Extended Summary - Madelyn Jones, a powerful and upcoming witch, moves to New Orleans to escape the demons of her past, but runs into new and possibly more frightening ones instead. The city she thought was completely carefree and content is truly plagued by a tyrant of a vampire; Marcel. Determined to free the witches and beat the vampires, she meets some old friends and new along the way. But when she begins to develop feelings for the biggest demon of all, a Hybrid Original named Niklaus, she thinks that it can't get any worse. That is until the demons of her past come back to haunt her.

A/N: Hey guys! Yes, I know! A new story when I haven't updated my others in, well, forever? I know it's mean but I have just lost interest in Teen Wolf unfortunately. However, The Originals and The Vampire Diaries have been my favourites for ages! I just never got around to writing enough of a fic to post! Anyone enough rambling. I hope you enjoy.

Just some quick, important facts -

This is an AU. Some things are different to better accomodate where I want this story to go. For example, there were five girls sacrificed in the Harvest ritual instead of four, giving Davina more power. And Rebekah left Mystic Falls about two months prior to Episode 1 of the Originals and did some travelling before coming to New Orleans. Other differentiations will come to light as the story progresses.

Thank you my loves!

New Orleans was a beautiful, bustling city with festivities all day and music all night. Everyone was a grinning, love-struck fool, fallen for The Big Easy and its spectacular party scene.

It was the perfect place to take my mind off recent tragedies and the perfect place to start anew. I walked through the renowned French Quarter and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. The jovial atmosphere seeped into my bones, prying out any remaining despair and replacing it with a somewhat temporary - but nonetheless enjoyable - happiness.

The sun was flaming on the horizon, the city was alive with music and I decided to leave my worries behind me and enjoy the rest of my day. I could pick up my troubles on the way back to my new apartment.

I had pre-applied, and been accepted, for a job working in a small, souvenir store in the Quarter, but I didn't start for a month, giving me ample time to settle in and get unpacked. I didn't really need the money, I had inherited plenty as of late, but I had decided to put off college till next year and needed something to do in my spare time.

I strolled down the street, past buskers and happy couples. I spotted a man fiddling with a boom box and trying valiantly to figure out why it wasn't, well, booming music. I clicked my fingers as I walked past and suddenly it burst to life, spilling some derogatory, catchy rap song into the already loud street.

"Hey!" A man caught my attention as he brushed past. He held up a pamphlet which read 'The Abattoir - Where the party never ends'. "I'll see you there," he said, grinning. I laughed and grabbed the piece of paper out of his hand, but as I did my fingers brushed his own and an ice cold foreboding trickled down my body. My smile dropped, every muscle in me tightening. He felt like…like death. "You right?" he questioned, noting my abrupt change in demeanour.

I put on a fake smile, something I'd become very good at, and said, "Yeah of course. I'll be there." He gave me a charming wink and continued on his way, leaving me standing in the street and feeling rather terrible.

I continued walking, rather dazed, after a few moments, however I couldn't shake the cold and dreadful feeling. I decided that an investigation was in order. Perhaps he was some kind of witch - a bad kind.

No, even the most evil witches don't feel like that. He was something else. Something I didn't know of.

I hated not knowing things.

Hastily, I made my way back home. I needed to change before heading to 'The Abattoir'. I nearly scoffed at myself. A mere day and I was already looking for trouble. Curiosity really was going to kill the cat.

I pulled open my fridge, a breeze of cold air skimming along my olive skin. I frowned. It was nearly completely bare - a half empty tub of butter, an open can of Coke and an old lemon. I would have to go grocery shopping, but in the meantime I pulled out the lemon and placed it on the bench. I lifted my hands over it and my emerald eyes fluttered shut.

My lips mouthed the words, "Sicut etiam ad aquam et ignem igne cinis elementi mutare itemei alii," unintelligible to any normal human's ears, but nonetheless a language that came fluently to me, having learnt it since I was a small child.

I opened my eyes and crimson lips stretched over pearl white teeth in a grin. A perfect, red apple sat in the place where the lemon had once been. I picked it up and sunk my teeth into it, strolling over to look at myself in the full length mirror.

My eyes were drawn to my black, tight dress. I glanced at my red apple and clicked my fingers, muttering a few more incantations. Between one beat of my heart and the next, the dress changed colour, from the midnight black to a perfectly rosy red.

Now, I thought, I'm ready for a party.

The young witch paced restlessly, pushing a distressed hand through her stunning brown locks.

