Young Taylor O'Connell was bored working in the bar her older sister Camille worked at. Taylor knew she had to have a job though if she was gonna move in with her sister. Luckily for her Cami got her on at the Deveraux bar. Granted it wasn't the type of bar she wanted to work at it being New Orleans. But it was a job nonetheless.

Taylor was wiping down tables as her sister was talking to a handsome man wearing a suit. She started to eavesdrop on them.

"So what brings you to the Big Easy?" Camille asked him.

"I used to live here." He said in a smooth voice.

"Really? When?"

"Oh, feels like a hundred years ago."

"I just moved here myself. What brought you back?"

"Well, my brother's here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have gotten himself into a bit of a bind."

"You say that like it's a common occurrence."

"Well, he's complicated. Defiant, ill-mannered and a little temperamental." Taylor laughed to herself. Elijah noticed the young blonde with that strip of pink in her hair. "What has gotten you laughing, young one?"

Taylor couldn't keep a smile off her pretty little face. "It's weird hearing someone talk so sophisticated. And, I don't know, I guess it's, like, foreign to me? Like how people would talk 200 years ago."

Elijah smiled to himself. "Well I guess you could say I've been around for quite awhile. But I believe I best be getting on my way. It was nice talking to you two young ladies." He laid a $100 dollar bill on the counter making Cami and Taylor wide eyed. He was almost out the door until Taylor stopped him.

"Hey! What's your name?"

Elijah turned around and smiled. "Elijah Mikaelson." He turned back towards the door and walked out.

Cami couldn't believe Elijah paid with a $100 bill.

"He has to be loaded," said Taylor.

"I hope he keeps coming back," Camille told her smiling with that $100 bill in her hand.

Taylor was bored after work so she decided to explore more of the French Quarter. She hadn't been living in New Orleans long and hadn't had the time to really get to know the place. She felt pretty lonely without her friends since they were all still back in her little hometown. But she would make friends here when she would start college in the fall. And plus her old friends would visit. One place she was really interested in visiting was the famous voodoo shops. She walked into Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo. The shop was filled with loads of voodoo stuff. Taylor was fascinated by it all.

"I've never seen you here before. "The voice behind startled Taylor. She whipped around seeing a tall, black man. He started to laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But you look like a new face. What's your name? If you don't mind me asking that is."

"It's cool. My name's Taylor. I just moved here actually. Moved in with my sister."

"Oh okay. Who's your sister?"

"Camille O'Connell."

"Really? You look like quite the opposite of her," he laughed. She knew he was talking about the pink in her hair and the piercings in her ears and above her lip. "I bet you're the more rebellious of the both of you."

"Yeah, Cami's definitely the more responsible one. I mean, I'm not totally wild, but my motto is to live while you're young. And I plan on doing lots of it here in New Orleans."

"Well I believe you'll fit right in here in New Orleans. My name's Marcel. I run a lot of the French Quarter so if you ever get in any trouble and need help just find me. I'm always around."

"Thanks for the tip."

Marcel waved good bye and walked out of the shop. Taylor continued to do some more browsing in the voodoo shop for a bit until a vibration in her pocket made her jump. Cami texted her telling her to get home before it got dark. Ugh! I'm not a baby anymore. She walked out of the shop and seen Marcel was talking to a tall, pale man with copper toned hair.

"Hey, Taylor!" Marcel motioned at her to come over. She walked over to them. "Taylor, since you're new to New Orleans I believe you should meet the man that started it all, Niklaus Mikaelson."

"Started it all?" she asked.

"Yes, my family helped built New Orleans," he said in a british accent, which surprised her. "But please call me Klaus."

"There was a guy in the bar today whose last name was Mikaelson." she said.

"It must have been my older brother Elijah."

"Brother? You have a british accent but he doesn't. How does that work out?"

"Elijah's traveled all over the world and he picked up lots of accents, love, and I guess you could say he made his own. I just chose to keep my original one. " Taylor was really liking Klaus' accent. She had always had a thing for british accents on hot guys. "I hate to make this conversation short but I have matters to attend to and I best be getting on my way. Marcel, we'll continue our business later?"

"Of course."

"Excellent. Taylor, it was nice meeting you, love." Klaus took her hand in his and kissed it.

She blushed. "Pleasure's all mine." I think I'm gonna like living here.