Here I am with a new AU story about Klaus, Hayley and other The Originals characters. We will explore together a pitiful world of darkness, the world of the Mafia. A world in which love and compassion is not supposed to mean anything in comparison to money and power.

This is the story of a very sophisticated and big family in the Mafia with the intention to take back what belongs to them in the first place. As the story progresses, things are going to get more complicated when passion and fire involve with other families. The story will involve the Mikaelson family, the Gerard family, the Claire family, the Marshall family, the O'Connell family and the Deveraux family as of now. Five Mafia families, with completely different goals. Some are implicated in the secret Alliance, some are not, therefore becoming the enemies. What happens when someone disturbs the peace and when the biggest and most powerful family wants to take back what is theirs, following through kills, blood, darkness, drugs, passion, love and fire.

PLOT: Mikael Mikaelson leads his sons into a murder spree late into the night. 500.000 $ are to be found, as interrogations with Casper Roland, an involved person in the corrupted Mafia world, drop dead. A small manifestation at this man's house, leads to security complications. At one of the most famous parties in Rousseau's, after being isolated from her Mafia involved parents all her life, Hayley Marshall steps into the dark world with her boyfriend, Jackson, and is thrown off guard by the charming Niklaus Mikaelson.

Rough night in the city of New Orleans, a night like no other. The city was known for a lot of things, having been corrupted a very long time ago. Ambitions ran high and emotions ran low. Before, it used to be the other way around. It was a battle for survival and the Mafia had made sure to corrupt this city till the end. At daytime, you would think this was just an ordinary city but you wouldn't want to be caught alone late at night.

It did happen one night when people were into town, drinking and having some fun with their pals, girlfriends or boyfriends and no one could hear a thing, outside of the most famous bar in New Orleans, Rousseau's. The French Quarter of the city was the most dangerous one and no one wanted to know if certain blood was gushing out of a corpse as they partied. Poor people were safe, but the same couldn't be said for the rich ones.

It was him, Mikael Mikaelson, the deadliest of them all. The toughest of the toughest with a gun in his hand as he led the other four men behind him. They were known for their family, who had gotten rich over the years through treachery and wisdom. They weren't just an ordinary family, into the Mafia. They were the most respected and the best corrupters. The Mikaelson family was above any other corrupted family in New Orleans. "This way." Mikael whispered to the four men, which happened to be his sons. They were the heirs to the Mikaelson estate and fortune. The oldest brother of 30 years old pulled away his mask and revealed attractive aristocratic figures, which formed his face. He was considered an eligible bachelor at parties, wanted by many women because of his humbleness and perseverance. He preferred reading rather than drinking out late into the night like his brothers. Elijah Mikaelson revealed to his father the coifed, dark brown hair and his gorgeous dark eyes. He pulled out a knife, preferring a clean kill.

His brothers were nothing like him. The one closest to Elijah was the one and only Finn Mikaelson, 29 years old, pulled away his mask as well and grinned as he looked over at the majestic house they were about to break in. His teeth were shinning in the dark and was known to have one of the most seductive smirks by women. His temper was low as was his patience and he would never do well without a drink occasionally, and preferred to be the one doing the drug sniffing when they had the chance. His hair was curled up to his shoulder and his stumble could be shown with the eye color and hair color that matched his elder brother's.

The one and only charming brother of the family and the cleverest one of them all, Niklaus Mikaelson, preferably called Klaus, 26 years old, was the one preferred in missions by his father. He was the one who knew all the time when to act and how. He pulled away his mask, revealing his honey blonde hair and electric blue eyes and the smirk that was on his face could not be replaceable. The hair color and the eye color matched his mother's one hundred percent but his charming personality was his entire father's work. Mikael was proud to call Niklaus his son and made sure to lay all the important work on him.

Kol Mikaelson was the one Klaus depended on most. His just as charming, 23 year old brother was the youngest but could also be the deadliest when tested by the enemies. He pulled away his mask and searched through his bag at the many weapons he had brought with him. It was his hobby, his passion to create weapons that were one of a kind in the family business. Mikael rolled his eyes at him and demanded one of the weapons. "Are you sure that this is appropriate, Kol? You will get a hell of a beating if this doesn't go right." Mikael threatened him and Kol was the one to roll his eyes this time. "When are you going to trust me?" "When you deserve to be trusted and I don't think now's the time for that." Kol wasn't exactly what people would call reliable and you couldn't trust him with anything, not even a secret.

