Magic in the Quarter
by Erin Salvatore
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries or the Originals. I'm just borrowing. The only things I own are the story and the OC (even though she was created by TheIrishShipperholic).
Note: Yeah, I'm not an Elijah fan anymore, but my mind was bugging me to create a story starring him. The plot is this: Amelia Spencer is a young witch who just arrived in New Orleans from London. She doesn't know what to expect. That is, until she catches the eye of Elijah Mikaelson.
Don't ask, just take it as it's written.
Chapter 1
French Quarter...
Amelia Spencer smiled as she walked through the streets of New Orleans. She had just arrived from London, having left to better her magic, and so far, she seemed to be enjoying what the Quarter had to offer. As she continued to walk dow the street, she passed by some shops that sold all kinds of herbs that could be used for potions or even for certain spells. Amelia smiled and walked into one shop in particular to see if she could maybe buy some herbs. When she walked in, she noticed that the owner was eyeing her curiously, but wasn't too sure why. Shrugging her shoulders, she went about her business. Finally, as she was still browsing, she looked over her right shoulder and saw that said owner was in front of her.
"May I ask why you're looking at me like that, love?"
The woman then replied, "It's just that I'm curious. I've never seen you around here before."
"That's because I'm not," said Amelia. "I just arrived here yesterday. I'm originally from London." She switched hands from around her grimoire to hold it out in front of the woman. "I'm Amelia, Amelia Spencer. Who might you be?"
"I'm Sophie Deveraux."
"It's very nice to meet you, Sophie," said Amelia. "Now that we've introduced ourselves, I'd like to purchase some of your finest herbs to use for my spells." She saw the look on Sophie's face. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, but I think I should warn you about something," said Sophie. "Witches in the Quarter are being persecuted for using magic."
"Persecuted?" said Amelia. "By whom, may I ask?"
"A vampire by the name of Marcel Gerard," said Sophie. "He passed a law here stating that any witch caught practicing magic will be put to death. That's why if we do practice magic, it has to be where Marcel and his minions can't get to us, and a time where they're not roaming about."
Amelia nodded, even though she didn't quite like what she was being told. She never met this Marcel Gerard character and already she found herself hating him for the way her fellow witches were being treated.
Finally, she said, "Well, I appreciate the warning, Sophie. I'll make sure that I steer clear of this Marcel. I don't particularly like what he's doing, especially not to our kind."
Sophie nodded as well. "Good. Tell you what, because you're new here, I won't charge you for anything you buy here. Consider it a way of saying, 'Welcome to the Quarter.'" She saw that Amelia was about to protest. "Ah, ah, I insist."
"Thank you, Sophie," said Amelia. "I hope to see you again soon."
That being said, Amelia grabbed the herbs that she needed and walked out of the store, her basket in hand. Upon exiting the store, she looked through the things she had purchased and didn't pay attention to where she was going, because the next thing she knew, she was colliding with something hard, and before she fell to the ground, a firm hand grabbed her and pulled her up.
"My apologies, I didn't see you there."
Amelia then heard a soft accented voice speaking and looked to see a man in front of her. Good God in Heaven, he was certainly handsome, with short brown hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, deep brown eyes that she could lose herself in, and a body that, although it was covered in the tailored suit he was wearing, looked like it was made for hours of wild, passionate, primal sex, and lips she could imagine herself kissing and nibbling.
"No, it was my fault," she replied. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing." She cleared her throat. "Oh, silly me, I forgot my manners. I'm Amelia Spencer."
The man smiled. "It's good to meet you, Amelia Spencer." He gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson."
Amelia blinked at the mention of his name. "The Elijah Mikaelson? I've heard about you. Your family is practically royalty where I come from."
"We're wealthy, yes, but I hardly call us royalty."
"Your name still demands respect, though." She sighed. "Anyway, I'm new here in New Orleans. I just arrived yesterday. I don't know if you could tell from the items in my hands, but I'm a witch and I'm looking to perfect my magic."
"I thought as much when I saw you exit Sophie Deveraux's shop."
"She also warned me about a man named Marcel Gerard. I don't suppose you've heard of him?"
"Unfortunately, yes," said Elijah. "He's a vampire that is sired to my brother, Niklaus." He saw the look in her eyes. "You've heard of him as well, judging from your reaction to his name. His reputation precedes him. Fortunately, he has found happiness recently, with a blonde vampire named Caroline Forbes."
Amelia smiled. "Well, at least he has a lady love in his life." She looked at her watch and bit back a curse. Was it that late already? "I'd hate to cut this short, Elijah, but I have to go. I'm staying in a hotel in town and I..."
"I have a better idea," said Elijah. "Why not stay with me? My family has a mansion in the Garden District and it has plenty of room."
"I don't want to impose."
"You won't be imposing, love," said Elijah. "It's better than staying at some hotel. Plus, we can protect you from Marcel."
"Very well, you talked me into it," said Amelia. "I'll stay with you and your family at your mansion."
Elijah nodded and for a few minutes, he looked at the woman in front of him. She was very beautiful, with long, wavy dark blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the light, brown eyes that were so mesmerizing that even the strongest man could get weak in the knees with a single glance, a body that he imagined himself caressing under the sheets of his bed after a night of hot, passionate, primal sex, and lips he was tempted to kiss.
After a bit of a long silence, he cleared his throat and offered his arm. "Shall we, my lady?"
Amelia smiled. "We shall, my lord."
Elijah laughed slightly at that and, taking her grimoire and other things in his free hand, he escorted her out of the Quarter and to the Mikaelson mansion.
Note: I know, I know, I shouldn't start a new story when I've got others, but I had this in mind for a while and thought I'd go forward with it. Anyway, it's a crossover with the Vampire Diaries, so there's Klaroline in it, and no Hayley or baby, even though with the way my muse is acting, there's a chance that could happen later in the story with Amelia. But, that's later, for now, Elijah and Amelia have met.
ENJOY!
