Bayou Magic
The French Quarter and all of its inhabitance have been on edge since the Mikaelsons had returned to town with an expecting she-wolf in tow. The quarter vampires lead by Marcel have been walking on eggshells since their leader was being buddy-buddy with the Original hybrid while the witches have been lurking in the shadows to see if Niklaus was a worthy ally or a threat. The original sibling had been holding up in a distant plantation home with the wolf being watched by the female Mikaelsons, Rebekah, and dealing with her own identity crisis of being from the city but was sent away as a baby. Hailey, the knocked-up she-wolf in question, had been doing research with the help of Sophie Devereaux, an ancestral roots practice witch along with Rebekah and found her pack had been driven out of town and placed under a curse.
This love, this love
This love, this love
This love, this
While the supernatural community were on their toes anticipating a brawl, they didn't notice a new-comer breeze into town under the radar. The stranger knew of all the happenings and going-on of the powerholders and game players but paid no mind to them. Their mission was different and didn't involve the screaming children of the quarter, but the hidden children of the bayou…
This love looks like a loaded gun
A noose around my neck or a sweet poison
Hailey was excited to have met her pack and family but was disappointed and angered to have found out that not only that they were cursed but also that she was originally in an arranged marriage with the alpha, Jackson, when she was born. Hailey believed in freedom and not having people controlling her fate and decisions but couldn't change her currant situation due to the fact that she was under lock-and-key for carrying Klaus' child. Being trapped in the large white plantation house on the outskirts of the quarter, she had no power with both Klaus and his sister Rebekah keeping an eye on her while Elijah was still missing from the situation. With little contact from the outside world, the occasional visits from Sophie or willing witches for help, did help with her nerves or mind racing due to the imprisonment while Klaus was traversing the French quarter trying to regain control from his 'son' Marcel. What the she-wolf wasn't paying attention to the hint of magic in the surrounding woods and trees and the faint smell of wisteria flowers that was carried by the breeze…
If it gets in the wrong hands, then we're fucked
The quarter was bustling with tourists and locals of all factions in the strong sun, shops and cafes filled with bodies and giving good business to the owners and keeps. History tours in full swing, hiding the secret citizens that were minding their own business while also keeping an eye on rivals and enemies in the vicinity. A tall, wiry pale man with curly locks was meandering down one of the streets that led to Bourbon Street; taking in the atmosphere while also looking for his destination of a hole-in-the-wall bar that housed nightwalkers for daylight hours. Under the midday sun, Klaus found the entrance and moved towards it, making sure that no attention was on him while he entered the dimly light bar smoke swirling the air as some of the occupants lounged around the place. Some were seated at the bar, siting at tables or at pool tables paying a round while most of their eyes were focused on the new comer and stayed there while he moved towards the back of the brick structure, towards the bodies that were in the makeshift lounge that housed a group of men with his target in the center. The vampires of the circle turned toward the hybrid while Marcel continued the conversation with one of his day-walkers, who also turned towards his maker's maker, causing Marcel to also turn and end the topic while smiling at the new addition. Unbeknownst to the advanced senses of both vampires and hybrids, none of them notices the subtle charge that was now in the air…
'Cause heaven knows what you do to me
You could chain me up or set me free
Night was falling was the full moon was rising onto the sky, supernatural creatures coming out to prowl with the humans still out and about in town. The compound was being filled vampires and witches retreating to homes or the cemetery while everyone occupied the bars and clubs that were open with alcohol flowing abundant. The bayous and swamps were also coming to life with the resident werewolves take human form for the month as per their curse. The Crescent pack was preparing for their monthly bonfire, men were building the fire while others were cooking or running to get necessary items for the night. Some of the wolves were patrolling the area for any threats while the higher ups were discussing the usual topics and business of running the pack. Jackson, alpha of the pack and his beta Oliver were talking while drinking some beer as the last rays of light vanished under the Spanish Moss-covered treetops.
