I do not own the Originals. I only own my OC.

Prologue

Two teenage girls sat in a rather spacious attic. They sat by a vanity with a candle in front of them. One lit the candle while the other extinguished it. These two seemingly normal girls were witches. One was a beautiful brunette with large innocent doe eyes and a heart shaped face. The other had the same heart shaped face and doe eyes but with sharper features and raven black hair.
A handsome African American man walked through the door smiling. He looked at the two girls playing with the candle out of boredom.
"I assume it's all quiet out there?" he asked.
The brunette turned and smirked up at him,"The witches know better than to do magic." she told him. "But I don't like that the old ones are here. They don't belong here!" she said frustrated and angry.
The raven haired girl looked up at him. "What my dear sister means is we don't want them to hurt you, Marcel." she chimed in quietly with a frown on her face.
"Davina," The brunette looked up at him.
"Jessamine," the raven haired girl also looked up at him, "As powerful as you two are they don't stand a chance.