This is an alternate universe story focusing on if New Orleans started to go to hell, and if a psychic could help find out what happened. Adding a what if with what happens when that psychic is apart of it.
Most events happened in TVD, except Hayley isn't pregnant. Marcel isn't present at first either, each will be presented quickly.
I do not own The Originals. Just my own characters.
-Chapter One-
If Iris had known that those five words would have brought New Orleans down on her shoulders like a petite atlas, she would not have said them. Instead of being at the lively bar on a rainy April evening, she would be at her cramped apartment hunched over a case file drinking water. Instead, she was here she was with a showdown with a disagreeable man.
"The game is called two truths and a lie," Iris said proudly on her fateful Thursday night. Running a finger around the rim of her empty glass, proudly staring him down. "All you do is tell me three statements, and I tell you the lie. What do you say, Reggie?"
"It's Reginald. Reginald Burmester," Reggie said sourly taking another long drink of his beer.
To Iris, he looked like a balding lion that took a bad turn somewhere. Hair was thinning, and the golden color faded, but he slicked it back. In what was once bright brown eyes in the pictures she had seen from the file, they were fading into something hateful and unsettling. His clothes marked him as important, with a cotton dress shirt and flashing Rolex.
"That is a very fine lawyer's name, Reggie. My name is Iris Caldwell, a name that doesn't inspire awe," she said with a hint of a smile. "That's something you already know since you knew my dad and I'm the ghost of Legal Past."
Erin Rose was noisy, distracting as well as a proud Irish bar on Conti Street in the French Quarter. A football game played on the screens, the fans cheered and booed at their favorite players. Signs hung from wall to ceiling over the bar and around the walls including a bright neon green sign saying 'prescriptions'. Colorful bottles and old memorabilia stood proudly behind the wooden bar.
"Is that your plan? Bait me with a high school game? I'm sure that drink was bought by a crafty fake ID," he countered, steadily growing more restless in playing with his phone in front of him. The thoughts were still coming out as invasive, despite her best attempts.
She can't- I won't- that won't...
Iris analyzed him at this moment she was knowing was close. The thoughts were more coherent and louder. Her mind fought off the buzzed haze, as it processed the information, her mind behind the greedy monster it was.
"What I think is that you know truths that you don't want other people to know. That's making you nervous right now," Iris leaned forward with a knowing smile. "I can hear your thoughts becoming more focused as we speak."
Just like that, her prey snapped, rising suddenly. The chair scraped loudly against across the floor. Reggie's face was steadily turning red as he leaned forward. She felt the effect was lost considering he was close to her own short height.
"This is bigger than you, little girl. You'd do best to walk away now," Reginald said tensely. Dramatically he stormed away bumping into tables and people along the way. She watched him the whole way out.
Somewhere between the stunned sitting on her chair to the walk of shame to the bar, she knew she had messed up. Phased for a moment by the glimmering bottles behind the bar before Talia walked into view. Her tall friend was a beauty, shimmering hair and ideal makeup, the woman could chew you up in a moment.
"You need a drink," Talia said easily, before pushing an Irish whiskey over to her. "That was not bad, though. You got a good rise out of him. I don't know if that will go well for you. I mean, there's a lot of bad rumors out there about him."
Gonna need to pray for her tonight.
"Bad rumors?" Iris asked, her grasp slacking on the grasp of her cold glass. If she just provoked a dirty lawyer, she was fucked. "Um, what sort of bad rumors, Talia?"
A man sat next to her, she glanced at him with an annoyed sound. Talia was instantly over him. He was a handsome man with dark blond hair that gave way to little curls and angular jawline. There was a devilish look in those blue eyes.
"A whiskey, please," he said in a deep voice, a British accent still thicker.
"Of course," Talia giggled, grabbing a glass she poured extra slowly keeping eye contact with him. Handing the drink to him carefully. She leaned forward in attention grabbing move. "Anything else for you, handsome?"
"Oh, God," Iris muttered under her breath. Taking her drink she took a strong swig, letting the burn take her mind for a moment. Pulling out her phone, she began looking for the right app for something, she just didn't know what it was right now.
"There is, you can give your lovely friend and me five minutes to talk without interruption," he said with a devil may care smile. He seemed to catch her eye and immediately Talia smiled and walked away without a thought.
There were only static sounds from him.
Iris stared after Talia and then looked back to him. Only static, and tenacious Talia walked away, she had only seen this once in her life and that had ended in an incident that had changed her entire life.
"What are you?" Iris asked with surprising courage, leaning back away from the bar.
Devil gave a chuckle, easily taking a drink before placing the drink down. "That is a story all in itself, that I'd gladly tell you. I must admit that I am impressed with your ability. I'd like to offer a deal."