Klaus put his finger to his lips and Mikael nodded as movement could be heard inside the house. Elijah pulled out his goggles to look inside through the window. "Casper is out of his room. What the hell are we going to do now?" "We go through with the plan." Mikael responded and Klaus pulled out the clip he had and worked on the lock of the door, slowly pushing it open as Finn freezed the cameras, including the alarms as to not be set on. "Go, go, go!" Mikael demanded at once and Klaus pushed open the door, letting the men inside and they closed the door shut, locking it as Kol locked the windows of the living room. Casper Roland, the man who was their current target was currently in the bathroom, taking a shower late in the night. "Maybe I can use this tool to cut his balls off if he doesn't start talking." Kol showed his father what he had created but Mikael had brushed him off. They went closer to the bathroom slowly. Klaus bust open the door with the gun in his hand as he pointed it to the naked man in the tub.

Casper Roland put up his hands, frightened and Finn started laughing uncontrollably when he saw what he saw. "Well, well, well! Look what we have here, boys!" he exclaimed and Mikael put his hand up to tell him that he was the one who was supposed to be doing all the talking. "Get out of there!" he demanded to the man who was still soaked up in water but the last thing he wanted was to get shot so he stepped out of the bathtub with his hands still in the air. Klaus took a towel and a bathrobe with him and Kol groaned when he saw him. "Come on! Can't we just leave him like this?" he complained and Klaus shook his head. "The image of him naked brings terrible pictures into my mind, Kol. I don't want that." "Nik, you were never the one to enjoy the fun." "Well, we all know that is not entirely true. I am just waiting for the proper moment when I can have some fun." Elijah shushed the two and the men all gathered up in the living room where they pushed Casper into a chair. "Start talking!" Mikael demanded.

"What…what…what are you talking about?" Casper babbled as he looked up at them. Mikael rubbed his forehead and whispered, "You are only going to make it worse on yourself, Casper. It's either you start talking about what you know or my sons over here are going to burn your house to the ground, and you along with it." Casper moved in his chair, still refusing to speak and moved his head to Klaus. "You disgust me, you know. I gave you a car for your birthday. And you let them do this to me. I thought we were friends." Klaus had his arms crossed over his chest as he played with the black gun in his hand, effortlessly. "You were our friend once and you're not anymore now. The only one you have to blame for this is yourself, Casper. Not anyone else!"

Mikael put his gun to Casper's forehead and whispered, "Start talking now, and quit wasting my time, by distracting my son." "What do you want from me?" "Where is my money, Casper?" Mikael asked him once again in a whisper. "What the hell? What money are you talking about? I don't have your money." "No, you don't. But you were behind this just as much as the people who took it from us." Mikael pushed the gun further on his forehead and Casper gulped. "Let me make you understand this better, son. 500,000 thousand dollars had been stolen from our account and I know that you know who took it. If I didn't know any better, I would say you kept some of that money for yourself for the trouble. You've always been the cheapskate type of guy."

Casper didn't look surprised which meant that he knew exactly what Mikael was talking about. "I will pay you back for it. I promise just give me some time…" Casper started saying and Mikael pulled back the gun. "You don't have that kind of money, Casper. Stop lying to us." "But I do!" "From whom? You were kicked out of the business a long time ago. Our family was the one who supported you. You have no wife and no children. Just prostitutes coming by your house whenever you get your hand on some good money. You have invested everything you had in this house and in your car. If you don't tell me who has stolen our money, you are going to lose everything that you had fought so hard to keep." Mikael explained and looked at him with fury in his eyes. "Shall we try this again?" "Go to hell!" Casper whispered and spit on the floor as Finn was losing his patience. "We have a party to get to, pretty boy. Tell us where our load is and no one gets hurt around here. Do you get me?" he asked and Casper still didn't say anything. At last, Finn was the one who pointed the gun to him, but Klaus stopped him.

"What the hell do you want now?" Finn asked and Elijah intervened. "Niklaus is right. Shooting him won't do us any good. We will never learn where the money that was stolen from us is." Finn pulled back the gun and gasped. "How in God's name are you supposed to live in this town if you can trust no one? Why have we gotten ourselves into this alliance if it wasn't going to work out? You have people like this douchbag over here betraying you 24/7!" Elijah calmed down Finn and moved to Klaus. "Whatever you want to do, do it now. Father is no longer going to be patient with this man." Klaus nodded and leaned over Casper. "How long have we known one another?" he asked with a smirk on his face and Casper returned the smirk. "Since you were a small boy, Nik. I gave you just as much as this father of yours had, because you deserve so much more than these idiotic brothers of yours." He whispered and Klaus prayed that the others haven't heard this. "Do you have a death wish?" "I am dead anyway man." Casper mumbled and Klaus frowned. "What are you talking about?" "You don't know what this family is capable of." "You don't know what my father I capable of. If you tell us what we want to know now, you get off the hook and we can protect you from this family if you just tell us who it is." Mikael pulled Klaus away and pointed the gun at Casper and said, "One last chance."

