You aren't running away from me don't you?

New Orleans, French Quarters

'This is a bit exaggerating I guess.'

The younger girl said, straightening her favourite Azulon Knit Jersey. She glanced around, turning around to glance at the buildings and shops with a smile lingering on her face, 'Look at this place.' She muttered, looking at the newly updated New Orleans. The boy striding beside her smiled, passing the girl her black pea coat before his arms crossed against his chest. 'Well, welcome back to New Orleans. Tell me, how long have you been away from here?' The boy asked, trailing few feet behind her. 'Don't start it, Cato.' The girl mumbled grimly, hugging her body reaching at the corner of the street, 'Don't start.' The boy smirked, standing right next to them as they watched the busy street of Chartres.

'If I can get a dollar for every time I spot a faux palm reader and so called witch.'

She remarked, snickering at the foolish tourists who willing to spend 5 dollars for nothing but a faux fortune telling and palm reading and witchy stuffs. 'Ahh, we should start now.' The boy—Cato fished a dollar out of the pocket of his leather jacket and handed it to her with a smirk. 'Jerk.' She pushed him by his chest, using her impressive speed to snatch that dollar away from his hand, 'I'll take that anyway.'

'How's mum?' She asked, with a hint of her English accent. She watched with fascination as the palm reader across the street 'magically' ran her thumbs against the foreigner's palm in front of her—probably from Russian due to her accent she caught with her hearing. The foreigner blossomed with joy as the palm reader 'predicted' for her good luck for the rest of their week. Cato's voice pulled her back to where they stood. 'Well, mum is fine, still brewing and nagging about how I should watch what I'm eating lately.' He noted, rubbing on his flat tummy. 'Maybe you should,' His sister joked, 'Don't want to lose the charming look of yours.' They enjoyed the momentary silence before she asked the next question he wished she never asked, 'And how's father?' He smiled weakly patting and strode away, leaving her hanging with her question.

'Cato!' She yelled, 'That's impolite, I asked you a question.'

'Goodbye sister.' He yelled back, without even turning his back as he walked to the nearby bar.

She scanned the paper in her hand, wondering what she shall she do with the 1 dollar in her hand. She lifted her head from the money to find her blue gazing to a pair of cold eyes so familiar it reminded her of the actual one she loathed the most. Immediately, she turned around, picking her pace up before he can catch up with her. But she misjudged him; she judged him too fast. 'Thea, Thea, Thea.' She stopped abruptly when her way was blocked by overly famous—'Niklaus.' She greeted, half sneering. Klaus smiled sarcastically, throwing his arms around her forcing her to walk with him. 'You aren't running away from me aren't you? That's so rude since we're pretty much a family.'

A smile lingered on her lips. She flipped her bothering hair back before shoving the hands back into the pocket of her jeans. 'Why should I be running away from my favourite Mikaelson?' Klaus took his hand of her and sneered, 'Since I'm not really your favourite Mikaelson. I know that. You don't need to lie to me, Thea. It's scatter all over your face that Elijah's truly your favourite Mikaelson; in fact he was your favourite enough to let him lingered in your pants.' Klaus chuckled, watching the girl on his right squeamish in embarrassed. Thea punched him on his shoulder in a not-so playfully gesture and crossed her arms, 'Did you mother taught you to not snooping around in other people's business? That's so rude, Nik.' She muttered, hoping that the bright sun is enough to use as a cover for her burning cheeks.

'Well, not if the person is my in-law.'

She stopped her steps immediately, clenching on her jaw tightly. Klaus turned around, pulling his shock face followed by a chuckle, 'I hit a sensitive spot, am I?' He calmly, standing tall in front of her with his hands deep in the pocket of his jacket, 'In fact, I hit you twice, did I?' He waited for her harsh, sarcastic comment; in point of fact he missed her sarcastic comments, it was something that kept him happy and warm around her presence all this years. But, she said nothing. She just stood there, arms crossed and jaws tight. Klaus smiled and placed both of his hands on her shoulders, shaking her out from her little world. 'I apologize, my dear sister. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.'

