When the Strix come into New Orleans, a different kind of witch proves to be a threat against the Mikaelson family: a vampire siphon-witch from the Gemini coven.
Frankie Winston was a 20 years old siphon who ran away, shunt from the coven she was birth on, tired of hearing she was a disgusting perversion from nature, that she was mistake that should have never happened. A siphon on the run was something the Gemini coven could never admit, so they chased her down. After 3 years traveling and running through the country, Frankie was found by Tristan de Martel, the leader of the Strix convention. He took her under his wing, protecting her and making sure that the Gemini coven wouldn't be a problem anymore. And then he turned her. Frankie became the first vampire siphon-witch member of the Strix and she would always stand by her savior – Tristan – side, which quickly became a problem to the Mikaelson family after the Strix turned against them.
Frankie didn't know a world besides the Gemini coven and the Strix convention. Klaus wanted to eliminate her, but Elijah knew better – he wanted to drag her to their side. She was curious and seduced, but she knew she was a great weapon and would not let herself be manipulated.
When Frankie woke up the first thing she noticed was that her bed was empty. She hated when Tristan stayed with her for the night and left without waking her up. She looked around and saw the boxes with her stuff and remembered they were going to New Orleans shortly. "Pack everything you want to take with you, I'll have someone packing up your clothes and everything else you need we can buy later." Tristan has said to her three days before. Frankie was a little nervous – she has been on many fights by the Strix's side, but never against people as strong as the Original family. Tristan has assured her they were only going there to make sure Elijah Mikaelson, their sire, was safe, and therefore the Strix – all sired by Elijah – were safe too, but she wasn't that naïve: she knew that Elijah was a traitor to the Strix, and wherever the Strix went, they made their presence noticeable, so the likelihood of an ugly fight against the Originals was big.
She spent the morning finishing prepping her stuff, and by the end of the evening she was on one of the Strix private planes with Tristan. Usually, when the Strix traveled together, Tristan and Aya would go with her on a separated jet, but today Aya wasn't there.
"Where's Aya? I thought she was coming with us." Frankie said, resting her head on Tristan chest.
"Aya had to go first to make sure things were ready for us. She's going to recruit a new member. Quite an acquisition to our community." That caught her attention. It wasn't very often that the Strix granted someone a membership, so she asked, "Who would that be?"
"Marcel Gerard. He created a vampire community in New Orleans from scratch, they prospered under his reign. He's also a son to Niklaus Mikaelson, so having him by our side is very important to our plans." Tristan replied.
"He's from Niklaus' bloodline?" Frankie asked, surprised, lifting her head to look at Tristan.
"Yes. We will make an exception in his case."
"That's new." Frankie said, giving Tristan a small kiss. "I hope everything works fine. I'm worried about you. For what I know, the Mikaelsons are too dangerous."
"We're going to act with diplomacy. Don't worry." He said, giving Frankie a smile. They had a few hours left on the plan, so she decided to make the most of them. She passed from her sit to Tristan's lap, giving him a kiss. He put one hand around her wrist and another on her neck. She stopped the kiss to look at him: his blue, blue eyes, his sweet smile, his perfect skin. "I love you." She said. "I love you too, darling."
Frankie was in her study room at the Strix mansion in New Orleans. She was working on a new spell – her goal was to start writing her own grimoire. Before she turned, she was obsessed with finding sources of magic to siphon from, to guarantee her own safety, so she spent a lot of time in the forest, searching herbs with magical properties, and around different cities, trying to find dark objects and grimoires to steal. As a vampire, Frankie siphoned from herself, so now she can dedicate her time on improving her magical skills and creating spells. Sometimes she worked with the Sisters, the coven of witches from the Strix, but she did better practicing alone.
The house was silent, so she heard when Aya entered the house.
"What the hell did you do to me?" She heard a strange voice ask. By the following dialogue she assumed the strange voice belonged to Marcel Gerard. Aya had knocked him down and dragged him to the mansion. Typical.
"Quite the prestigious organization. Responsible for countless wars, numerous plagues, assassinations…" She heard another voice reply when Marcel asked who the Strix were. Frankie was officially curious.
"Hello Elijah. It's been a while." She heard Aya. Frankie's heart started to race, and her eyes widened. Elijah was here? An Original. A freaking thousand-years old vampire.
She silently and quickly went downstairs only to find Elijah with his fist inside Aya's chest. She instinctively ran to them and grabbed Elijah's head, mumbling three words that made him scream and vamp-speed himself against the wall. Then she started giving him witchy aneurisms, making him twist himself in pain.
"You can let him go, Frankie. No need for this to become vulgar." Tristan said, entering the room. Frankie stopped, without saying a word. She was terrified, but she couldn't exactly do nothing while that Original ripped Aya's heart out.
Suddenly, Elijah crossed the room, taking Frankie by the neck and looking at Tristan: "There you are. Hello Tristan."
Frankie reacted quickly and stabbed Elijah, inserting her hand into his chest. He let go of her neck, surprised. He realized that she wasn't just a witch, but she was also a vampire. Frankie removed her hand and walked to Tristan, who gave her his pocket scarf. She started cleaning her hands and kept looking down, since Elijah wouldn't stop staring at her. Creepy.
"Frankie, meet Elijah Mikaelson. Our sire. Elijah, meet Frankie, a valuable member of the Strix." Tristan said.
"How can this be?" Elijah spoke, still staring at Frankie.