"Father." Klaus mumbled but Mikael pretended not to hear him as he shouted, "One last time, Casper! Where are the 500,000 dollars which belong to my family? Answer me now! Who has them?" Casper's mouth remained shut and a smirk was placed on his face as if he felt Mikael was bluffing but he wasn't really. Before Klaus could say anything more, Mikael put a bullet into his head and Casper lay dead on the ground, blood spilling all over the floor. "Finally." Kol whispered. "Get rid of the evidence, bury the body and hide any trail that would lead to us." Mikael informed Elijah and he got right on it. Mikael smiled and pretended like he had not just killed someone and did his best to put a smile on Klaus' face. "Was that really necessary, Father?" Klaus asked him. Mikael looked at him in surprise and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "You know I have always admired you, Niklaus, but that money is a necessity for our family now. We can't appear weak in front of the Council, especially since I am the one leading it and as for your mother..." Klaus' face darkened as he was once again reminded of his mother's disease. "She needs the transplant." Klaus whispered and Mikael nodded. "The way you were raised…I couldn't have asked for a better son." At that comment, Elijah, Kol and Finn raised their heads, somehow hurt but at the same time, determined that they are just as worthy as the favorite son. "But you have so much more you need to learn. There is so much more that I can teach you…if you pay attention and do what is right." The tone in his voice darkened and Klaus put on a straight face, raising his chin and muttering, "Yes, Father." " Good! Come on, boys! We have a party to attend!" he called out.

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Rousseau's occasionally had parties like these which the people of New Orleans could enjoy. The men entered the bar and Esther's face lightened up when she saw her husband and her boys. She went over and kissed their cheeks. "Where have you been? The party had started over an hour ago. We were all waiting for you." Her voice showed that she had been terribly worried for them. "We had some business to take care of sweetheart." Mikael mumbled and kissed his wife with a charming smile on his face that always made Esther forgive him and not make him feel guilty about not being around her as much as he used to. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he pulled her closer to him and Esther simply shook her head. "You know that it is nothing serious, Mikael." "The start of a lung cancer is serious." he snapped and looked at her for a moment. Esther bit her lip, knowing better than to challenge her husband. "I promise you that I will find a way to get you that transplant before the tumor spreads. Whatever it takes."

"Sister!" Klaus called out with a smile when the brothers saw their smaller sister come over to them and gave them all big hugs. Rebekah was 20 years old and did not really care about the business that her family was in. All she cared about was having fun. Klaus was her closest brother, and often companion during one of her mischiefs. Elijah would usually tell them both to keep out of trouble, but the two Mikaelsons were hard to keep in line. Mikael always looked past the mistakes Klaus made, which drove the noble brother, Elijah insane. He believed he should be in the apple of his father's eye.

"Guess who is singing tonight for us." Rebekah said with a smile. Klaus rolled his eyes. "Who now? Another one of your crushes?" "No, silly! Marcel Gerard." "That big show-off? Why did you have to spoil my mood, Rebekah?" "He is not a show-off and he is in fact a good dancer and singer." The Mikaelson brothers knew that Marcel Gerard's parents were in the Mafia but greatly disliked him so they didn't bother even getting to know him better. Rebekah did, though. She worshiped him, and little did her family more that she was prepared for more than the friendship she had with this Marcel Gerard.

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Camille O'Connell, age 26, was the bartender serving the drinks and food tonight and she always kept a gun hidden in one of her aprons in case she really needed it at night. She hated her job but it was the best she could get for now in the city that her uncle had grown up in. Camille was not one who would rather be here but Kieran O'Connell, her uncle was the only one she had, beside half-brother and sister, Sean and Gia. Sean was away in another state and he left her here to take care of Rousseau's and everything that involved it and Gia was studying at a faraway university. Kieran O'Connell had gotten his family involved in the Mafia, thinking it would be the best thing for the three. Their parents died a while ago and their uncle was all the family they had left. They were pretty lonely. Sean had graduated and gone off to live somewhere away from the dangers of the city, Gia as well, although Camille didn't mind as her relationship with her half-sister had never been that great. The truth was that she was the true fighter in her family and she always felt like the bastard daughter, just because her father had an affair with another woman and had her, as a burden in his wife's life and his other children's as well, Gia and Sean.