Throwing his arm back around her shoulder, they continued walking on the sidewalk, 'Niklaus Mikaelson just apologized sincerely because he didn't meant to hurt my feeling?' She finally opened her mouth and tilted her head up; her palm on her chest in shock, daring herself to stare in to his deep blue eyes, 'Having a day off I guess?' Klaus did nothing but laughed his stomach out. 'Finally, good Lord and this is the woman my brother fall deeply head to heel for. Welcome back my Thea Mikael—' With her super speed, she pushed him to the alley, slamming him against the wall with her palm covering his red lips. He fought, turning it around as he pinned her against the wall roughly. 'Watch it, Nik.' She glanced around to make sure nobody's around to take a snoop at their conversation and tattled it to Marcel. 'Nobody knows I am a Mikaelson.' She whispered, 'Nobody.' She emphasised, 'And I like to keep it that way.'

He stared at her deeply, watching as her lips moved silently as she mouthed please. He nodded, releasing her, gently rubbing on the spot behind her head. 'You my dear, are one weird little vampire.' He muttered with his thick accent. 'You are a weird little creature.' He strode away, stopping a couple steps further when he realised that she wasn't following her. 'You coming?' She stood there, staring at him all confused, 'I hit you too hard, did I?' He walked towards her, placing his hand on the back of her head. She shook her head, 'Why are you here, Nik? After 300 years, why did you suddenly come back? I don't get it.' His reddish lips curls into a smile—a menacing one.

'I came here to visit my fellow friend. Would you care spending a little time with your favourite Mikaelson and point me to Maison Bourbon Jazz Club?'

Her expression fell, 'I don't like where this thing is leading me into.'

Later,

Klaus followed the brunette girl in front of her as she leaded him to the jazz club. She recognized the singer voice—it is Marcel himself. 'I forgot that today is the night.' She stopped, holding both of her hands up to block the entrance. 'Klaus, please don't tell me you're going to make a scene.' She mumbled. Klaus pulled her hands down, 'You'll have my word.' He winked and slipped pass her. She followed him without any other choice, finding him standing by the pole, with his hands in his pocket; staring at Marcel who's performing karaoke on the stage passionately. She stood behind him, glaring at the nearby minions of Marcel. He finished his song of The Heavybefore mouthing a thank you and jumping off the stage. The crowd applauded and he joined a few of his companion. They both listened as one of them pat him on the back. 'You killed it, man.' She listened.

Marcel stopped his track before looking over at where they stood. 'Klaus.' Marcel muttered, placing his glass on the table. With please, Klaus smiled, 'Marcel.' He shifted on his feet. 'I see you brought a friend.' Marcel motioned to the motionless Thea behind Klaus, 'Thea. It's a pleasure to see you, again.' Thea said nothing, preferring to stay away from the building tension but managed to return Marcel her smile. 'Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa.' Klaus squinted his eyes and crumbled his forehead, pretending to think, 'Has it been that long?' She watched carefully as Klaus started to approach him. 'The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampire in his wake.'

Klaus snickered, 'And yet how fortunate you managed to survived. My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated to dust.' Convinced at the sound of Klaus' aggressive tone, Marcel's companions stood and ready themselves for a confrontation. Not a couple 2 of them but half of the club. One of them already stood tall in front of Thea, forcing her to take a couple of steps behind when her private space is being violated. A hiss left her lips with the tip of her fangs lengthened. 'There's no need to harm the girl.' Klaus muttered coldly. Marcel motioned his guy to back off and they did, receiving a cold, dagger stare of her. 'Well, if I'd known you we're coming back in town, if I had a heads-up—'

'What, Marcel?' Klaus stood nose to nose, thickening the tension. 'What would you done?'

Marcel's face broke into a wide grin and he laughed. 'I would throw you a damn parade.' Klaus returned the grin and Thea watched as they embraced like a long-lost brother. Marcel drew back, placing his hands on either side of Klaus' neck. 'Niklaus Mikaelson,' He announced loudly to his companions, 'My mentor, my savior, my sire.' He abandoned the blonde vampire and moved to the girl, pulling her into a warm embrace. 'Althaea Walsh. The closest vampire to the Mikaelson.' He drew back, 'This girl goes back to the Originals age, only 100 years slight younger than them. You boys show her some respect and might stay away from her. This girl is already off the market.' He patted her on the shoulder; her grin never left his face, 'How's Elijah?'

