Gen made her way back to her home, the hybrid seeming to have lost interest by the time she passed into her own coven's territory. She stepped into the house and looked around. It seemed if Marie was home, she wasn't paying any attention. Still Gen remained on edge as she hurried up the stairs not into her own room, but to her brother's.

His room was a mess, organized chaos as she often called it, but Jon somehow knew where every single item was in his room and at this point, Gen knew when to spot something out of place. Her eyes were drawn to a book on top of the stack on his nightstand. She paced over, picking it up and opening it straightaway, finding a neatly handwritten explanation of everything she had found in that box. An entire plan for Jonathan was written out in it along with frequent reminders to keep it a secret.

Gen's feet were moving before she could be certain what she was doing, but she found herself in her room, grabbing a backpack and filling it with her handful of books and journals, a few pairs of clothes, her art bag, and a few sentimental items. By the time she was packed, her already neat room seemed as if it were just a generic guest room.

It's for the best , she told herself. I can't trust anyone in this house.

Footsteps coming up the stairs drew her attention and she put the backpack on her back and stepped out her bedroom door, coming face to face with Marie. Marie scrutinized her with narrowed eyes.

"Going somewhere?" she asked.

"I'm leaving," is all Gen said before moving to step around Marie.

The older woman stepped into her path once more and grabbed her by the wrist.

"I asked you a question, young lady," Marie said sharply.

Gen pulled at her grip and glared. "I'm leaving."

Marie laughed at her, shaking her head. "You ungrateful little brat! Your grandfather and I have given you everything you ever needed! Food, shelter, education and you've never once shown an ounce of gratitude to us!"

"I'm not stupid, Marie!" she spat back. "Now let me go before I make you!"

Marie tightened her grip on her wrist. "You will not make threats in this household. You are going back to your room and you're not going back to that restaurant or back to the French Quarter ever again. You'll be lucky if we let you out before winter's end!"

Gen reached her free hand to the pendant around her neck and her hand glowed red for a moment as she locked eyes with Marie.

"Motus!"

Marie was flung away from Gen and into a planter of flowers as Gen turned and stormed down the stairs, rubbing her wrist and ignoring the crying behind her as she made her way to the front door. It opened before she could touch it and was face to face with her twin and Gregory.

Gregory pushed his way in upon hearing his wife crying and rushed up the stairs while Jonathan stared at his twin, seeing only determination and anger in her eyes.

"Gen what's going on?" Jon asked worriedly.

"As if you don't know," Gen spat and pushed past him to head out the door.

A tearful Marie came to the top of the stairs, looking up from her sympathetic husband's shoulder.

"Fine, leave us! Don't you come back here until you've learned to appreciate the life we gave you!" she cried.

Gen didn't look back as she walked out the door and down the walk, leaving her twin behind staring after her. The sun was setting and she had no home, but she was free for the moment. And it felt wonderful to walk away.

Gregory stared after his granddaughter as she walked out of the house and then looked at his wife with worry.

"What on Earth has gotten into that girl?" he asked.

"She's just an ungrateful, unstable brat," Marie replied, wiping her tears away with an embroidered handkerchief.

Jonathan looked up the stairs at his grandparents. "I'll talk to her after her shift. I'm sure she'll have cooled off by then."

Gen took the scenic route to Rousseau's, strolling along Royal St into the French Quarter, listening to the sounds of a band up the street playing away, watching the tourists dance and drink. It wasn't long before she reached the bar and stepped through the doors into the familiar surroundings. She made her way to the back, hanging up her backpack and purse and putting on her nametag.

Sleeves rolled and customer service smile on, Gen headed behind the bar, meeting Cami.

"Hey! You kind of rushed out of here earlier," Cami said. "Is everything okay? That guy wasn't bothering you was he?"

Gen smiled, going to the sink to wash her hands so she could take over.

"I'm fine, Cami," she assured. "There was just something I had to do."

Cami came up behind her and her eyes fixed on her reddened wrist. Her eyes widened.

"Did he hurt you?" she asked.

"No, that Klaus guy was actually pretty decent as far as things go," she assured.

"Then what happened?"

"I just… fell while I was leaving," Gen replied and dried her hands off.

Cami gave her wrist one last look and then nodded. "You actually left?"

"I decided to take your advice and look after my own happiness for a while," she said. "Now why don't you take your own advice? Actually enjoy your time off and stop worrying for a bit. Go on! Get out of here and have some fun for once!"

Cami grinned at her. "All right! All right! Give me a call if you need anything."

With that, Gen was left to tend the bar. She poured a pair of beers for a dark haired vampire in a newsboy cap and handed them over before she started slicing up a few lemons to refill the fruit containers, falling into the comfortable rhythm of an evening shift. The ebb and flow of customers coming and going. Someone sat directly in front of where she was cleaning.

"What can I get ya?" she asked without looking up.

"Some answers would be great."

Gen looked up, meeting the eyes of her twin. "I'm working, Jon. Just leave me alone for a while."

"I'll leave you alone when you tell me what the hell's going on," he replied with a glare. "You just up and walk out like that and don't think I'm not gonna come and ask?"

Gen exhaled sharply and looked around the bar, spotting through the front window Gregory's blue Mercedes parked across the street.

