The battle between Evelyn and the Knights of The Walpurgis took on a different turn.
New Orleans
A handsome dark skinned vampire with brown eyes, shaven hair and appeared to be physically in his late 20s sat down in his Villa in the French Quarter sipping his scotch after he had finished conducting his daily business. He scoffed lightly at the thought of a young vampire upstart named Sean Burnsen who dared to question his laws of daylight rings. Hadn't he made it absolutely clear that only those who had proved themselves to be truly loyal to him would be granted that honour.
"Perhaps a hundred years in the garden ought to teach him some manners," he .
The Garden is a prison that he uses to punish vampires that break his rules. The prisoners would either be bricked into a wall or buried in cement in the ground and left to desiccate for the duration of their sentences.
Marcel stood up and stretched his hands releasing a huge yawn. He was about to call it a night only to pause mid step when he heard his phone buzzing from his jacket pocket. He pulled it out and pressed the answer button after seeing the caller i.d.
"Thierry?"
"Marcel, we caught a witch performing magic at the dorks…"
"I'm on my way." The fatigue was all but forgotten.
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A crowd of savage vampires was gathered on the streets laughing raucously and clapping their hands whilst they surrounded a female whose hands were bound in chains
"Well well, what do we have here?"
A small pathway was opened for the arrival of the King of New Orleans who walked arrogantly only to stop a few steps back when he reached the witch. She was about 5'7" with red hair and the most captivating green eyes he had ever seen.
Everyone became silent.
"You have been accused of practising witchcraft…." Marcel was cut off and stare blankly at the the girl
"Before you continue to carry out my sentence i would like to inform you first that i'm not from around here.".
"You are British."
"I am, so i wouldn't know about your laws now would i? I tried to explain this to your lieutenant but he refused to here my side of the story." The girl said raising her bound hands to point out at the handsome vampire in the crowd with dark hair and blue eyes and a cap on.
"Be that as if may, you still broke the rules." Marcel said not really caring.
"Punish her! Punish her!" The other vampires began to chant.
"Any last words?" Marcel asked.
The girl in sighed tiredly and looked and gave Marcel a blank look making raise an eyebrow. Usually this was where the other witches begged for mercy and he wouldn't hear them out and kill them to appease his followers.
"I had hoped that this issue could be resolved peacefully…. Tell me Marcel? There is this protective magical aura that's shielding you almost as if you are being protected by a witch. By killing me you will only be proving to your loyal subjects that you are a hypocrite."
Marcel laughed at this. "That would be true except for one thing, i actually allow that person to perform magic and all of my friends know that. Nice try though to try and get them to turn against me."
"What's your name so that i can put it on a tombstone?"
The other vampires laughed at that.
"My name is Evelyn Potter and i guess i could say that i am on the wrong planet."
Before Marcel could give give out the order for the girl to be killed, she broke the chains that bound her and blurred towards Thierry and grabbed him before vanishing with a crack.
Utter silence broadcasted on everyone's faces.
"Find her!" Marcel growled before blurring away his mind fixed on a witch who could help with a locator spell.
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Two people appeared out of nowhere and stood in an abandoned warehouse. Thierry tried to attack her only to drop onto his knees screaming as he felt an intense agony he had never felt before in his entire body. The torture stopped after a minute and found he found himself unable to move.
"What do you want-t f-from me?" Evelyn could taste the fear oozing from the vampire before her no matter how much h tried to conceal it. There was also something else in his eyes. He was stalling.
"Trying to buy some time for Marcel to find you before i send you to the afterlife?" She smirked when the man in question dropped his entire guard down leaving nothing but absolute fright of what was gonna happen next.
She chuckled.
"I am not going to kill you if that's what you are worried about for some information…"
Thierry only blinked when he saw her with an expectant look.
"How do i know that you won't kill me either way?"
"You don't, but what you should know is that i will most definitely kill you painfully if you don't comply to my demands."
Thierry could see that he didn't have a choice. He was trapped by someone he had underestimated deeply.
"I suggest you decide quickly. I can literally feel magic in the air of someone performing a locator spell to find you and if they succeed, i will kill you and kidnap that other handsome friend of yours Diego and make him go through the same process."
"What would you like to know?!" He spat.
"Tsk- tsk, that is no way to speak to a lady especially when i am offering you a sweet deal given the fact that you tried to had me killed….perhaps another dosage of pain will might help with that."
Thierry was about to apologise before he succumbed to pain and emitted a huge scream. He had met powerful witches before and was subjected to mind aneurysms before but this was pain beyond pain.
It stopped again. He opened his eyes and saw that he was now lying on the ground on his back facing towards the ceiling.
"Are you still alive down there?"
The question came as an echo. His mind was still healing and after a few seconds he tried to stand up on his feet trembling with fatigue and fear only for the witches magic to force him back down on his knees.
"Should we try that again?"
"What would you like to know?"
The girl dropped her arm and smiled a little.
"Well….."
…...Meanwhile a few thousand miles away in Mystic Falls at The Grill….
An angry hybrid stared at Elena Gilbert, Katelyn Potter before turning to look at Damon. "Your brother stole from me, i want him found so that i can take back what's mine."
"What do you mean he stole something from you?" Katelyn asked.
"He took my family."
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