'Truthfully, I don't know.' She replied coldly to his question.

'Love makes you cruel, darling. Let's get you both a couple of drink.'

Klaus waited for Thea, reassuring her with his soft glance as he will look after her. He stayed behind her, glancing around with his cold eyes while keeping a close distance with Thea. They joined Marcel in another room at a private table, well-guarded by few of Marcel's companions. 'It's surely good to see you both.' Marcel poured two drinks and one for himself before sitting opposed them. 'Where have you been, Thea? I haven't seen you in a couple of decades.' Thea crossed her legs, leaning against the chair as she took a sip of the strong odour drink she's holding as a respect although she isn't a big fan of drinking. 'Well, I travelled. Got family business to run. Getting a refresh on my studies.' Marcel nodded, impressed with the girl in front of her, toasting a drink to her. 'And it's surely good to see you, my Klaus.'

'It' good to be home. Although please tell me the current state of Bourbon Street is not your doing.' Klaus took a long sip of his drink and both men chuckled. 'Well, something's gotta draw in the out-of-towners, otherwise we'd all go hungry.' Klaus noticed that Thea was fidgeting, feeling uncomfortable at the current state of environment. Klaus peered behind at one of the guys flanking the doorway of the room, smirking and staring at his family. 'I see your friends are daywalkers and unable to keep their eyes at what it seemed to belong to my brother here.'

'Klaus.' She warned and both of the men snickered.

'Yeah, yeah, I shared the secret of your daylight ring with a few buddies. Just the inner circle, though—the family.' Marcel poured them more drinks. 'How did you find a witch willing to make a daylight rings?' Thea asked, half impressed, half curious. 'I got them witches around her wrapped around my finger.' Klaus chuckled and Thea followed him uncomfortably. 'Is that so? I'm looking for a witch by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux. Has some business with me.' Thea watched as Marcel made eye contact with one of his cohort.

'You're looking for Jane-Anne? You probably oughta come with me.' He stood and laughed, 'Ha, show time baby.' He grins, placing his arm on Thea's shoulders, leading her out.

Later that night,

Out on the street of the dark French Quarter, crowd of people begun to form; Thea watched as vampire walked along the rooftop, jumping on the car setting the alarm off. Thea listened to their conversation deciding to stay away from them, her arms around body. She noted the vampire walking along and jumping from rooftop to rooftop, car to car. 'They're hardly subtle, are they?' Thea asked and Marcel chuckled, 'It's the Quarter. Ain't no such thing as subtle, baby.' Marcel whistled with his fingers and the crowd cheered. One of the vampires brought forward Jane-Anne, bound with rope. 'Jane-Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane-Anne! Come on, let's hear it! Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?' He turned abruptly and walked over to Klaus and Thea. 'Was that convincing? I studied law back in the '50s. Hold that thought.' He returned to Jane-Anne. 'Seriously Jane, tick-tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?'

The witch lifted her head in hesitation, 'I didn't do anything.'

The crowd laughed. 'Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man.' Thea felt a rumbling of discomfort inside of her and Klaus glanced at her, 'You'll be alright.' He mouthed, compelling the younger vampire. The crowd, Klaus and Thea continued to observe in utter silence as Jane-Anne bravely scoffed with a disgusted look on her face. 'Rot in hell, you monster.' Thea silently praised the girl for her braveness before scoffed inside herself at the girl's idiotic move. Shocking murmurings rumbled through the crowd but Marcel didn't flinch. He smiled. 'I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance—' Marcel walked away and out of blue he swung the branch he's been holding so fast that it sliced Jane-Anne's throat opened. She immediately begun to gag, gasping for air. Her eyes were fixed at Thea and she watched as the girl died emotionless. Her face softened and she watched as the girl crumbled down to the floor. Disgust grew inside of her as the crowd cheered. Klaus stared at her body, looking quite rather displeased. He walked to Marcel and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around.