"Frankie is a vampire siphoning-witch. You see, she was born with a peculiar characteristic, she didn't have her own magic, she could only obtain it from another source. As a vampire, she has an eternal source of magic – herself." Tristan added while walking through the room.
Elijah kept staring at Frankie, which only made her feel like an abomination.
"How's that possible? A witch, a servant of nature, can't become a vampire without losing its power." Elijah questioned.
"I'm not a witch. I'm not a servant of anything. I didn't have any power, so nature couldn't care less if I was a vampire." Frankie said, dryly, trying to finish the subject.
"I'm here so we can talk, Elijah." Tristan started. "Your sireline, your life is at stake. You'll want to hear what I have to say."
Elijah looked down at Tristan and asked Marcel to leave, telling him he should keep better companies than the Strix, which made Frankie roll her eyes. What an arrogant.
"Darling, would you mind giving me a moment with Mr. Mikaelson?" Tristan asked, taking Frankie's hand.
"Not at all." Frankie replied, giving Tristan a brief kiss before leaving the room, without looking at Elijah.
After Elijah left, Tristan went to see Frankie, who was laid down at her room, reading a book.
"What do you read, darling?" He asked, sitting by her bed. She smiled and put her book aside, placing her hands around Tristan's neck. "It's Anna Karenina. I just started it."
"Well, I think you're going to love it. You were always a sucker for a good novel."
She laughed and kissed him, passing her hands through his hair. He stroked her cheek and said softly, "Thank you for standing up for Aya, it was very brave of you".
"I hated it. That Elijah guy is terrible. He walks into our home and acts like he owns it. Who he thinks he is? The owner of New Orleans?" Frankie replied, throwing herself on the bed.
"He can be very petulant, yes" Tristan laughed.
Frankie sat down again, agitated. "I think I'm going out to see the town tonight. Is that okay? I want to see the Cauldron, they have some really nice herbs I would like to get."
"Sure. Just be careful. New Orleans is infested with witches, werewolves and Original vampires."
"I'll be safe, I promise." Frankie finished, kissing Tristan again.
Frankie was amazed. The town was beautiful. She was currently at the French Quarter. She knew that was the place with most vampires in the city, but that didn't really matter. If she kept a low profile, it was unlikely someone would mess with her.
She walked into a bar and sat by the balcony.
"Hi. I'm going to have some Tequila, but put it into a whisky cup, and fill it, please." She said to the barman.
"I need to see some ID." He said, with a doubtful look.
"You already saw. I'm 21." She compelled him.
He put her the drink and she opened her book. Reading and drinking Tequila was current one of her favorite things in the world. Tristan drank mostly Bourbon, but she hated it. Tequila, on the other hand, she loved. As a vampire her drinking tolerance was amazing, so she could drink for a good time without even getting dizzy.
"I'll have a glass of Bourbon, thanks. Good evening, Frankie." She looked at her side and there was Elijah, sitting with her like they were old friends. She suddenly became alert and ready to rush out of that bar.
"No need to rush. I'm only here so we can talk. I'm simply curious about your nature, I can't say I have seen a creature like you on my thousand years on this earth." Elijah said, predicting she would try running away.
"I'm not a creature." She replied instinctively, walking back to her bench, never taking her eyes out of him.
"That's not what I meant." He answered with a smirk.
She closed her book and finished her cup. She wasn't drunk enough to have a conversation about her crazy nature with an Original vampire. The barman filled her glass again.
"So, what's your history?" Elijah asked.
"That's a weird question" Frankie said. "I'm not opening up to some strange."
"Don't you know the Strix's history? I'm hardly a stranger." Elijah suggested, taking a sip of his bourbon. Dammit. He's charming, Frankie thought.
"It's not very interesting." She lied. "I was born on a coven of witches, but I wasn't a witch, I was a siphoner. The coven already knew siphoners. They are very rare and only occur on that specific coven, but they don't know why they exist. They really despise siphoners, so when I was 17 I ran away. On the past, some siphoners were shunt from the coven, became vampires and came back to get back at them. That's how the coven found out that a siphoner who is turned into a vampire gains an eternal source of magic. So, they begun to see every siphoner as a threat, and when I ran they chased me down. I was running for three years when Tristan found and saved me. And he made sure the coven would stop being a threat. And then I was turned." Frankie told him.
Elijah was listening carefully. He stared at her for a couple of seconds after she finished, as if he was trying to assimilate all that new information. "I disagree, that is indeed very interesting." he finally said. "And when exactly did this happen? How old are you?"
"I was turned when I was 20 years old, and that was three years ago, so I'm actually 23."
"And you feel like you owe Tristan something? That's the only reason I can imagine for a girl like you to be walking with a filthy little group like the Strix."
Frankie suddenly became alert again. "You know nothing about Tristan. I'm not with him because of some debt, I'm with him because I love him, and the Strix are his legacy." She said defensively.
"Well, I am the patriarch of the Strix, so I know Tristan de Martel much better than you can imagine." Elijah added, looking at Frankie like she was a naïve child. She hated it.
"I think I'm going now, it's late." She finished dryly.
"Well, it was a pleasure talking to you. I expect to see you again soon." Elijah said with a smirk.
Frankie waved the barman, but Elijah intervened. "That will be on me."
Of course he would offer to pay the bill.
"Okay then. Goodbye, Elijah."
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Beijos, Ana.