Camille loved literature and she loved to write poetry, but her past had determined her to be more involved in the Mafia. Her uncle had taught her the basic skills, using the gun and a knife, but she also wanted a life. She wanted someone to care for her, just as she had seen men care for their women. She had always wanted to study literature, but for Father Kieran, being a part of something bigger than their family and the influence they had over the people in the city was more important to him than what she wanted.

Marcel dropped by at her counter and said seductively, "Sweetheart, mind grabbing me one of your special vodkas? I am kind of perched." Camille grinned and winked at him as she handed him a full bottle of vodka. "I can only imagine with a singing voice like yours, Marcel. You can shoot everyone in here. You must be offered the best." Marcel and Camille had always had a thing for one another. He often came into the bar to flirt with her and she flirted right back. They had even had a one-night stand when they were both drunk at a party once. Marcel had told her that night had to be just a one-time thing for them but Camille often found herself, wanting to spend more nights like those with the rapper. She was attracted to him very much. She often had trouble resisting him, and even as innocent as she seemed and more focused being induced in the family business, Camille had this desire in her of having a man beside her. "Come to the back of the bar, where the storage is. I have something that I want to show you." Camille whispered and grinned as she took his hand in hers. He followed her, still hiked up on the vodka, as he drank almost the entire bottle.

As soon as they got into the back, Camille placed her hands on his face and pushed her lips onto his and started kissing him passionately. For a moment, he kissed her back and she started taking his shirt off but he snapped out of it and pushed her away a little. "What is going on with you?" Camille asked and looked surprised at his pull back. "Cami, I thought that we agreed that what happened a couple of days ago was nothing. Yes, it happened but I moved on now and so should you." "Why should I? Why are you making me move on when we obviously have something going on between us?" "No, we don't. Take care of yourself." Marcel whispered and went back to the party, leaving her in the back. It wasn't like she wasn't expecting this rejection but she was hoping that it wouldn't have to be this way and that he would look back and remember their time together and possibly want to be with her.

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Sophie Deveraux, age 25, walked inside, clinging onto her best friend, Kaleb. They had been friends ever since they were kids. "Two tequila shots!" Sophie called out to Camille. She got them right away and handed one to Kaleb. "To our friendship, Kaleb! May it never end!" He chuckled and said, "Well, that depends. What happens when you get married? I don't know how your husband is going to feel about you being just friends with a gorgeous guy like me."

Sophie giggled and hit his shoulder. "Shut up! Like I am ever going to get married!" "How do you know that you won't? You're beautiful and you've got some class in you. I don't see why you won't get married." "My sister wanted to get married and my parents didn't let her. Jane Ann is 30 and she doesn't have a husband yet. I wonder if my parents will ever find that perfect guy they would approve of." That was just her excuse. She knew deep down that her parents would never allow her to get married and have a life because of what they've gotten themselves into. The Mafia was her life and soon, she and Jane Ann would take over the family business, building alliances and manipulating people into giving them cash. It was the only thing she knew but she did dream about having a normal life, as normal as it could be.

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Mikael went over to kiss Esther's cheek, knowing that it had a certain effect on her and held her by her waist. "Where were you? Really now, tell me the truth." she finally whispered and Mikael turned her around. "Where else would I have been? I took my sons out for some drinks. I told you that." Esther gave him a look. "Mikael, I know you and I know the business. You haven't been the same since you found out our money is gone. 500,000 dollars are not a big deal. We can take care of ourselves. That is why we partnered up with…" She looked around, afraid to mention any name. "I promise you that I am going to get that money back, if it is the last thing I do and I don't care how many people have to suffer because of it." "What about our sons? What about our daughter? They should not be caught in this? They should be…" "Esther, I know damn well that my sons are to be in this business with me. They will be running it soon. I won't have them running around like a couple of teenagers after women." "They are teenagers." "They are men!" Mikael roared.

Klaus was having a drink when the memory of the cruel dead body of Casper came into his mind. He could have saved him from his father. He knew he could have. Rebekah came up to him with a bright smile on his face. "Have you seen the last dance of Marcel? He was just incredible." Klaus chuckled and whispered, "Sister, I wish that you would keep it on the down low. The last thing that we need is for you to get involved with Marcel Gerard." Rebekah scoffed. "That's ridiculous! Like he'd ever be interested in me." Klaus crunched up his eyebrows when he caught her making a weird face and before he could ask, she was gone.

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Through the door came in a gorgeous young woman, in a beautiful lavender dress with her hair tied up in a bun, leaving some layers to fall down behind her ears. She wore no make-up but still looked as stunning as ever. She was accompanied by a man by the name Jackson. Hayley Marshall, age 22, belonged to the Marshall family of the Mafia. This was one of the few times that she had attended a party like this with her current boyfriend. She preferred not to go out in public much for personal reasons. Everyone knew that the Marshall had a daughter but no one really knew what she looked like as they hadn't seen her with her parents, never. Hayley was glad that there won't be anyone at the party to recognize her.

