Hey, I'm so sorry for being AWOL for almost four years. I've lost touch with my previous works and I felt so bad about it and started fresh by deleting it and starting with this. This is part of my one hundred day writing challenge so I hope I'd find myself again with this. And I've been wanting to write a TVD/The Originals fanfic for so long and now that I got my groove back...here goes. Who wouldn't want the psychotic Mikaelson brother, right?
And if you're wondering who I see as the OC here, it's Lily Collins. Oh and I don't own anything but my OC. If I owned it, I would've resurrected Kol long ago and got Elena killed. Meh, sorry not sorry. Welcome to NOLA, amigas.
Chapter 1: Long Time, Darling
A figure walked up to the driveway of the Abattoir as she heard voices talking, this will be fun, she thought. She smirked and removed her shades from her eyes and hooked them on the v-neck of her shirt and fixed herself on the rear view mirror and walked out of her car when a man she knew too well walked up to hug her.
Home sweet home, hello NOLA.
"Not bad, Pontiac Firebird for a feisty woman," the man called out. She shrugged and walked more towards the entrance of the home and patted his back, "good to know I still have a good taste, Marcel."
"Anytime. Now come on, it's show time!" He called before zipping into the house. She followed suit before making her grand entrance. The voices were clearer than before and now they were having…a meeting.
A family meeting. Without her.
"Well, well, well what do I owe the pleasure of walking into you lot having a family gathering without me?" She said as she threw a vase to the nearest window. Bull's eye.
"Hey! That was an antique!" Niklaus growled. But the woman just smiled in victory.
Heads turned to see the woman in black. Black leather jacket, grey v-neck, black tights, and black leather boots.
"Um, what the hell. Who are you?" A brown haired girl who looked about sixteen said, a witch, she thought.
She smirked, looking at the siblings present, especially at a certain Original, "long time, darling."
"What a pleasant surprise for you to join is, come," the eldest Original said before hugging her and going back to his seat.
"Okay, who are you? I don't really like it when people just come in and interrupt meetings." The girl said.
The girl studied the woman, she looks really good, she had to admit. Bronze hair, lean figure, hazel eyes. And her aura screamed: badass, all over.
"Hush now, sweetheart. I wouldn't be feisty when dealing with me." She smirked; Kol smirked at the statement before looking at the woman.
He enjoyed this too much to stop her.
The witch lifted her hand and tried to give her pain before she lifted her hand too and threw her across the room with a flick of her fingers. "Really now?"
"Who are you?" The witch flinched. She shrugged in reply before returning the same question at her. The family of Originals and Marcel just watched in amusement at the bronze haired woman.
"Davina," she quietly said, still in pain. The woman mocked her with a scoff, "what was that darling? What made you so quiet now, love?"
The teen just flinched as the woman released her hold of her and dropped her to the ground from being suspended in the air. "Hope that implied something, love. Don't mess with me."
The blue-eyed hybrid in the room just smiled at her and she returned it with a shrug. Davina came back to her seat and placed her hand on Kol's arm, cozily.
"You know, darling, I'd appreciate it if you remove your hand from his arm." She gritted and threw a look at Kol who just smirked in return but the glint in his eyes approved of her actions.
"Enough," Elijah's voice rang. He looked at the woman and gave her a stern look but she didn't seem fazed by it until he signaled her to stop. "Sorry," she muttered. But the look in her eyes said another thing.
"I was beginning to like you," she sarcastically said before levitating a dirty towel to her the witch's face.
"What the hell?" Davina said.
"Oh sorry, was I supposed to be polite to you?" She still had the same sarcastic tone in her voice.
"You know I'm also a witch right? I'd be careful if I were you," Davina said. She smiled at the young witch and said, "you know I don't care right?" The Claire witch just scoffed as the victory grin took over her opponent's face.
"Queen Bitch, at your service," she bowed. "Dear, your manners are without equal as Niklaus' and the Mikaelson tongue have done you good but I'd prefer if you cut the drama so we can carry on. For the last time, be polite." Elijah scolded.
Klaus and the woman just looked at each other and grinned. "Why not start again and introduce yourself with grace that you should have," the hybrid smirked. The woman just threw him a look that said I'm going after you later.
Fine. She turned to the young witch and menacingly smiled, "Claudia Lockwood…Mikaelson."
Davina's shocked face made Claudia smile in victory as she sat beside Klaus and put her legs on his legs. "Original badass," she added which earned a cough from a certain hybrid and the youngest Mikaelson brother.
Yeah I totally had another revealing line before the chapter ended but I decided against it. It would be better if it's in the other chapters, it's too early for bombs. I hoped you liked it though, I'll be back soon as I'm through the first three chapters already. Review all you want! And I can't wait for new episodes of both shows, although the Originals really made TVD better when they were there but who am I to say what'll happen in that show. I really don't know if I hate Davina that much but she's beginning to agitate me woops. Bye!