AUTHOR'S NOTE: even tho this story is in an alternate timeline with completely different events. I thought it would be cool to play with some of the plot points and characters in "apocalypse" that didn't get much attention. I'm not going to say whether or not more characters will show up.. thank you for reading!

A black limo pulls up in front of the graveyard. A black woman Paula Drake dressed in all black both hands blinged out with diamonds holding a cane with a diamond handle. She straightens her jet black coat and adjusts her jet black laced dress, making her way through the graveyard...

She eventually stops in front of a mausoleum grave. She gently places her hand on the door closing his eyes focusing his power, saying something in french.

"ouvrez-moi ce chemin.."

The mausoleum opens up revealing steps leading underground. She makes her way down the stairs. They stop in front of a door which leads to a room decked out with furniture, a liquor bar with a fireplace right in the center of the room. The lights illuminate the room giving it a golden glow. Paula steps into the room seeing a man leaning on the bar drinking scotch. The man had dreads, blue lensed glasses, and a snake tattoo wrapping around his neck. His name was Desmond Sinclair a voodoo practitioner outside of new Orleans.. at the bar slowly turns grinning.

"Paula 'motherfucking' drake. Long time no see... "

Paula sits on the furniture taking a deep breath. Desmond walks over toward her holding a drink.

"long walk eh. "

"unfortunately looking forever young doesn't mean everything else stays young.." Paula said taking the drink from Desmond.

Desmond walks back to the bar pouring himself another drink..
"I take you were summoned here too?"

"yes... You?"

"Same... What the hell is this about?! Who put this together? "

"I think I may know who... "

Desmond raises a brow leaning his back on the bar counter.
"Dinah Stevens..."

Paula laughs to herself..
"you literally read my mind.."

"Dinah, what the hell could Dinah possibly want with us? Not like she needs anything shes fucking famous and rich.."

"Desmond sweetheart.. You need to cool it. Dinah might have something of importance to say to us. "
Paula said taking a sip of her drink.

"oh come on Paula.. You of all people know Dinah cares about no one but herself... She probably did this to spite us. "

"well, I'm sorry if I interrupted your busy lifestyle of drugs, hookers, and booze... Desmond.." Dinah's voice echoed through the room.

Desmond sits up from the bar as Dinah walks over to the fireplace.

"it's better than whatever the hell you've got going on here.."

Dinah ignores Desmond turning to Paula.. "Paula! Its been a while girl.."

Paula and Dinah playfully cheek kiss each other.. Desmond rolls his eyes gulping down his liquor.

"so.. You might be wondering why I called you two here.."
As Dinah talks, she walks over to the bar pouring herself a glass of champagne. Only a foot away from Desmond.

"its been nearly a decade since Marie Laveau died and I took her place. I'd think you'll agree when I say we haven't always looked eye to eye. " Dinah says sipping from her glass...

Desmond chuckles to himself.. "understatement of the century.."

Dinah continues.."But.. as time passes I've grown tired of looking at a growing problem in the horizon.."

"problem? what problem?" Paula said sitting up straight up on the sofa.

"witches.." Dinah said the word with such hatred and poison almost like she hissed it out..

"witches!? Dinah, what the hell are you trying to do?" Paula snapped

"taking back our rightful place.."

Desmond walks slowly toward Dinah.. "what peace? we were living in peace for the longest time and now you want to start a war?! well fuck you Dinah I'm not for it.."

"it's our time now Desmond.. we've lived in the shadows for too long.. hidden behind Marie but now we can stand on our own. " Dinah responded

"standing on our own means wiping everyone out who isn't with YOU right?! is that what you really want to say? as far as I can tell your the only who benefits from wiping the witches are you.." Desmond argued.

"I've sacrificed more of my fair share for us.."

"Don't you fucking talk to me about sacrifice! I've lived long enough to know it.." Desmond steps an inch closer to Dinah speaking with anger in his voice.

"if you cared so much why runaway to Paris? why isolate yourself? could it be that old grudge you have for Marie?"

Desmond steps even closer into Dinah's face as she smiles knowing she just stuck a cord.

"you watch what you say next Stevens.."

Paula jumps up cutting between the two.. "you two need to relax.. this petty squabbling is getting us nowhere.."

"whether you two are with me or not. this is still happening.." Dinah walks away up the entrance.

"Gee Paula thanks for backing me up.." Desmond sarcastically remarked.

Paula grabs her cane and straightens her dress.. "both of you are in the wrong.."

"always against picking sides aye Paula.."

" *sighs* shes still young Desmond.. too eager to prove herself.. too big-headed.. she wants so hard to be better than Marie when in reality shes exactly like her.." Paula softly pats Desmond on the back leaving him alone.

Desmond sits at the bar playing with a ring on his finger.. he looks into the mirror behind the bar...

"I hope so.."

Dinah sits on her porch looking off into the sunset flipping a coin in between her fingers.. Dinah stops flipping it hearing a teapot whistle.. she walks into the kitchen pouring her a cup of tea.. as she pours the room goes dark.. Dinah uses the light in her phone to see.. she makes her way into the living room as the light in her phone goes out.. just then all Dinah's fireplace sparks up furiously roaring lighting up the room. Dinah panics a bit looking around until a calm voice whispers her name.. "Dinah..."

she turns around looking at a man wearing black sitting in her chair turned toward her.. he has no face only a shiny silver mask...

"Dinah.."

she sighs putting her phone back in her pocket.. "does everything have to be so overdramatic with you?!"

"force of habit.."

"before you ask. everything is going as planned.."

"it didn't seem like it back at the graveyard.."

Dinah looks at the silver masked man in confusion.. "how did you-"

"we're the cooperative.. we see everything.."

"if that were true you wouldn't need my help.," Dinah said fixing her robe sitting down on her couch..

"don't get cocky voodoo queen.. you need us just as much as we need you.."

"you tasked me to get rid of the witches and I'm doing just that.." Dinah retorted..

"it's not just the witches... its the supreme as well.."

"you think I'm not powerful enough to handle the supreme?"

"some of us are... doubtful.. considering your predecessor became besties with the last supreme.."

Dinah's face twists up slightly.. "let us get one thing straight. I am not Marie. I won't fail.."

the silver masked man sits.. "for your son's soul.. I know you won't..."

the fireplace dies out as the daylight shines through the mansion again.. the man is gone. Dinah sits back into her couch sipping her tea.. she has a blank stare but she knows what she has to do.