Chapter 3: The Witch, The Ripper, The Wolf

Violet had been standing outside of the Mikaelson compound for at least an hour. She eventually sunk down to the outside of the gate and rested watching all of the people run by. Most were surprised when they saw a woman standing there but she didn't see a face that she knew.

After resting all day yesterday, she knew it was time to pay the Mikaelson sister a visit even though she was nowhere to be found. Violet had already planned out her day and it seemed like it was already starting off on the wrong foot. Either Freya knew that Violet was brought back or she really wasn't staying there at all. The girl was hiding somewhere and she didn't have any idea on where to look. She would have a spell around her so it's not like she could go to Vincent for anything. Besides that, she couldn't get in the place as the gates wouldn't budge, more than likely a protection spell.

Huffing loudly, the vampire had gotten up and brushed herself off. She was at least in one of her favorite seasons and the weather seemed to be nice for January. Violet was also glad that she still fit in with everyone's clothing because she never wanted to change her style. Wearing her torn jeans, white t-shirt and black leather jacket, she had the vampire look down.

Moving away from the building she remembered another place that she had on her list and luckily for her it was right down the street. People had answered around town and she was determined to figure out what she needed to know.

Staring outside of the Jardin Gris, it occurred to Violet that she had never stepped foot in that store before. The witches were never welcome to the vampires and she could only remember Thierry being the one without an issue. Opening the door and hearing the bells jingle on the door, a smirk played on her lips knowing this was going to be fun.

The place was packed from head to toe of witch ingredients, most things Violet already knew. That always made her a deadly chess piece because she had brushed up on her facts during the 50's when Marcel had a witch problem going on. She had studied the magic in New Orleans even though she couldn't perform any of it. Violet moved quietly over to a rack in the other side of the room acting as if she was a curious customer.

The girl behind the desk was helping someone and Violet wanted to wait for the person to leave before making any movement. Once the person left, she hadn't said anything to her so she wondered if the witch knew who she was.

"If you wanted to make a potion you are looking at the right spot. Maybe you want to cast evil on someone or make someone fall in love with you. Whatever you are looking for is right there"

The girls' voice was soft and she had to be no more than sixteen years old. She looked like one of the old witches Violet knew and she wondered if she was related to one of them by chance. She had rich brown skin and black hair twisted into braids. The girl was beautiful and Violet almost felt bad for what she wanted to do but at the moment she didn't care.

"Is it true that vervain works against vampires?" Violet asked then looked over at her.

She had shifted a little behind the table then leaned forward. "Um that's what I've heard but I haven't used it yet..."

Violet smiled politely then walked over to the table. The girl was an inch shorter and she had a long gown. "I've got a question that I need you to answer" She paused looking down at her name tag to read it, it said Lex. "I'm looking for a girl named Freya Mikaelson. She lives at the compound and she isn't home so I was wondering if you knew where she was?"

Lex had shifted once again and lifted her arms off of the table. She hadn't answered back and just looked at Violet, curious on whom she was. The vampire had laughed lightly and placed her hands on her hips. "Oh I'm sorry, the name's Violet"

"I know who you are, you're the Ripper"

Violet's smile still had not faded and she nodded in agreement. "It's nice to know people still know my name around here. I'd love to just get my answer without any blood being spilt so do you have any idea where she is?"

"I know the stories about you and your boyfriend and from what I've heard they aren't anything good. I don't know who you are talking about but I'm asking you to leave, please"

Narrowing her eyes, Violet was debating on compelling her but she knew that her statement about vervain was false if she knew she was a vampire. It looked like things were going to go in a different way than she hoped. She might have been telling the truth about Freya but Violet was going to resort to other things.

"You see Lex, when I don't get my way things become a little messy and a little bloody so I want you to do me a little favor if you don't mind of course" Stepping right across from her, she placed her palms on the wooden table and leaned in to the girl. "I need someone resurrected and all the witches in this city are refusing to help. I know you practice magic because if you didn't you wouldn't be working here. I want you to help my friend Vincent cast a spell to bring him back to life. Would you do that for me?"

Lex had shaken her head a little which made some of her braids fall off of her shoulder. The girl was frightened which meant she probably never had an encounter with a vampire before. She wasn't going to give in because she knew that witches were supposed to stand their ground. The problem was that she was too afraid to even attempt to use magic at the moment.

