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Words- flashbacks

Words- time and place

"Words" speech

'Words' thoughts

New Orleans Louisiana, 1882

It was a bright sunny day down in the French Quarters.' Peaceful, and wonderful' thought Tatianna. She turned her face to the sun and took in the warmth, breathing in the fresh air and magic that was around her. Arms came around her waist. She smiled at the man standing at her back. It's been a while that she felt this secure and safe.

"What's got you in a good mood today?" her husband's British voice rumbles in her ear. She shakes her and turned around to face him, putting her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers through his reddish blond hair.

"Nothing, amica mea (my love). I was just admiring on what a wonderful day it was." She explains to him.

"Well when it's enhances your beauty even more than I thought possible, than I would have to agree with that statement." He smirked his wicked smile. Her breath caught at that look. The one that's says that he has a thought that so evil that it brings Tatianna's knees week with anticipation. She grabbed a fist full of hair that was in her hand; bringing his head down to her and claims his lips with hers. He came down willing, soon he took controlled of the kissing, as it's was in his nature.

He forces his tongue down her throat causing her to moan in pleasure. While she was in captured with his tongue skills, she failed to notice his hands moving slowly down her body. She lets out a squeak when her husband lifted her up. Not one to miss an opportunity she wraps her legs around his waist. He gave a grunt in approval.

"Honestly! It's in the middle day for Christ Sakes" a voice cut through the quart yard of their home. "Really Niklaus, what would the people of the French Quarters say." The couple broke apart when the voice was heard. Tatianna straighten her dress. She looks at her brother –in-law.

"Hello, Elijah." She said trying to catch her breath.

"Good morning, Tatianna." He nods his head in a hello gesture, than turn his gaze to his younger brother.

"We need to talk." He told him in a serious voice

"Well brother, whatever it is make it go away. I'm in something right now, or trying to be in something." Niklaus replied in a mocking voice. Tatianna slaps Niklaus chest with that comment. He laughs and puts his arm around his wife. It never ceases to amaze her, how the two brothers contrasted each other. Elijah was tall, dark hair gentlemen: Clothes press and in pristine condition. His black hair brushed back and tied in a neat black tie that matched his outfit. Not a thing out of place. While in Niklaus' case; it was the opposite. His clothes were wrinkled and untucked. And his reddish hair was down and wild, the hair tie that he once had was on the floor. But as much as they are different, they are also the same. They both have this 'aura' about them. It's a power that draws people to them; making you feel as though you are safe in their presence. But do not be fooled, for once you let your guard down: it's when they pounce. Like a spider that waits for its prey.

But that doesn't surprise her. They were vampire after all. Yep, you read the words right. Vampires: as in blood sucking, sun burning, immortal creatures of the night. And not just any vampires either. The two brothers were one of the Originals. They were first vampires to be created. And it was all thanks to their mother, who use her dark magic to create her family into the blood sucking being that they were today. And The Mikaelson was defiantly known for their blood thirsty ways. That and for being the most powerful creatures in the supernatural world. There was nothing that was more powerful than them; well there was only one that can surpass them. Not that ever scared Tatianna.

"It's the Regent of the New Orleans Nine Coven." Elijah informs them. Tatianna tensed at that. Not that she was scared of the Regent. That was far from it. But if the Regent found out what she was, well her life wouldn't be simple anymore. Well as simple as it can get married to an Original that is.

"And why should I care for a witch, brother?" Klaus's arm tighten in comforts, knowing the cause of his wife's' distress posture meant.

"Because brother, if we do not fine peace with the witches in the French Quarter; it will cause conflicts. Conflicts that will in turn cause Him to show up." He responded rationally.

Him being their father: Mikael Mikaelson. For as long as they have been vampires, their father has been hunting them down trying to kill them. They were abomination that shouldn't exist in his eyes. And he had taken in his hand to kill them all. He was the vampire that kills vampires.

Niklaus rolled his eyes and takes his arms away from Tatianna' framed body. "Very well," he looked to his wife "I'll be only a moment."

She smiles up at him. "That's ok. I'm going to check on Marcellus" He nodded and head out to the entertainment room to speak with the Regent.

Tatianna walk to the other side of their establishment looking for her son. She found him near the front, practicing his fencing with Niklaus' sister Rebekah. The fencing was beautiful. The two vampires move fast and elegantly. The grace that they show was like a dance between two people in a heated lovers quell. And it was obvious that they had feelings for each other. Tatianna was just glad that they weren't related by blood. Even though it was to married relatives it would be awkward.

But atlas their love was not to be. Firstly while it might be acceptable with Elijah and Tatianna, it would not be acceptable with Niklaus. He can't stand anyone who tries to hook up with his sister. Even though, she was an Original herself, she was also the only in their family. So of course Niklaus was going to be protected of her. And he stills thinks of Marcellus as the little boy that he saves from the whipping master all those years ago. Even though it's been over 70 years since that happened. But it still made him want to wrap his son in blankets and lock him away for good, where nobody can fine him again.

Also society would not accept them as a couple. Rebekah was a beautiful woman, with her long flowing blond hair and pale completion and figure woman would kill to have. It doesn't surprise Tatianna why people would seek her out as persons to spend the rest of her life with you. She also has that 'aura' that to lure people in, just like her brothers. That also means that she was just as dangerous. And while Marcellus was also known to get some looks from people passing by, it wasn't for marriage. No, the nobility wouldn't even considered marriage with her son. Hell when she had him in her past life as a slave for the governor, she wasn't looked at for marriage either. No, he would only be looked at like property and a thing to be use and thrown away.

