodded. I wasn't pleased with that, but I also didn't want to see how a witch is killed

"Thank you, little princess," he kissed my forehead and left.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't like that Marcel killed witches, but they went against him so they deserved it."

After a little walk through New Orleans, I loved doing that, the city was just great, I walked back to the club where everyone was still dancing and drinking. Typical vampires. I went to where Marcel and Klaus were standing and talking.

"You know I owe you everything I got, but I'm afraid I have to draw a line in this one. This is my business. I control the witches in my town. Let's just leave it to that", I heard Marcel say.

"What's going on here?" I asked him. Both of them looked at me.

"Annie? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, look the little witch," Klaus said.

"Not now, Klaus," I said as I turned around to him, "I thought I'd visit you, but I see you're preoccupied."

"Annie, please, go to your room. I'll come to you in a moment."

"Marcel I'm not a kid anymore. You…"

"Please for me little princess," he looked at me with big 'pass in boots' eyes.

"Okay. Love you." And with that I went into my room. I hoped the two wouldn't tear each other apart. I wanted to protect Marcel, but he wouldn't let me, because he still thought that I was still the little girl, although he knew, I was one of the most powerful witch. But he was a big guy, so I thought he could care for himself.

After two hours of waiting Marcel still wasn't there, so I went down to see Thierry lying on the ground with a bite-mark on his neck.

"Oh my god, is that a werewolf bite?" I asked concerned. I was friends with Thierry. He was the only friend I had in Marcel's inner circle.

"Nothing for you to worry about," Marcel said from behind me. I turned around to him.

"Are you kidding me? Not for me to worry? First, Thierry's my friend, second, he's going to die if he doesn't get help, and third, I'm not a little girl, I can help, and I will if you want it or not."

"Annie, come down. I'm sorry, I know that. But you're still my little girl; I'm just worried about you."

"I'm sorry. Go, wherever you're needed," I said with a smile.

I stayed here and cared for Thierry. I stayed with him as he started to fell asleep and as I was sure he slept well I went upstairs to look into my Grimoires if I could find anything that could help him. Ten books and three cups tea later I began to fell asleep over the books.
I noticed how someone picked me up, carried me to my bed and pulled the blanket over me, but I was too sleepy to look who it was.