Kayla Knew that something was going wrong. The witches were extra panicky and there ancestors were not far from them. What could have been so important, that nearly every witch in New Orleans was giving off nervous vibes?

The Mikaelson family was at loss. Klaus thinks that they were plotting against them and something went wrong, Elijah thought that the witches were thinking about attacking Hope, Freya looked confused and puzzled, Rebekah thinks that the witches were just preparing for the war with there family, but Kayla, Kayla knew exactly what was happening.-

Kayla whistled when she opened the door to the French quarter living room, she quickly frowned and reached out her hearing to see who was in the house. Nobody. Not a single soul, living or undead, was in hearing range.

Kayla narrowed her dark brown eyes, and let out a low growl. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

She first circled her way around the right side of the house, the side that housed Elijah's room, Klaus's room, Hope's room, the offices, a kitchenette, Klaus's painting room, and the library. When she found no trace of anything, she let out a long sigh and made her way to the left side of the house. The side that contained her room, Rebekah's room, a entertainment room, a few extra rooms and also a kitchenette.

After checking in all the other rooms besides her own, she found nothing out of place. Making her way towards her room, swiftly thinking about all the different ways she can torture somebody if they stepped a foot into her space.(besides Hope, That kid was to adorable.)

What she found when she opened her oak door, was nothing out of place, except a medium sized white box siting on the edge of the bed.

When Davina woke up she felt groggy, and her head hurt.

What she saw when she opened her eyes, made her feel like it was a good decision to keep siting on the ground.

" Wha- what am I doing here," Davina questioned toward the three witches in her general vacancy.

Celeste, Sophie, and Agnes were in front of Davina and were placing something in a big round bowl.

Davina looked around and noticed Klaus Mikaelson hanging from his wrist, with silver cuffs and what looks like wolfsbane drenched on them. After analyzing the rest of the room, she saw the rest of the Mikaelson clan here. With Rebekah to her right, Elijah to her left, Freya straight ahead of her, and Hope standing between Elijah and Klaus, like she was in a trance.

A sudden grunt was heard and all eyes went on the waking Mikaelson family. Elijah was the first to wake up, the Rebecca, after her Freya, and finally Klaus.

" I am going to kill you, slowly and painfully, long and torturously, and when I am done, I am going to string your head on my wall and make you a example of those who cross me," Klaus said calmly, with a dangerous edge to his voice and a sudden spark of evil in his eyes.

" Were not scared of your pathetic threats, abomination," Agnes replied back, seemingly bored with his voice.

Davina scrunched up her nose and asked again, but with more confidence,

" What am I doing here."

Sophie pursed her lips and her eyes went to the ground. Finally, after moments of silence she spoke,

" There was one missing ingredient to the harvest, the part which is missing is a powerful witch turned vampire. We found one, know we just have to use her loved ones as leverage."

Davina could feel her eyes widening in horror and dread, in the corner of her eyes she can see Rebekah and Elijah's do the same.

Because there is only one person who was a witch turned vampire in New Orleans with a close relation with the Mikaelson clan.

Kayla.

Kayla opened the white box slowly and carefully like it was going to blow up. What she saw when she peered down into the box was a white dress with black arm cuffs and a note. When she read the note, she felt her blood run cold.

Kayla Mikaelson,

Once upon a time you were a very powerful witch. Now you are a original vampire. The missing part in our sacrifice to please our ancestors was a powerful witch turned vampire. You exceed all criteria for this part. You will come to the burly ground and will participate in the Harvest. If you fail to comply with these orders maybe one of your loved once will lose a heart.

sincerely, The New Orleans Coven

Kayla let her eyes close and reopened them a second later. She draped the white dress over her mirror and put the cuffs on the center of the bed.

Kayla sat on her bed and leaned back and could feel the tears making there way down her face. After a few moments of crying she got up and go to work.

Because if she only has about a hour or two to make a plan, then she better get right to it.

If some looked closely, they could see a faint smirk and determination mixed in her eyes, and a small smile making its way up to her face, the whole time she was getting ready.

Thank you for reading the first out of three to four chapters for this story. I have been thinking about doing this story just not gotten to it. Hope you liked it. Please review, they all mean a lot to me.