"What if I say no?"

Violet's eyes had darkened a little and she began to realize this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. She needed to figure out some sort of way to convince this girl to say yes. "I have to admit for a young witch you really don't want to cross a vampire, especially me"

Her fangs had popped out along with the veins dropping underneath her eyes. The red started to show, fading her own natural green color. Lex's eye had widened and she threw her hand out to do something but Violet quickly caught it before she could say anything.

In a flash, the vampire was gone and the bells on the door played a loud but eerie tune and Lex was in disbelief as to what happened. Moving from behind the counter, she was going to lock the door before anything else was to happen next. Unfortunately for her Violet had come back and shoved the girl to the ground.

"Oh look what I have…A friend of yours perhaps?" Violet said holding tight a girl that looked much younger than Lex. Flipping the lock, the other witch moved back behind the counter just in case Violet tried grabbing her. "Do you know her? And I want an answer so don't try anything"

She waited for Lex to respond but in turn she got silence. "If you don't answer me I will tear her head off and frame you for what I did. Do you know her?" She repeated.

Lex shook her head quickly. "No, I've never seen her before"

Violet had to question if she was telling the truth since she couldn't compel the answers she wanted. The twelve year old girl was shaking and staring at Lex, Violet assumed they were sisters because she knew that she was also a witch.

"Well now we have a problem" She paused asking the name of the girl she was holding. "You see, Lex here doesn't want to help me bring back an old friend, kind of rude isn't it Molly? I know a way to get her to say yes so all I want you to do is stay calm, quit crying and don't scream" Violet was hoping that the compulsion would work and it did in her favor. Molly had slowly stopped crying and instead turned to Violet.

"Can't you find another witch? I'm not that old yet so I can't do anything you want"

"You have enough power to help Vincent; you're still fresh enough in the field. Alright, yes or no Lex. I'm hoping it's a yes because I'm starting to get a little hungry just standing here"

Lex was trying to think of a spell off of the top of her head but yet she was still too afraid to do anything. She wasn't sure what to do because she didn't want to get wrapped in a vampire's business that she didn't even know. There were stories that were spoken throughout the last three years about Marcel and Violet but they were only stories.

Violet was feeling disappointed that she wasn't answering and in fact it started rubbing her the wrong way. Three years ago she probably would have already gotten an answer but it seemed that no one was going to fear her anymore. "Good thing Marcel isn't here because I really think he would hate this"

Letting her fangs pop out again, she swiftly bit into the girls' neck and drank as fast as she could. The quicker the girl became weak, the more it would push Lex to help her. Lex didn't want any harm to come to the young girl so she blurted it out.

"Alright! Let her go and I'll help you!"

Violet pulled her fangs out of her throat and smiled at her, a bloody smile at that. "See, was that so bad? We could have avoided this if you would have answered in the first place"

Biting into her wrist, she made the girl drink watching the wound disappear. "Nothing happened. You came in here to look around and you left. Just don't get killed because I really don't want to play Interview with a Vampire. Got it?"

Once she let Molly go, she flew out of the building without another glance back. Looking around the witch store for something, she found a white cloth that she wiped her mouth off with. "I'll come back to you when I need you and I wouldn't tell anyone about this. You run, you die. You tell, I'll rip your tongue out first and then kill you. I always get what I want no matter what it takes. See ya Lex"

Doing a faint wave, she backed out of the store feeling good about herself. If her emotions were on she wouldn't have done that but she was in her usual carefree spirit. Violet had one thing accomplished already and it was time for her next thing, shopping. That was something she loved about the French Quarter, you could find the most random things to buy.

She had gone to different stores and booths before stopping at one with a bunch of jewelry. There was a rack of necklaces hanging and they looked identical to the ones she and her sisters had. Violet smiled at the thought and grabbed three colors, red, pink and of course purple.

As she leaned forward to grab them, she was nearly knocked into the table by someone who shoved her hard. Growling lowly, she whipped around to see who it was.

"Sorry, didn't see you there" A man said with a faint smirk on his lips. Narrowing her eyes, she wasn't amused nor in the mood. "Oh did you need help with those?"

He leaned forward to grab them, too close for her comfort. Violet then figured out he was a werewolf due to his scent and she almost had a flashback of her time with Jake. He had short, spikey brown hair and a little scruff to his face. He wasn't bad looking but of course he was a wolf.