Meanwhile…
And you could suffocate or let me breathe, yeah
Baby, you could be the death of me
Deeper in the swamp, also near one of the multiple banks in a clearing surrounded by trees, housed a cabin and a strong bonfire illuminating the entire space with color as it reflected off the being standing in front of it. The mysterious figure was smaller than a man but a little taller than a child, moving along the edge of the burning wood with long tresses casting shadows along their back and surrounding tree line. Oranges and yellow with red played along with the swirling fabric that covered moving legs and stationary covering around their ample chest as they prepared herbs, powders, and other ingredients that are required for the spell that was going to be attempted this night. With everything set up and ready as well as checking the position of the moon, she sat cross-legged on the dirt in front of the fire; the blaze reflecting off her amber eyes and playing across the span of high cheeks and kissing lips on a lighten sun skin.
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger
Baby, you could be, you could be
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, you could be the death of me
Her waved and kinky caramel tresses rested behind her shoulders as hands worked to pour, mix, crush, and cut with mortar, pestle, knife as well as drop in the dish that rested in her skirt-clad lap. With movements from hands and arms along with chanting and incantations, winds, and color swirled and danced amongst the trees and flames, power accumulating around her as she drew on the forces of nature to bend to her will. With a great shout and arms raised for the part of the ritual, the roaring fire grew in size as well strength with the multi-colored mists surrounding her person and causing her eyes to glow like the blaze as she stood in a fluid motion. Now standing to full height, the winds had died down back to its original breeze and turned to move into the wood, following an invisible string into the bayou…
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger
Baby, you could be the death of me
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, you could be the death of me
The party was in full swing for the werewolf pack of the Crescent, beer flowing and music blaring from speakers as people grouped and mingled together. Jackson was also enjoying the time he had as human, feeling like a normal person after a long month of prowling in wolf form. There was dancing from the younger wolves but mostly just talking with old friends or family that the wolves hadn't seen since last month, much to their annoyance. With their attention not on the surrounding wood, they didn't notice the new scent that entered the territory or that it was heading in towards them at a steady pace. It took a few minutes for the newcomer to get to the outskirts of the clearing and for a few of the wolves to notice a change in the air, turning to the direction it was coming from that drew more to turn. As a figure emerged from the thicket, most of the pack was looking in its direction with someone from Jackson's circle to finally point it out to him was the figure revealed to be female.
One man's hell is another's God
It's all about perspective, a parallax
You're a cold-blooded killer only after dark
But I don't mind (Woo)
The woman was young with a small stature that was covered in a draping wrapped skirt of a light burnt orange and a halter of cream that was more netted with some coverage. She was of a light gold with caramel spiraling and crimped all the way down to her slim waist like a cloak dancing with the wind that accompanied her into the open space. She walked with a sway and swagger that showed off her hips at a saunter with an inaudible beat, mists of green and gold swirled around her hands and glowed in her eyes as she kept moving towards her target. Without breaking eye contact with Jackson, slowly made her way around the pack members; circling some with hand facing them, looking at them while side-stepping, or twirl around them in a sort of dance to get to the tall alpha all the while the mist was trailing in her wake. Finally getting to the higher-ranking wolves' circle, she looked and danced around Gabe and Oliver before stopping in front of Jackson; a smile spreading across her face as she circled him while touching his arm, back or shoulder before returning to his front and slowly tracing his face with both her hand and a tilt of the head.
'Cause I'm a sucker, I'll do 'bout anything
Just to get those hands on me, yeah
Keep me hanging on so desperately
Baby, you could be the death of me
Moving closer towards him, Jackson stood perfectly still with him following her movements with both his eyes and head during this dance and taking a step back when she reached and circled his person. He didn't recognize her face or scent from anywhere and couldn't place a specific smell to describe her overall being, it was like she was made up of pure forest and nature from wind, water, tree, and dirt. He could not deny that this stranger wasn't enthralling and mysterious from the way that she moved around everyone without so's much as a touch or barely a sound along with the shadowing glow of both mist and eyes. She grew closer to him, chest to chest, as she took his face in her hands with a tender stroke of the thumb along the cheek. Jackson was very confused on how this mysterious woman got into camp until she pulled his face down to her lips, closing her eyes while his were wide from shock, giving into the surprised but pleasurable kiss that lasted awhile.