'What was that?' He hissed. Marcel threw his arm around his shoulder, 'Hey. Come and walk with me. The witches aren't allowed to do magic here- she broke the rules.' But Klaus insisted, 'I told you I wanted to talk to her.' They stopped and Klaus watched as the crowd moved around them, still cheering. 'Hey, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the show. Those witches, they think that they still have power in this town. I have to show them that they don't. I never waste an opportunity for a show of force, another lesson that I learned from you. And besides, anything that you could've gotten outta her, I can find out for you, and I will. I promise.' Klaus considered him for a few moments. 'Well what it was, doesn't matter anymore does it?' He smiles and Marcel smiled back. 'Good, good. The let's eat, 'cause all that spilled blood makes me hungry.'

Marcel walked off. Klaus hanged back, confronting a man, holding back one of Marcel's men—Theirry, who's walking by with a hand on his chest. 'Hey, Theirry isn't it? Any more Deveraux witches where she came from?'

Thea fought the crowd, moving toward the dead corpse of the witch and stood there where her sympathy started to grow inside of her. 'You become a weak vampire by just being sympathy.' Klaus' voice greeted her from behind but she didn't bother to turn around or sarcastically brushed off his remarks. 'You vampires sometimes disgusted me.' She muttered, crossing her arms. 'Is that the pot calling the kettle black?' Klaus chuckled, 'For a vampire, you surely have a lot of humanity inside of you. Sometimes I think you're not a vampire.'

'Maybe I want you to think it that way.' She replied coldly.

'I'm hungry.' He changed the subject, 'You coming?' She shook her head and walked toward the stairs to one of the home nearby. He watched as she pulled out a crooked cigarette from her pocket and a lighter. He took it as a no, turned on his heels and took off. She put the cigarette in between her pale lips and lighted it up; a puff of smoke escaped her lips. She tucked the cigarette between her fingers and stared at the body, 'Jane-Anne, may you rest in peace.' She put the cigarette back at her lips and took off, walking into the darkness back to her apartment.

The quiet street in the Quarter,

Elijah watched from the distance as crowd of witches started to form by the corner of Royal and . Some stood, some kneel and some crouched sadly around the body of their fallen friend, Jane-Anne. The body lied on the ground, dead cold, with blood on its neck. There were some flowers and candles around the corpse. Someone Elijah recognized as Sophie Deveraux sat near her sister, weeping silently. All of the witches looked depressed. Elijah is truly shocked at the sight, stopping abruptly a hundred metre away from them.

'Please tell me that my brother had nothing to do with this.' He muttered with sorrow in his words. Sabine shook her head, 'No, Jane-Anne died because she got caught doing magic.' Elijah furrowed his eyebrows, 'What do you mean she got caught doing magic?' Elijah watched as Sabine's face crumbled in disgust. 'Maybe you should go and ask someone more useful such as your brother, Niklaus, or even better, your lover, Thea.' Elijah paused and stared at her in disbelieved. 'Thea Walsh? She's here?' Sabine nodded, 'She's here with Marcel and Klaus. In the matter of fact, she was the one who left Sophie a tip about her dead sister.' She knew the look on his face, 'Don't look at me like I'm lying. I don't. I got some witches ready to testify her present here.' They heard a loud whistling and she panicked. 'You wanna know who killed Jane-Anne? You're about to get your first glimpse of Marcel in action.'

It was too much for Elijah to absorb at the moment of time, 'The vampire Marcel?' He asked suspiciously of the witch before him. 'Things changed since your family left town. Marcel has changed.' Vampires were approaching and the noise got louder, 'I'm asking you, stay hidden. If Marcel finds out that a witch lured the Originals back into town, my people will be slaughtered.' Elijah nodded with understanding. He was about to move when he stopped and called for Sabine again.

'And one more thing, where can I find this girl, Thea?'

'Take that turn on your left and just continue to walk 6 blocks away. Apartment in white. Second floor.'

Mouthing a thank you, Elijah vamp speeded to a spot on the nearest balcony, hidden in the shadow. Tempted to stay but Elijah was way more curious on the present of his old flame here. So he took off, leaving the witches to mourn for their lost

Aha, so I'm obsessed with the Mikaelson family (cough cough Elijah cough) for like forever and knowing the existence of a spin-off of their family drove me to the edge. I'm looking for beta and I'm sorry for my mistakes. I try my best to minimize my mistakes but English is my second language so, yeah, you know the drill. Reviews are welcome and let's see where this story goes.