"No I didn't so hand them over and shoo" She went to grab them from his hand but he pulled it back before she could.

"You didn't ask nicely. See I heard about how you didn't have manners most of the time and if you want the necklaces you ask like a human being. Here, let's roleplay. You say, oh that was nice of you to get these for me. Now may I please have them to buy?"

"Leave her alone Dakota, you have no reason to start anything"

A female had stepped over to his side and looked Violet over. She had seemed familiar for some reason but couldn't quite put her finger on whom she was. She then began to wonder if they were related but they looked far from it…But she was another wolf.

"Oh I was just trying to entertain the girl here. I mean, we wouldn't want our streets painted red would we?"

Violet had shaken her head at his words in surprise. "What do you mean your streets? I highly doubt wolves decided to take over the Quarter"

"You'd be surprised at what we can do. I of course can show you later tonight if you want. I heard you had a thing for wolves back in the day" She couldn't help but laugh at his boldness but it wasn't exactly a nice laugh. "Actually I think you had a thing for my Father right?"

Her smile had faded and Violet's face had gone blank. By looking at Dakota there was a comparison to Jake but she wasn't aware that he had a son that would be that old. They had the same looks but he had a little darker tone to his face. When he smiled at her reaction, her heart had sunk a little noticing how much they did look alike.

"Dakota, leave the vampire alone and let's go. I don't know why you told her that"

He shrugged his shoulders looking at the other woman. "Are you becoming jealous? Hey, I'm just being nice to the woman here, excuse me for being so polite" Turning back to Violet, he flashed her another smile. "Seriously though, take me up on the offer. I'm sure your boy wouldn't mind it"

He then looked around expecting Marcel to pop out of nowhere. It seemed that no one knew he was still gone as she was the only one roaming around. Violet took the opportunity to snatch the necklaces back which made him turn back to her. "I promise I won't bite" Winking at her, the red headed female grabbed his upper arm and yanked him away.

"I do!" Violet called back then quickly reverted back to the shelf. She wasn't sure what exactly just happened and she didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

Dakota and the werewolf had headed back to the bayou after their encounter with Violet. Once they arrived, there were two people waiting for them in return.

"Did you find her?" A man at least ten years older than Dakota asked looking between them.

"Yeah but Celestia ruined the fun I was starting to have" Looking over at the red head, she rolled her eyes.

"Well if Mr. Casanova here wasn't flirting with her I wouldn't have had an issue. Bradi clearly told us to not talk to her and there you were trying to get in her pants"

The wolf Bradi had his eyebrows raised at the revelation he had just found out. He wasn't sure what to do because werewolves and vampires were still on bad terms. "Explain D…"

Dakota scoffed then shook his head. "She's cute, so what? You think I'm going to fall head over heels for a girl that almost got my Dad killed all those years ago?"

"He's got something good going though if you think about it" A female named Mara said sitting next to Bradi thinking of something. They had been the so called alpha couple of their pack and were the ones pulling the strings for the last few years. They were husband and wife and a forced to be reckoned with. "Let's use this to our advantage here. Where's Marcel?"

"We didn't see him; it was just her at one of the stands in the Quarter. Either he was not with her or he is still yet to be found" Celestia said taking a seat next to Mara.

"You never saw one without the other…" Bradi spoke to himself as it was just a thought. It was the truth because they were usually side by side. The people of New Orleans still didn't know exactly what happened or that they were dead. Some believed it, some didn't. It was just a matter of perspective.

"Feel like putting yourself in a love triangle?" Dakota turned his head in amusement to Mara. "Think about it? Make Dakota use whatever charm he has to pull her in which only is going to cause trouble for them in the long run. Let her think you love her, I mean it is every girl's weakness, right?"

All of them had turned to her actually entertained by the idea. For them they wanted to keep the control they had not only over the vampires but over all the other packs in New Orleans. They also didn't want Marcel and Violet to take back everything so they had to fight in their own way.

Dakota had to think it over before nodding in agreement. "Oh alright, I'm sure I'm good enough to pull her in. I think I'll be able to get her to fall for me"

"With what charm? You have none" Celestia said with a laugh. He was going to have a hard time pulling her in but if it happened the first time who said it wouldn't happen a second?