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Third Person POV:

Nadiya stepped off the bus and into the crowded streets of New Orleans, with nothing more than a leather bag hanging over her right hip. She needed a solution to obtain money quickly, the bus ride here eat up all the money she had with her.

Her eyes expertly scanned the busy streets, scouting out a person she can "borrow" from. She spotted just the person, a man who was dressed quite nicely in a black leather jacket; underneath he wore a gray Henley shirt paired with blue jeans and leather combat boots.

Perfect, she thought a grin forming on her face.

Her pace increased, eyes trained on the man she'd chosen, coming up on him and, quickly bumping into him. "I'm so sorry," she apologized hurrying away before the man could even lay eyes on her. She pursed her lips, fighting the smirk that threatened to appear, as she stashed his wallet in her pocket. But she didn't know who she was dealing with.

Nadiya had gotten about ten yards away before she walked into a hard surface, a hard that was breathing. she inhaled through her nose heightening all her senses that she was keeping mute at the time.

a cold chill started to slowly spread throughout Nadiya's body, the kind of icy cold that brought along the instinct to run, but also unable to so with the way it locked your muscles into place. that feeling was usually associated with the supernatural. She tensed up, not in fear, but in excitement at the possibility of danger. She tentatively looked up seeing the man she had just stolen from. Now that she got a closer look at him, he was what you called attractive with his sandy blonde hair and erringly familiar midnight blue eyes. Nadiya blinked her wide eyes innocently. "Can I Help you?"

The man's lips twitched. "I believe you have something of mine, love,"

He said extending his hands towards her, the amusement clear in his accented voice that was very similar to her own, which she was currently covering up with an American accent. She cocked her head to the side, her lips pulling into a small polite smile, "Do I?" she asked.

A Slow disbelieving grin appeared on his face at her boldness.

"I'm pretty sure you have my wallet in your pocket there, sweetheart. I would like it back."

"I'm sorry sir, maybe you dropped it," Nadiya shrugged feigning ignorance. She could sense that this man was used to being feared when he pompously stepped forward like a king stepping into a room to greet his royal subjects. "Oh, you're good," the man smirked. "But see I'm better," she scoffed silently in her head at the man, looking the perfect picture of intimidation. the innocent facade immediately dropping as she covered the remaining distance between them, having to tilt her head up because the man was a foot taller than her. Now she could have made this easy and, just given the wallet back, but being on a bus for eight hours, not doing anything even remotely fun, she was in serious need of entertainment. But the events that unfolded next might give her more than she bargained for. "well, that's a matter of opinion, "love"." Nadiya said letting her own accent slip out around the word love to tauntingly mimic his own.

She then proceeded by shoving him in the chest, making the mysteriously dangerous man stumble back, mainly out of surprise.

She took off running, laughing as she did so.

The thrill of trouble making her giddy.

Third Person POV:

Klaus was propped precariously on top a bar stool, a crystal cut glass filled with warm brown liquid rested in front of him. he desperately needed a drink to distract him if even a little, from all the deadly encounters that kept getting pelted at him, left and right like dodgeballs.

Klaus huffed looking at the clock, it was getting late. eventually, he would have to leave and go home. Something he was not looking forward to, because going home included all the sympathetic pity stares from his dysfunctional family. that annoyed him to no end and, they knew it so they try to cover it up when really they just make things worse.

With a frustrated growl, Klaus stood up, threw a fifty down and, quickly headed towards the exit.

He angrily pushed the door away, almost taking it off it's hinges in his haste to get out of there. Klaus continued to stomp down the street, pushing the very the uniquely dressed people out of his way. Just as he squeezed through the last crowd of people, a warm body slammed right into him.

He Swore to the high heavens if another person bumped into one more time, there is going to be flying limbs. is it a bird? is it a plane? No, oh my God it's raining hearts, everybody run for your lives!

"I'm so sorry," came a young soft female voice. interrupting Klaus from his very cynical thought process. He turned around about to unleash his anger out on the unexpecting innocent. But all he got was a glimmer of ink black curls.

Klaus frowned something was amiss.

Then recognition viewed in his eyes. He turned around fully, now able to see the little teenager making way with his wallet. Klaus flashed in front of her, making her walk right into his chest. but instead of being angry he watched in amusement as she lifted her full headed hair of black curls, to tentatively look up at him, blinking her astonishingly familiar midnight blue eyes.

She was beautiful, pale skin, blue-eyed, raven haired girl. Not that Klaus was interested in that way, she was much too young for him. it was purely admiring, he always did value things that held great beauty in them.

"Can I help you," the raven girl asked, fluttering her eyelashes innocently,

his lips twitched.

"I believe you have something of mine, love," he said extending his hand, the amusement clear in his accented voice.

She tilted her head to the side, her lips pulling up into a small polite smile.

"Do I," she asked.

A slow disbelieving grin appeared on Klaus' face, her boldness was refreshing. "I'm pretty sure you have my wallet in your pocket there, sweetheart, I would like it back,"

"I'm sorry sir, maybe you dropped it," she shrugged feigning ignorance.

Klaus pompously stepped forward,

"Oh you're good, but see I'm better," he grinned looking the perfect picture of intimidation.

The raven girl took a step forward, her innocent facade immediately dropping. having to tilt her head up because she was a foot shorter than him. "Well, that's a matter of opinion, love,"

she taunted, mimicking his accent perfectly. Then proceeded by shoving Klaus hard in the chest, surprising the heck out him, as he stumbled back. Klaus watched momentarily stunned when she dashed across the street, laughing as she did so.

coming out of his stupor, Klaus grinned. The thrill of a hunt making his blood pump faster.

Now I Know this is posted as a crossover with The Originals and Once Upon A Time and it is, but I won't add the Once Upon A Time characters until later. So i hope you enjoyed and, constructive criticism is welcomed. Favorite follow and review! BTW this is just a test run to see how the story does and won't be updated until Falling For Peter is finished... Because this may or may not be the sequel :)