Sinners and Saints

Chapter 1

Giselle

My plane landed in New Orleans without much fanfare. I gathered my belongings at baggage claim and headed for the door. The rest of my belongings were being shipped from home. I stepped into the once familiar New Orleans sun, cherishing the warmth as it tickled my face. I raised my hand to hail a cab. Once pulled over almost immediately. I climbed right in.

"Where to Miss?" he asked happily.

"The French quarter," I said handing him a piece of paper with the address.

"Of course. Right away. Should I take the scenic route?"

"That won't be necessary. I lived here once upon a time."

"You here for business or pleasure?"

"A little bit of both, I figure."

I watched as the beautiful landscape passed through my window. It had been a long time since this place had been my home. I'd missed it, the culture, the excitement, the festivals in the quarter, everything. I just wish I was back for better reasons.

"Here you are."

"Thank you." I handed him his money and slid out of the back of the car.

"Welcome home."

I smiled and turned to look at my house. It had been empty for nearly ten years. I just never had the heart to sell the place. It was the only place that ever felt like home to me, a home that has been owned by my family for a number of generations. It held a special value to my family.

I unlocked the door and headed inside. All of these feelings and memories came rushing back. Soon I found myself in my old bedroom. Old belongings still lined the closet and my trusty old black duvet still adorned the bed. I changed into something a little more comfortable, jeans and a black tank top. I topped it with a leather jacket and headed for the door.

I walked the couple of blocks to Rousseau's. It still looked exactly the same as it always had, which is kind of what I loved about it. It was timeless. With a smile on my face, I walked in. My eyes darted about as I headed towards the bar. I didn't see Cami anywhere, which was strange. The way she went on about it, you'd have thought she lived here. Unfortunately, this only strengthened my suspicions.

"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked.

"Bourbon, top shelf." He nodded and poured the liquid into a cup and slid it over to me.

"Enjoy," he said politely and began to turn his attention to the next customer.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" He turned back to me curiously.

"Sure."

"Where is Camille O'Connell?"

"I'm not sure. Hasn't been in for a few days and I know she wasn't scheduled today. I think she's supposed to be in tomorrow though."

"Damn, I thought for sure she'd be in. She always was quite the workaholic. Thanks anyways."

I looked around the bar people watching as I sipped on my drink. There were plenty of people her into the bar. But the two men in the corner looking around very suspiciously at the rest of the patrons were what got my attention. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying to one another in hushed tones but they kept glancing in my direction. Usually I'd be flattered but I wasn't here to win men's affections. I threw the rest of the bourbon down the hatch and laid money for the drink on the counter.

Klaus

"What's the matter, Niklaus? You look positively entranced."

"You see that woman?" I asked pointing to the platinum blonde at the bar.

"Yes. She is a very stunning woman. Too nice for your brand of trouble. Please don't tell me you are back to your one night stand behavior."

"Don't be ridiculous, I've had other things to worry about. I'm not trying to get into her pants!"

"Then why is she any of your concern?" Elijah asked curiously.

"I don't recognize her..."

"Well New Orleans has quite the tourism appeal. Surely you don't recognize every person who strolls through here, brother."

"No, but it's not just everyday that these strangers inquire about Cami!" I snapped. His eyes widened and then narrowed seriously. Cami had been unreachable for several days now and had us sick with worry. It wasn't like her. We feared the worst.

"Hmm, maybe we need to have a chat with this mysterious blonde..."

"Well we better make it quick she's heading for the door." We both rose to our feet and followed the young woman out of the bar.

"Miss! Excuse me, Miss!" Elijah called out. She turned to face us.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"Well it's funny you should ask... we want to know who you are," I asked not pussyfooting around. I wasn't in the mood.

"What business is it of yours?" she asked with a grin.

"You were asking about Camille O'Connell, she's our business."

"Well Cami is my business too. That's why I'm looking for her. Who the hell are you two knuckleheads?" This woman had a lot of nerve. Elijah chuckled, amused by her candor.

"Well, I'll have you know that we are very influential around here..."

"You must be Niklaus..." she said conclusively.

"You know of me?"

"I do."

"And here I have no knowledge of you! How embarrassing!" I snarked.

"Now, now, brother. Don't be rude," he chastised, before looking back at her. He stretched out his hand, she shook it. "I'm Elijah Mikealson."

"I'm Giselle."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. That's a beautiful name you have."

"Thank you."

"Giselle, if you don't mind me asking, how do you know Cami?" He asked carefully.

"She's my cousin. We are very close."

"What brings you to town?" I asked abruptly.

