Summary: When the Jameson siblings hear about a prophecy and a war between the bloodlines, they finally make their way to New Orleans to reunite with the Mikaelson's and help keep their friends safe while they try to figure out who is plotting against them. KlausxOC, MarcelxOC
Disclaimer: I do not own The Originals or any of it's characters, and the title is a lyric from the song Colors, by Halsey.
A/N: Sequel to 'All my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace.' The Jamesons are my OC family introduced in the first fic. This takes place near the beginning of Season 3 of The Originals. The storyline will probably not follow along with the show. I tried to keep everyone as IC as possible, but I'm sure I slipped up a few times.
I.
It had been over two years now, since the Jamesons had left Mystic Falls. And over a year since they'd left Canouan to return to Ireland. After spending a few months in Ireland, they visited their favorite places throughout Europe and Western Asia. This time able to see things in a much different, and brighter light, having received daylight rings from Elijah. While nothing could beat Paris at midnight, they'd discovered sunsets over the fjords in Norway and sunrises in Istanbul.
Caitlin, the oldest of the Jameson siblings, had kept in touch with both Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson in the few years following their short time together in Virginia. Elijah via text, of course, but Niklaus via handwritten letters. It was silly, really, when you thought about it. But something about being able to sit down and write in detail about all the things that had happened to them both was far more satisfying than trying to convey their news and feelings in 170 character text messages. They didn't write very often, maybe only once every 6 months or so, but Caitlin always found herself immensely looking forward to receiving a new letter.
Currently they were in Venice, having made their way up through Italy, and were planning on heading to Vienna, and then Prague within the next few weeks. Caitlin was sitting in Caffè Florian, the oldest cafe in the world, with a map in front of her and a red marker in her hand, trying to plan out where they were heading next when her brother Quinn rushed in, their three sisters, Branna, Siobhan and Cassidy, hot on his heels.
"Cate, we just heard, something's going on in New Orleans," he rushed out as they each slid into a seat at her table, their voices hushed.
"What kind of something?" she questioned, immediately worried at the expressions on their faces.
"We were in a shop," Branna began, making sure Cate understood what sort of shop she was talking about before she continued, "and the witches there were talking about a prophecy. When we asked them what was going on, they could tell what we were, and said there's something crazy going on with the Originals. Some sort of war between the bloodlines, and a prophecy about the Originals being taken down by the end of the year."
"A war between the bloodlines?" Caitlin repeated softly. While they'd been in Mystic Falls, they'd discovered that when an Original vampire was killed, any vampires that they turned, or were turned by someone they turned, straight down the line would all die as well. Take out an Original and you wiped out their entire bloodline. Which meant if anything happened to Elijah, she and her family would quickly follow him to the grave.
"What sort of people have they turned that this is a problem we're having right now?" Siobhan wondered, muttering under her breath. The Jamesons were quite anti-social, rarely getting involved with vampire drama or politics, with the occasional exception being the Mikaelsons.
"Looks like Prague will have to wait, yeah?" Cassidy commented with a smirk, grabbing the map on the table, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it in the trash on her way out. The rest of the family got up and followed her out of the cafe. Caitlin hesitated only a moment before joining them outside. She was incredibly torn about the whole thing. While she was certainly looking forward to the idea of seeing Niklaus and Elijah again, she couldn't help but be worried about her family ending up in the middle of another Mikaelson conflict. But this was different, she supposed. If anything happened to Elijah, her family would die. So really, they had no choice but to try to help and protect him.
"New Orleans, then?" Cassidy questioned, watching her siblings, waiting for an answer. They all nodded quickly, and after making certain no one was around to see it, they sped off immediately. There was no time to waste.