That was why she was so happy the way that thing turn out for her son. When she had him 82 years ago, she was afraid. As a slave the conception of Marcellus' birth was not consensual on Tatianna's part. And she wasn't sure that he would even make it past a certain age, so she didn't name him for fear of losing him to the harsh environment that he was born into. But instead of him succumbing to death, it was Tatianna was succumbed. Her last thoughts in that life was that thought she never named her beautiful boy.

'Huh, wow. Just thinking about what's what in this family takes forever in remembering.' Tatianna thought putting her hand to her chin in concentration. 'I wonder if we can make a book out of this.'

"Mati, Mati. (Mother, mother)" Marcellus voice cut through her thoughts. She looked up and saw that both Rebekah and Marcellus were done with their practice. "Where did you just go?" he ask concern voice.

Tatianna shakes her head at her son, just like she did with his father before. "Sorry, I just realize that if we take all of our problems and write it down. It would be a popular book." Rebekah snorted.

"Why would anyone fined our lives so interesting?" Rebekah asks her sister-in-law. She had a towel in her hand, drying of the sweat from the fencing practice. "I wouldn't read it unless you are interested in blood and betrayal?"

"Nonsense!" Tatianna exclaims "it would be about love and family, with little mix of supernatural thrown into there. Yes I will admit that Betrayal and gore will be in there. But that would just make the book more interesting."

"Oh yeah? And just who would read it Mati?" Marcellus asked in amused voice. His mother always gets these funny thoughts in her head every now and then.

"Well preteen and teenagers, of course." Tatianna gave a 'duh' look to them. "The Female population would love the forbidden romance and the heartfelt family comradery."

"And pray tell us, what about the males?" Elijah's voice came out of from the door way of the mansion. The three family members turn to face both Elijah and Niklaus standing at the entrance, with an amuse expression on their faces.

"Well that is where the blood and betrayal comes in."

"What is this Forbidden Romance that I hear?" Niklaus asked. He walked to his wife and drags her body close to him. He was so enraptured by her that he failed to notice the way Marcellus and Rebekah tensed up.

"Well the audience will love how the fragile human female lead and the ferocious, dangerous, but kind; find love and fight to stay alive." She explains. Making it out to be about them instead of their son' and sisters' love life. With that explain nation both vampires relaxed.

"But really, vampires?" Elijah asked. Tatianna looks at him and raise an eyebrow.

"Would you like for me to make them pixies instead? We can make them sparkle in the sun instead of burning alive." Tatianna stated. The group laughs at her comment.

"Where on earth gave you that idea?" Rebekah asks still laughing.

Tatianna gave a confuse look. "I haven't the faintest idea."

But that was not surprising. Tatianna always had visions of the future. Sometime it would be full on vision, where she would get a glimpse of what is to come. And other time it would be things like saying something that would have no meaning what so ever but will have an impact on the world later. Actually it can attack all type of her 6 sense: sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch and spirit.

"NIKLAUS!" a voice came though the court yard. Tatianna turned around and-

BRRRIIINGGG, BBBBRRRINGGGGG

The alarm brought Jamie out of his dream. Well it brought him out of his memories. He rolled over in his bed and gently slams the alarm clock off. Then it was silence in the apartment. The only thing that Jamie could hear was the birds chirping and the New York traffic, which was jam considering it was a Saturday morning. Facing the ceiling, he couldn't help but to take a moment and reflect what happen on that day in New Orleans.

"Okay" he whispers in the silence, as if not wanting to disturb it. Jamie got up from the bed and padded towards the bathroom, and started to get ready for the day. After the morning ritual on the toilet, he went to the sink to wash his hands. While doing that he look at the mirror and study his reflection.

So many things have change since he was Tatianna. For one he was a man in this life cycle. Not that he was complaining. He also didn't have the pressure of being with the people he loved as Tatianna had. And even though he loves being Tatianna, he always tries to make something of himself in each life. Taking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out he continue to look at himself in his reflection.

"Today is going to be a good day." He stated. And continue to get ready for the day.

New York City, NY 2018

Today was going to be a good day. The new report stated that everything was quite in New York, well as quite as it can get for the big apple. The forecast claims that the weather was going to be sunny with a light breeze coming down the north, and little chance of rain. Jamie had no work today, and was going to meet up with his father to go fishing at the pier.

He gathers his fishing supplies, going down the list of the things he needs to bring. Bate, line, pole, and fishing license in his coat pocket. (And whatever fishing shite that you need I don't fish.) He looks around and notices that the place was a mess.

'Maybe I should clean up a bit.' He thought to himself. He looks at the clock and saw that he was running late to meet his dad. "SHITE!" he exclaims in shock. Looking around again at the mess, 'well there goes that thought out the window.' He waves his hands around in a circular motion as he was leaving out the door. In an instance the items that were out of place fix itself into place. By the time that Jamie locked the door and heads towards the exit; everything clean and perfect.

As Jamie drove off towards the pier he couldn't help but to think once again what a great day this was starting to be…and yet. Why did Jamie have this feeling in the pit of his stomach that something big was about to happen.

Okay thanks for reading this story. I know that it was out there. r and r. but please don't be too harsh. I'm no English major.