"Cami. I'm worried about her. She called me a few days ago and she just didn't seem like herself. Something was going on that she wasn't telling me. That conversation just didn't sit quite right with me. I called her the next day to check on her and I got no response."

"So you just flew into town on a hunch?" Something just seemed off about this.

"Yes, of course. I'd do anything for Cami."

"As would we. We'll be sure to let you know when we find her," I said gently touching her shoulder.

"I'll do the same."

"Would you like my phone number to contact you?" Elijah asked.

"No need. I know where to find you. We'll be in touch, gentlemen," she said casually as as began to walk away. We were quiet until she was out of earshot.

"Well, that was interesting, don,t you think?" He asked.

"She's hiding something...how do we even know she's really Cami's cousin? Anybody can say they are related!"

"You are far too paranoid, Niklaus. I don't see any reason why we shouldn't trust her."

"Probably because you were too enamored by the presence of a beautiful woman, you couldn't focus on listening to your instincts."

"Don't be ridiculous. Anybody could plainly see that she was genuinely worried about Cami. I say we trust her until she gives us a reason not to."

"Fine, we'll do it this way. Hopefully, this all leads to us finding Cami safe and sound," I said flatly. I heard my phone beep. I looked at my cell to see the message. It was Marcel. "Marcel wants to meet us at the gym."

"I hope that means he's got an update from the Strix."

"He better have. If he's dragged me all the way down there he better not waste my time."

Elijah

We arrived at the gym fairly quickly. Marcel was leaning against the ring.

"Hello Marcel, I hope you come baring news," I said politely. He nodded.

"I dug around a little, asked around to a few people. Honestly, the Strix and Tristan definitely don't have Cami."

"Damn. You're sure?"

"Yeah, they don't seem to even know she's missing...which is a huge problem. We don't know who we are messing with here."

"Where the hell can she possibly be?" Niklaus spat angrily.

"There is still Lucien and Aurora. One of them could have her," I pointed out.

"Aurora doesn't have her," he replied confidently.

"How do you know," Marcel asked.

"She would have made it a game by now. She loves playing twisted little games. If she had Cami, she'd be dangling her in my face by now, she wouldn't be able to help herself." I had to admit that my brother had a fair point.

"Alright, so that leaves Lucien. Elijah, is Haley still tailing him?"

"Yes, she is. Let's give her a call, shall we?" I dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"Hayley, are you still watching Lucien?"

"I am. He's been doing a whole lot of nothing. Like he's had very little activity."

"That doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't have her."

" I got a look around inside his house while he was napping. No evidence of Cami anywhere. I don't think he's got her, Elijah."

"Well Tristan and Aurora don't seem to either. We are definitely at a loss for ideas here."

"Sorry I couldn't be more help."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up.

"Well, we are back at square one," I declared.

"We might be running out of time here! She's been gone nearly two days! She could be dead for all we know," Niklaus growled.

"Perhaps we need to call in some help."

"What did you have in mind? I don't think we can call on Davina for this. She still isn't happy with us," Marcel said calmly.

"I was thinking Giselle. We just met her earlier today."

"Giselle?"

"Yes, it seems as though Cami's cousin is in town trying to locate her just as we are."

"Don't be ridiculous, Elijah! We are powerful beings and cannot find her, what makes you think that this mere mortal can? We don't even know if she is her real cousin anyways!" My brother argued, as usual.

"Wait a minute, Klaus, Cami does have a cousin named Giselle. She's told me a lot about her. Lives in Savannah, Georgia, I think. They talked pretty often when I'd be over at her place. She might be able to give us a little insight or something," Marcel said gently. He knew Klaus would be cross about the mere mention of the level of intimacy Cami and Marcel shared.

"See, Klaus, mystery solved!" I said trying to keep us all on track.

"There might be a problem with your little plan, Brother," he sniped.

"And what might that be?"

"We have no idea where to find this woman! She declined giving her number to us and taking ours. So we can't call her! We don't know where she's staying either!"

"So, you meet this girl and then she just disappears into the afternoon?" Marcel asked with a chuckle.

"She just told us that she knew where to find us and walked away," I explained with a shrug.

"I think I know what we have to do, guys," he said slowly.

"What, Marcel?"

"We go back to your place and wait. I'm sure she'll be by soon when she comes up empty handed."

"Fair enough...Niklaus?"

"Fine. For the record, I think this idea is ridiculous."

"Noted. Now come on, we don't want to miss her."

So there it is, the first chapter! Thank you all for take the time to read. I hope you'll stick with me and keep reading to see what shenanigans Giselle brings forth to The Originals! This is my first Originals Fanfic so take it easy on me :)