She didn't know why she did it, it wasn't what she expected but then again she didn't know what to expect. She knew what was required for the spell; she basically made the spell from scratch only using references from other clans when it came to binding. In this case she was binding herself and her magic not to an inanimate object but a living being, a being trapped in time. She heard stories about her target. How he was ruthless but all her stories she saw a glimmer of something, something that no one could answer for her. How could they, they never met the man themselves. Except for one but he was the reason she was able to even do the binding spell to begin with.
How slow can people be to give away a potential weakness of a friend? However who would have thought that a simple hobby would be a weakness. Painting. Althea loved the arts and it nearly devastated her when she had to ruin such a fine piece of work. Who knew such a ruthless man could paint so well, with such emotion. Emotion, which was what no one, could say that he had. They mentioned his anger, and quick temper. Never the pain, how could anyone else not see the emotional pain he was feeling? Just looking at this one painting she knew that she couldn't hate him.
It was why she was now trying to get drunk as a human she had never drank before despite being of age, twenty-two and still never been touched, never drank, never went to a party, a ball- anything. She was a bore. It was just her luck that the person she linked her life too lived in New Orleans. She only just moved there and already she has seen the unusual happenings of the French quarter. Currently murder was the in thing. Her first day she was already propositioned for sex, that became a -I'll magic you into it. Needless to say Evan is currently sitting in her apartment waiting for orders. She decided that she will have him turn himself in in a couple of days; her furniture still hasn't been delivered.
The problem was was that if she stops drinking for longer than five minutes she's sober again. Why she knew perfectly well why, the magic of her binding spell wouldn't allow the poison to harm her. If only her healing capabilities worked so fast. She finally became sick of asking for shot after shot that she just took the bottle in her hand- buzzed- walking around the bar. It was then that she felt him. She must have been in town for two days, two days without bumping into him or his siblings and today while she was getting drunk or failing to get drunk he appears out of the wood work and with him was someone she wished to never see again.
There sitting in the back was Klaus Mikaelson and Lucien Castle. If she wasn't buzzed the thought of cloaking her presence would have been forefront on her mind however she wasn't sober and buzzed Althea wanted more alcohol and to get out of there fast. So like anytime when someone wasn't to be silent she smashing into a chair that she swears wasn't there a moment ago. Lucien like a cat on his prey was on her in a second, her hair wrapped into his fist her head bent painfully back.
"Well isn't this a small world, didn't think I would see you here Lucien." It wasn't her greatest moment, but if everything had gone to plan it probably wouldn't be the last in her long life.
"However here you are, in New Orleans at that!" Lucien smiled running his hand down her flushed cheek. "So how would you prefer your death? I'm feeling relatively generous today."
"Come now friend you are scaring the girl, I doubt she has done something so bad as to receive such public humiliation. Now did you love?"
A now fully sober Althea gave a small smile to Klaus, guilt evident in her eyes. "Well death is such a final thing." She was however rudely interrupted by her captor.
"Klaus, she had been caught defacing my property and stealing that nice painting you had gifted me."
"What dear old Lucien is trying to say is I got away." With that she grabbed a hold of her hair making it slip through the intrusive hand as if it was never even there. "Althea Monroe and you my handsome fellow must be the man that created such a beautiful piece of art!"
"Indeed I am." Even though he had a small smile plastered on his face making him seem amused by the whole situation Althea could see that he was evaluating her, judging her. "However it confuses me as to why Lucien hasn't been able to even get a proper hold of you."
Althea just smiled skipping over to Klaus her smile widened as she noticed Klaus had no clue to what was happening. Patting the poor man on the cheek tilted her head before turning back to Lucien who seemed in thought.
"Due to my poor taste in not fixing what I have broken I shall pay you by the morrow however the painting is in disrepair and is no longer recognizable. If that is you want repaid for that as well, however I have a pet at home that needs feeding and I really do not want to go home to find it dead." Looking back to Klaus she gave another smile. "It was nice to meet you love, maybe we can speak another time with less talk of murder perhaps?"
She was only just out the door when a hand was on her arm; she knew exactly who it was. "Klaus, Love, no need to get physical now."
"To start with Love, I feel as if you are mocking me, is that any way to treat a stranger."
"Well then I'm glad you are not anyone else then am I?" She said raising an eyebrow, but he must have seen the confusion in her eyes, she saw his as his eyes would flicker to his hand to her arm.
"You see you won't be going home."
"Tonight?" Althea asked playing dumb. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not that kind of girl."
"Depends on what I find."
"So what are you looking for?" Playing dumb really didn't suite her she probably looked like an idiot in front of the thousand year old specimen before her.
"You have a lot of questions for a girl that could be killed at any moment."
"I trust that you wouldn't kill me. I think you like the mystery." She said still smiling away. "You know I'm not going to run, you can let go."
However before she could say anything else she was already in what she guessed was his home. It was very nice and nothing seemed out of place. On the walls she could see portraits of what she assumed to be his family. They all looked breath-taking; Klaus certainly wasn't the only attractive one in family. It was there that Klaus ordered to sit down.
"Now that I think of it where is Lucien? Shouldn't he be here begging to decapitate me?" She looked bored but the thought that Lucien could be around the corner disturbed her greatly.
"No he is cleaning up the mess he made when he decided to man handle you in public." Althea didn't say anything, she didn't like that she was being forced to do something she didn't want to do.
"So my little thief who are you?" His eyes seemed to flame in command as if he was trying to compel her, but he knew he couldn't she as a witch.
"I told you I'm Althea Monroe."
"That's the thing love; I knew the Monroe's they were a part of the Gemini coven."
"They are yes."
"Then tell me how you are alive little thief." He was annoyed, she saw it but she also knew that he wasn't usually this brash. The way he would talk spoke of a mind that liked to plan every detail even in short notice.
"A year ago that coven-" she said saying the word as if it was poison on her tongue. "-killed my mother, father and brothers trying to get to me."
"And why would they like a little girl?"
"-because I was-am a siphoner, a freak of nature."
"That still doesn't explain why you are alive."
"fine, a year to the day before the day of the death of the coven and a year after the day they killed my family I created a spell to link my magic the magic my family gave me and my life force to something living of course I can't link myself to anything that would be unwise as they could die any moment. I could have linked myself to Lucien only problem was that my spell required something he created, sure I could use his blood to make a vampire and viola creation however the problem with that is if someone somehow killed him I'm mortal again."
"That's why you stole that painting." He said simply, however the glimmer in her eyes said it was anything but simple.
"Exactly."
"You bound us together." The unbridled hatred of the word bound was enough to send most quivering in fear however she sat like a mother was waiting for her child to stop a tantrum and at the same time clueless.
"Yes! Wait, no, I linked myself to you, not you to me; that would be counterproductive." He however didn't believe her and in his mind she was doing this to make him vulnerable.
"Undoubtedly you shall be staying here for the unanticipated future till it can be established what you have said is true." He said glowering at the girl and still she had shown no signs of being frightened. "Your room is third to the right you will stay there till I get back."
"And if I run into anyone while I'm here." He was almost amused by her unanswered fear of a lurking stranger; however the thought she was here to get rid of him was what stopped him.
"Pray that you don't." It was a simple answer yet she knew it was truth, the family was known to ask question last.
"I don't pray."
A/N So, how was it, was it good, did they seem right? If not don't mind as I just bored the other day while I was binge watching season three and studying for my O.W.L's. No I wish. No, I was studying though. If you want to know what Althea looks like I purposely left that out, use your imagination, all you need to know is that she is delicate looking.
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