Jackson found them some seats at a table and looked at one another, smiling. "You're the most beautiful girl tonight." Jackson commented and Hayley blushed, smiling. Her and Jackson had been dating for a couple of months and have only recently started going out in public together. This was a big night for the two of them. She wanted it to be special but so did he but in his own way. They ate in silence and Jackson got himself a couple of drinks before he couldn't take it and said, "Hayley, I think it's time to move forward in our relationship." Hayley smiled when she heard that but shook her head. "Jack, if you are proposing…I can't…" Jackson furrowed his eyebrows. "I am not proposing, don't worry." "Oh. Then, what did you want to talk about? What did you mean by that?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You know that we have been dating for months now, right? I get that you are still a little freaked out about it but…I need to start feeling like a man again. Not once have we had sex!" he called out and Hayley looked around at the people and whispered, "Please, be quiet. We are in a public place."

"Come on, Hayley! Be serious with me now. Why are you pushing this away when we can move on to the next level?" he asked and Hayley blushed a little as she looked at her hands. "Jack…listen…we have gone through this and I told you that I am not ready. I can't sleep with you. I just can't." Jackson scoffed and grinned like a maniac. "I really am a fool then. I don't even know what the hell I am doing here anymore." He took his last swig of bourbon and headed out on the streets. Hayley took her coat and followed him. She looked around but he was nowhere to be found. At that moment, she felt someone pushing her against the wall.

She felt like she couldn't breathe but she could see Jackson trying to strangle her. His eyes showed everything. He was drunk beyond control. "Jackson, please, let go of me!" Hayley yelled out desperately as she felt his hands travel to her tights, pulling up her dress. "No! We are going to do this once and for all!" he yelled into her face and Hayley began screaming uncontrollably before she could feel himself pry off of her. She opened her eyes and saw Jackson being punched to death by another man. She gasped as she saw Jackson standing up with a bloody nose and running away. She was trembling as she looked at the man whose knuckles were bleeding. "Don't worry about it, love. I'm used to it." He said when he saw her concern. She looked back up into his eyes and saw them glimmering blue. "Are you alright?" he asked and she nodded quickly, getting back inside.

She wanted to get away from everyone and didn't know why she went back inside when she felt someone pull her back. It was him again and he had a smirk on his face. She suddenly recognized him as one of the Mikaelson boys. She didn't think that he recognized her and she didn't plan on telling him who she was. "Allow me to introduce your savior, Niklaus Mikaelson." He said and pointed at himself, before holding out his hand to her. Hayley took it, nervously and whispered, "Hayley M…" she stopped and then whispered "Mitchel. Hayley Mitchel." "It's nice to meet you, Hayley." "Look, thank you for saving me but I really want to be alone now." "I understand. But after something like that, you could use a drink. Why don't you join me for one?" Hayley looked around and noticed his brothers and his father. She gulped and shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She wanted to leave but was turned right back by Klaus. He knew that she was most probably afraid of spending some quality time alone with him. "It'll be just us. I promise." Hayley finally nodded.

The truth was that he hadn't just magically appeared to save her life outside. He had been watching her since she had entered the room and was waiting for the perfect moment to steal her away from her boyfriend. There was a look of devil in his eyes as he looked into her own angelic ones and he noticed that even though they looked angelic on the outside, there was a little darkness of her that needed to be revealed. He wanted to know her. He felt a sudden rush of desire for her. He pushed the door open for her as she walked inside, and felt a warm hand being pressed on her back. What did he want with her? Hayley was prepared to tell him off, but she couldn't. He was a Mikaelson. But as long as she has known herself, she knew that guys would only want one thing from her: sex. She wouldn't have it, even if this guy saved her from the worst thing that could ever happen to a woman. She was convinced that this would be just a simple conversation. She didn't like the look he was giving her. Hayley noticed he was dangerous…she had to make this short and quick. The further she got away from him, the better.

A/N: This was the first chapter and I am going to update soon. I always wanted to write a crime sort of fanfiction. I used this chapter for you to get to know the characters better and I wonder if you can identify the top 4 couples that are going to be in this story ;)

The real fun has just begun. In the next chapter, we will get to know more about Hayley and get to know Davina, as I couldn't fit her into this chapter much.

Review please and let me know what you think of this first chapter and what you think of the Mikaelson family. I decided to have every member included this time.