"We can talk when you decide to be a big boy and come without Marie and Gregory. Until then, I have nothing to say to you," she said and turned to take the order of a newcomer at the bar.

"Scotch on the rocks," the blonde said, her voice soft with a posh accent that spoke of high society upbringing.

"Coming right up," Gen replied, pulling a glass and pouring the drink despite the soreness in her wrist.

"Thank you," she said, looking over the young bartender. "Genevra. Lovely name."

"Feels more like a grandma name to me, but thank you," she replied.

"So who was the young man you just shooed away like a stray pup?" she asked, sipping her scotch.

"My brother," she replied with a soft sigh. "Our family is… complicated and I just needed to get away for a while. Left in a bit of a rush."

"I can understand that," the blonde replied with a small smile. "I'm Rebekah, by the way."

"A pleasure, Rebekah," she said with a small smile. "My friends call me Gen."

"Tell me, Gen, have you by chance seen my brother? He seems to have wandered off on me," she said. "Tall, clean cut, likely wearing a very high end suit."

Gen looked up. "He was in here the other day, actually," she replied. "He said he was looking for his brother in town. Maybe he could help you find him."

"There's the rub, darling," Rebekah replied, tipping back her scotch. "I'm positive his disappearance is our other brother's doing."

Gen looked down at the bar for a moment then looked back up at Rebekah. "Perhaps I could be of service, then," she offered. "I close up in an hour."

Rebekah eyed her curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Locator spells are pretty quick and effective, besides your brother's a good tipper," Gen said. "I'll see if we can find him once I close up tonight. Stick around and drink or meet me out back after midnight."

"Ah a witch. Seems half the staff at this place is a bloody witch," Rebekah mused. "All right I think I'll take another scotch then."

Gen obliged with a smile, the rest of her shift passing with relative peace. She occasionally went over to give Rebekah a refill, but soon the patrons had filtered out, save for the blonde vampire and Gen locked up and closed out the till, putting up the chairs with practiced efficiency.

"I'll meet you in the back alley," Gen said and went into the storage room past the kitchen to grab her bag and purse.

Rebekah nodded and disappeared quickly and when Gen stepped out the back door, she was waiting in a bright red convertible at the end of the alley. She got in, holding her bags in her lap while Rebekah drove off toward the edge of town, pulling up on a sprawling plantation with a lovely, white mansion.

"I guess I should have expected a place like this for your family," Gen remarked, getting out of the car.

"My brothers and I do enjoy the finer things when we can," Rebekah replied. "Come along then. I don't have all night."

Gen followed her through the front door and looked around. It put her old home to shame, that much was for sure. The decor spoke of its original colonial construction, fitting given its location on an old plantation.

"All right um I need a map of the city, something that belongs to your brother, and a few drops of your blood," Gen said as they stepped into the kitchen.

Rebekah nodded and rushed off, returning to the kitchen table with a map and a set of well polished cuff-links. Gen took the map and laid it out on the table and placed one of the cufflinks on either side of the map.

"Okay now some of your blood. The familial blood makes it much easier to track them," she said.

Rebekah shrugged, biting open her wrist and letting the ruby liquid drip onto the map until her wrist healed.

"All right, now give me your hand," Gen said.

"I thought we were doing a locator spell, darling, not running off on a date," Rebekah quipped.

"Do you want the spell done or not? I need to siphon some magic from you in order to do the spell."

"What, you don't have enough power for a locator spell?"

"I don't have magic of my own," Gen said. "But I can siphon it from other things or supernatural beings and use it from there."

"Very well, but if I end up desiccated on the floor we'll be having a much less pleasant discussion."

Gen took Rebekah's hand with a sigh, a red glow surrounding both of their hands for a moment before she let go.

"See. Doesn't take much, especially from an Original vampire," she said simply and placed her hands on the edges of the map, beginning to chant the incantation. "Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem."

As she repeated the old words over and over, the droplets of blood came together but could not seem to fixate on a singular spot. As soon as the blood reached the area of the French Quarter, the map burst into flames and Gen pulled back from the map while Rebekah quickly doused it with water from the sink.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Rebekah demanded. "I thought you knew what you were doing!"

"A locator spell is basic magic that kids learn, I know how to do it!"

"Then why did the bloody map turn into a bonfire?"

"He's probably cloaked by another witch," Gen replied. "And whoever this witch is, they're powerful. Like really powerful."

"So what the hell are we going to do?"

"Look, I don't know what to tell you. I mean the cloaking spell didn't react until it hit the French Quarter so maybe start looking there," Gen recommended. "But there's not much else I can do here. I should probably go before my coven tracks me down and tries to drag me back."

"Nonsense, darling. We're miles outside the city and it's well after midnight. You mortal types need sleep and the least I can do for your attempt to help is offer a bed for the night," Rebekah said as she made quick work of cleaning up the table. "Go upstairs and take an open room."

Gen shrugged and picked up her backpack again. "I guess that beats a shitty motel," Gen said. "Thanks Rebekah."

She made her way up the stairs and slipped into the first open bedroom door she saw and settled onto the bed. It was only as she sat on the soft mattress that she realized exactly how tired she had been all day. She pulled off her work shoes and stretched out on top of the covers, her face burying in the pillow, the scent of patchouli and bourbon lulling her quickly to sleep.