New Orleans wasn't like every city that was in Louisiana. No, it was dark, twisted, full of parties and all about having a little fun. That was exactly what I wanted.

Amaria Estrael. Weird name, blame my phsychotic mother. Didn't know the actual last name of my father except that it started with an E. So she made one up. I like my first name, not one you have heard before. You could admit that, but my last name didn't make sense.

I was walking along the French quarter in New Orleans. Night time always grabbed key attention and with vampires,werewolves, and witches walking around; well now you know why. I have a few supernatural friends myself and if I told you that I was part of the supernatural myself, would you believe me?

Don't worry, because I'm not. But I'm not your average human either. No. I have more strength than other, more flexibility, and can probably do other things that most humans cant. I love to pick fights or get involved with one and, let me tell you, I don't ever lose.
I'm what every person who thinks highly trained people are; assassins. I am an assassin. My back story is a long one. Which is exactly why I plan to tell you later.

I walked into Marcel's home and got my hand stamped. Marcel and I were on good terms but every time I come over something exciting happens and I can't help but want to join the fun. Aren't I lovely?
Marcel's party definitely went big this year. Of course, I heard it was because of a new guest. The Original Hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson. Funny, never had the pleasure of meeting the beast but did I sure know a lit about the bastard.

I was in the middle of the room before the feeding began. I watched as vampire after vampire went after their human dinner. Of course, the ones who knew better stayed away from me, but of course a newbie tries and doesn't know what to do.

I was grabbed from behind and the monster tried to bite my neck. I grabbed hold of his neck and flipped him over my shoulder. His back slammed into the ground and I stabbed him in the stomach with a wooden stake.

"Go to Marcel with this in you and let him know what you tried to do. Then tell him that his special guest is here and waiting. Now!" I released the damn vampire and watched as he went to Marcel. Five minutes later, I got what I wanted.

"Amaria! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a visit?" Marcel asked. He enjoyed making an entrance and sometime so did I.

"I heard the Originals were in town. Thought I would introduce myself." I shrugged one of my shoulders.

"Oh, Amaria. Always trying to stir up trouble aren't you?" Marcel smiled.

"You know me, Marcel." I leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "Now show me this big bad hybrid."

Marcel smiles delightfully before turning his back to me. He looked up to the balcony where a tall, dirty-blonde hair guy with a leather jacket was leaning and drinking what looked like to be a glass if scotch. Marcel lifted up his hand and waved him to come down.

"Is that him?" I asked. Marcel didn't answer me.

The dude flitted down to us. " Who is this lovely young lady, Marcel? One of your side shows from the human?"

"Ah Klaus, my sire. No. This is Amaria Estrael. An old friend of mine." Marcel gestures to me. "Amaria, Niklaus Mikaelson. My friend and sire."

I smirked. "Lovely. Pleasure to meet you. If any real pleasure was there of course."

Klaus smiled. "The honor is all mine, love. Little assassino. Your reputation precedes you."

I smirked. "As does yours, ibrido. No one has mentioned my little trip to Italy."

"Well, love, I wouldn't expect anyone to. But, of course, as someone who saw everything, well, it's only reputable that I do." Klaus smirked.

"A player of the game, I see. Your reputation does precede you. Greatly, in fact." I turned to Marcel. "Perhaps you can call me when business is needed. You know where to find me." I turned and walked out of Marcel's and went to find something to kill.

(Klaus)
Amaria Estrael. The assassin that I have heard so much about and seem so many of her enduring activities. She has such flavor about her. I couldn't put my tongue where it wanted to be. She was a fiery spark that has been lit so many times and can never die down. The undefeated in all matches.

I watched as she walked away from Marcel but I couldn't help but be a tiny bit curious in what she meant by business.

"Klaus?"

I turned to Marcel. "Yes, Marcel? You were saying?"

"She zoned you out didn't she? One of her many talents. She does it to everyone, somehow."

"Does she now? And, pray tell, what other talents do you speak of? Could it have something to do with all the business that she was talking about?"

Marcel chuckled. "Caught that huh?"

"You don't seem surprised."

Marcel dodged the question. "Why don't we grab something to drink? Or would you rather someone?"

"Answer the question Marcel."

Marcel sighed. "Amaria does a few favors for me when dealing with the humans here in New Orleans. Sometimes she helps with unwanted company as well. I will call her in or she will just drop by like she is doing now."

"Is she a threat?"

Marcel shook his head. "No. Not unless you gave her a reason to be."
"I will use that as insurance then."

I didn't know what to think about the little assassin. Was she a threat to Hayley? To me? Could she possibly interrupt my plans to take back New Orleans? Or could she possibly be of use?