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger
Baby, you could be, you could be
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, could be the death of me
Moving away from the stunned werewolf, she started walking backwards towards the way she came; a look of playful hunger displayed while her hand motions were in the reeling in/ come hither flirty way that drew even more attention to her person. Tension was building the further she got away from him, a smirky grin spreading across her face before coming to a stop a few yards away from the tree line. With a last commanding finger, she made a quick spin and took off into the woods and disappearing into the darkness as the pack gave chase.
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger
Baby, you could be the death of me
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, you could be the death of me
She had gotten a fairly good lead on the pack as they spread to cover more ground while following the mystery woman that kissed their alpha. She loped and dances with the wind that blew through her hair and tossed her skirts. Knowing the parts of the forest close to her cabin, she easily overtook the distance between destination and current location quickly. The pack were also gaining with the faster wolves in the lead, along with Jackson and most of his inner circle, keeping her in sight while leaping, jumping and other manners of vaulting over the tree roots and logs that litter the floor. While the chase was afoot, the crashing and pounding of feet and branches drew the attention of others in the forest; particularly the fair folk that resided in the nature that surrounded the land. Their curiosity peaked and interest in a good show, they started to follow the unaware wolves as they ran after their target. The closer she got to her campfire, the more the wolves started to hear her in the way of giggles, laughter, and skipping feet.
[bridge]
'Cause heaven knows what you do to me, yeah
Let you chain me up or set me free
You could suffocate or let me breathe, babe
You could be the death of me (Woo)
Orange and yellows were beginning to be discerned through the breakage of trees, making that she was mere yards from the bonfire. She picked up speed which the wolves notices while also noticing the newer followers that were now equal with her. The fae used the breeze and air to gain speed and released more magic into the air, intensifying the tension and explosive feeling that was begging to burst. Finally breaking through the trees and taking a lap around the fire, she waited for the pack to enter the clearing already hearing the excitement and exhilaration that the run gave them. The wolves whooped and hollered with the fae of the native woods a hair behind and the air irrupted with energy and magic. Bodies swayed, gyrated, jumped, and undulated in a rave of magical beings feeding off each other as well as the night progressed. Flares of color and light spired the shadows of the fire as the species intermingled with one another with a sole purpose of pleasure.
Heaven knows what you do to me, yeah
Let you chain me up or set me free (Woo)
You could suffocate or let me breathe, babe
You could be the death of me
Music, magic, energy pulsed the area as the partiers continued to rave with bodies connecting and meeting. Even Jackson himself was participating by keeping his mystery girl pressed against his front while his hands wondered her body as her hands tousled and played with his hair and any part she could reach. Kissing and more occurred as the crowd threw hands in the air and night lasted to the changing of dawn, bodies were scattered along the ground with embers still burned in the pit. Light filtered in from the treetops as it revealed more sleeping figures strewn about the grass and groups of both wolves and fairies exposed to the different light levels. Leaning frames propped by trees with others slumped against them including the higher ranked. Jackson found himself reclined without his shirt and glanced down after surveying the area to see his attention-holder passed out on his chest, also without her top but hair acting as a curtain to shield others from the view. A grin overtook his face as tender fingers brushed stray tendrils of hair away from her relaxed face, causing a stir in her state of unconsciousness.
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger
Baby, you could be the death of me
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, you could be the death of me
Amber eyes opened to the morning's sun and was greeted by the human face of the man she was focused on last night. Judging by the way his gaze was lazily glued onto her profile and not on his hand movements, she figured that he hadn't realized that her spell had worked and that he was still in human form instead of the usual wolf. His smiling but still waking up eyes and face continued to peer down at her as his hand played with her hair and took a deep breathe, savoring the moment. "What's your name beautiful?" he finally questioned with bits and pieces of the night before slowly making their way into his mind.
Maybe I'm crazy, I know your danger
Baby, you could be the death of me
I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels
Baby, you could be the death of me
"Gessa" (JESS-ah) she answered, focusing on his earthy eyes as he glanced down his body to look out at the crowd of unconscious ravers. It only took a couple of minutes till his eyes blew wide as they locked onto the still bodies and his hand that was still stroking her hair. HE WAS STILL HUMAN!
Inspired and lyrics from Death of me: Pvris