Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals or any characters related to the Vampire Diaries. They belong to Julie Plec and L. J. Smith.

This is a repost of Love Me Like You.

You're all probably gonna hate me but I've started this story again, I just wasn't that happy at all with how this would work out and it wasn't turning out to how I had planned it. So here we are third times, the charm.

Chapter One: Desperate for Help.

Hurrying down the dark streets, Sophie Deveraux moved as quickly as she could hoping that her actions weren't being watched by any that would wish to follow her; her clothes clung to her body still wet from her dip into the pool. Things had not gone as planned and Sophie knew that if things were to remain in her favour and the Harvest girls resurrected then they had to do something to turn the tide.

Their plan to force the Mikaelsons to help them gain back control of New Orleans had backfired earlier that evening with Agnes had tried to take control of the situation. Things had been planned out so very carefully and now it had been all for nothing with the connection between herself and the pregnant Hayley Marshall had been broken.

Now there was little that could be done to force the Mikaelsons to work with them, they were drastically running out of time and Sophie knew that she had to be the one to fix it. It was her fault that the original Harvest hadn't been successful and that her niece was now dead along with her sister who had risked everything to bring the Mikaelsons here.

Shaking her head as thoughts of her sister, she wished that Jane-Anne was here with her now as she made her way to the last hope that she had of getting help. They had approached her before and the woman had refused to help them, she was disgusted with what the French Quarter Coven had done to keep their power and wanted nothing to do with them. Just as she was about to turn down the final street, Sophie paused sensing that she wasn't alone anymore; she turned around to find Sabine Laurant watching her with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Sophie asked eyeing Sabine, she was surprised to see the other woman especially after what had happened only a few hours earlier. It had been her prediction that had led to what had happened today, they were no better off and the last Coven elder had been killed by Elijah Mikaelson for her actions.

"The same reason you are here," Sabine replied, she looked passed Sophie towards the house that sat just a little down the road; to the eye nothing seemed special about the home that belonged to Eliza Danvers. However, once you got to know the woman that lived there and her family history then there was no ignoring who lived there and just what they were capable of.

The two of them were silent for a moment, both thinking of what they could loss if they didn't convince Eliza to help them; they were quickly running out of time and they didn't know where else to turn. The coven was in disarray and nothing that could be done to bring back the elders that they had lost; the war against the vampires had left them shattered beyond repair for the moment.

Nodding her head, Sophie followed Sabine as they approached the quant house; the garden was a bit of a mess having been ignored recently due to Eliza's ill health. The woman refused help from any of the witches that came to her from the coven, she knew better than to accept knowing they would want something in return from her.

Reaching the front door, Sabine knocked and listened out for the sound of Eliza coming to the door; she stepped back a little while Sophie lingered on the steps waiting for Eliza to appear. The door opened, and Eliza stared down at the two witches that stood on her doorstep, she didn't know why they had come but she wasn't in the mood to deal with them.

"Eliza… we are in desperate need of your help," Sophie pleaded, she remembered times when she had visited the old woman when she was younger. It had been kinder times and Sophie had often enjoyed listening to the stories that Eliza told her of the past; it had been magical, and had been the reason Sophie had slowly turned on her coven. She wanted to be like the witches that Eliza had told her about and the darkness that seemed to consume her coven had only pushed her further away cultivating in the moment that three girls including her niece were sacrificed while the fourth was now missing.

"I told you last time. I want nothing to do with the lot of ya," Eliza insisted, her dark eyes peering at them not wanting them here; the last thing she needed was the vampires to start paying more attention to her. It had been quite some time since she had actively practiced magic, Eliza was very aware of Marcel Gerard's rules when it came to magic now that he ruled over the Quarter with an iron fist.

It had been quite some time since she had actively practiced magic, Eliza was very aware of Marcel Gerard's rules when it came to magic now that he ruled over the Quarter with an iron fist. The whispers that the Originals were in town, did little to calm her nerves and she knew that it would only end badly if vampires thought that she was a threat. Sophie stepped forward, she was prepared to get on her knees and beg for Eliza's help; she was desperate, and she would do anything that the woman asked.

"Who is it Grams?" called a voice from inside the house causing Eliza to clutch at the door, she looked behind her and prayed that her granddaughter would not come to the door. It had been a wonderful surprise to have her come and visit, Evelyn had been so busy with her studies and Eliza was proud to see that her line would not die out.

Evelyn's mother was human and when she had been born, Eliza had been frightened that their line of witches would end with her until Evelyn had been born. She reminded Eliza so much of herself when she was younger, and she knew that as the last members of their line that they had so much depending on them. It was extremely unlikely that Evelyn's two brothers would produce any witches, they both took after their father too much for that to happen which meant that it all lay on Evelyn's shoulders.

"No one dear…" Eliza called back, she stepped back into her home and offered Sabine and Sophie a wary look; she had no intentions of humouring them when there was so much at stake. Evelyn was only in town for a week with her friend visiting and Eliza had warned her against using her magic in fear of what might happen if Marcel discovered her.

Offering one last look at the two, Eliza shut the door as Evelyn appeared in the hallway to see if everything was alright; they had been about to sit down for dinner when there had been a knock at the door. Sophie cursed as she turned and walked away from the porch, she had no idea what she was going to do now; there had to be some way to save them all before it was too late.

"What are we going to do now?" Sophie asked reaching the gate, she didn't see the smile that formed on Sabine's face as she continued to stare at the door. While Sophie had been too far back to see who had been in the house, Sabine had been close enough and it had given her an idea on how to get things back on track.

"I have an idea," Sabine mused her eyes fixed on the house, if Eliza was going to help them then there was always another Danvers witch that would. Sophie turned to look at Sabine, she almost didn't want to ask what she had planned as she didn't want to risk getting her hopes up; she watched the older witch walk towards her with a smile on her face. There was much to be done if they were going to make this work and they had to be quick about it; there was no telling just what would happen if they succeeded.

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