"Hey D-"

"Marcel!" She exclaimed when the vampire finally entered the room. "Finally!"

"What's wrong?" Concern immediately creased his face at her frantic demeanour.

"There's a witch using magic in the Quarter!" Davina rushed.

"Who?" he demanded.

"I don't know. She's not one of the New Orleans witches. She doesn't channel ancestral magic. She feels completely different. Marcel, she feels….powerful," Davina explained, her wide doe-like eyes staring up at her saviour, her guardian.

Marcel thought for a few moments, processing the information and deciding on what course of action to enact next. "What does she look like?"

"I drew her," Davina pulled down a large piece of paper, handing it to the vampire. The picture, a skilled drawing of a young, beautiful woman in black crayon, was all Marcel had to go on, but he was determined to find her. He snapped a photo of the art on his phone for easy access before handing the drawing back to Davina.

"I'll find her and I'll kill her," he promised, going to turn away. Davina reached out and grasped his arm to halt him.

"Wait! She's not like those other witches. She's not going to be that easy to kill," Davina insisted. "Besides - the old ones, the dangerous ones you told me about - just arrived in town and she arrives just days later? That can't be a coincidence. You should try and capture her, bring her back here and I'll question her."

"D, it's not safe-"

"Marcel, I'm serious. She's…she's something else. Something different. Powerful. And she knows what she's doing. We could use her," Davina said and when the vampire still didn't look convinced, she added, "They don't scare me, but I want the Originals gone. They don't belong here. And she just might be the advantage - or leverage - that we need."

The club was a pulsating, rhythmic creature, rearing its fickle head in time with the overtly loud music.

The last time I was somewhere like this was with Lucy, my brain insisted on bringing up my lost best friend. The grief at the re-arisen memory staggered me for a moment. We were so happy that night - over 6 months ago now. We thought we were so smart using our fake ID's, dancing with men far too old for us and drinking alcohol far too strong for us.

Now, as I pulled out the forged driver's licence that stated I was 21 instead of 18, I didn't feel a single thrill of joy. Slipping through the crowd, I attempted to re-feign the happiness that I had felt earlier that day, but now that the mood had melted away, it was near impossible to push it back together.

I instead decided to focus on the task at hand. I wanted to find that man and try and probe into the strange premonition I had felt earlier. I was good at that stuff and perhaps if I could get him drunk, I may even be able to enter his mind. It was much easier to do when someone was distracted or intoxicated, near impossible when they were on high alert. I thought, briefly, that perhaps I was looking for trouble that wasn't really there. The man, after all, could just be a bad person. Maybe he was just heartless - sometimes, witches could touch someone and feel the essence of their personality. But what he had felt was more than that…it wasn't his personality, it was his being, his very existence. A shiver passed down my spine.

No, I'm not imagining this. Whatever he is, it's real.

I swept my gaze across the writhing crowd of people. It may be harder to find him than originally anticipated. The strobing light threw off my vision and even then, there were over a hundred people. It was a strange place to have a club, really. There were a few staircases leading up to the internal veranda that wrapped around the whole second level. The large space of the bottom floor was what created the dance floor, with a bar off to my left. It seemed more like a kind of castle than a club, but it was rather endearing and clearly most of the people didn't mind.

I scanned the room vigilantly, trying to blend in. It was only after a few minutes of a part of my brain nagging me that I turned around and looked up. My eyebrows furrowed.

A built, dark-skinned, handsome man was standing on the second level, leaning on the balcony railing and staring directly at me. I shifted slightly, uncomfortable. I moved back through the floundering pack of bodies, trying to see if his gaze would wonder to someone else. But it didn't, staying firmly on me. It only left me for a moment as he pulled out his phone, looking at something before his eyes fell back on me. The sixth sense that only witches posses was telling me to leave, to go home and lock the door behind me. Five months ago I had ignored that sixth sense, that small conscience - and it had been a fatal mistake, one I would not make again.

I turned my back and as quickly as possible began squeezing between people to head for the exit. When I finally made it, I glanced back over my shoulder to see if the man was still looking at me, but he was gone, vanished from where he stood and no where in sight - not walking down a staircase or making his way through the crowd. Just gone.

My stomach churned nervously. I hurried out the door and into the fresh air of the night.

A/N: So what are you guys thinking? Good? Bad? Continue? Stop? Please leave a review and tell me! This will be a Klaus/OC pairing (perhaps with a few other flirtations thrown in there) but I will not rush it. It's not a slow burn as such but I will build it up and make it realistic. I hope.

Until next time my friends! Adios!