Chapter 4

It had been a long night. At least no one had died on this night… by Klaus or Priscilla's hands at least. Most of their evening was spent talking. When that got boring, the pair of mischievous minds had elected to spend the night together.

Priscilla had woken shortly before noon and was completely famished. Having not eaten since the morning before - when they'd left London - she got dressed.

"Where are you off to so suddenly, love?" She could hear from the bed before she even turned around.

"First to go eat, then to go find out where my brother has wandered off to. I'm sure he's worried from my having not checked in by now." An understandable reason, and a truthful one. She didn't need her brother to go throwing a fit at her absence.

"There is plenty of food around." The Mikaelson responded as if it were obvious. Perhaps it was. Though it was not something that was especially common for her. It was usually picking the right person in the right spot as to go unnoticed. But it never seemed to be like for the 'original family', at least as the stories went. Would it be ideal for a change of pace?

Considering his offer, it seemed to be about time to see what her brother seemed to find so fascinating. "I have a feeling that you are going to be a terrible influence." She said with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

A coy smirk played on Klaus's lips at her remark. Oh, this was going to be delightful.

It was a bit surprising to find that there would be another person to join them for breakfast. Being introduced to Klaus's sister, Rebekah, Priscilla gave a polite nod after introductions were made. As the two of them spoke, Priscilla decided that it was best to not pay too much attention to the conversation at hand.

Breakfast was served, both average food and the blood of the servers who had apparently been compelled. An interesting tactic, if not a bold one. The meal went by in a sort of blur as she thought of what had happened the night before. Of course she would likely not hear the end of it from Lucius, but who was he to question her?

She hadn't noticed the weakening of one of her servers knees from the blood loss, and the Mikaelson siblings were too wrapped up in their own conversation to care. The next refill for Priscilla proved to be all too much for the poor server as the young man suddenly dropped from the blood loss.

Everything that happened next happened too fast even for her. First there was a pain in her gut as the life slipped away from the server. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't even register what was being said to her as her vision blurred slightly. From one of the glasses, she could see in her reflection that her eyes had turn into that for which she recognized from the eyes of werewolves. Her thoughts were spinning. Had this been why her brother had always made the final blow before she had a chance? Had he been hiding this from her?

She was going to kill her brother, if this was what he'd been hiding from her all these years. She pushed chair back and stood, feeling slightly disoriented. Not enough to stop her from finding her brother and ending his existence, but just enough that she felt the world spinning.

Priscilla turned towards the door, her jaw clenched. She glared at Klaus as he stood in her way, silently willing him to move so she could go find her brother.

Her head was pounding and she didn't realise her magic was out of control. It wasn't just her activating her curse, it was this place. New Orleans. It was filled with more magic than she'd felt in centuries. It wasn't a conscious want, or thought, but suddenly the man whom she'd just slept with had flown back and was in the other room. Before the blonde sister could react, Rebekah's head started pounding as if about to explode and the 'original' began to scream as Priscilla ran out the door.

It didn't take long to find her brother. Was it the bond of siblings? The newly heightened sense of smell? Or was it a bit more of her subconscious magic in some strange tracking spell? She couldn't be sure. But when she found him, he was luckily in a less public setting. The perfect spot for giving the damn man a piece of her mind.

Before he could get a word in, her fist had connected with his face. "Bloody hell, sister. What was that for?" He exclaimed before getting punched yet again by the pissed off brunette.

"You know bloody well what that was for!" How much talk did she have to do before she could beat him right and proper into the damn ground?

"Is this about last night? Because I'm sure you did the same thing." He didn't feel like he had to elaborate. She'd obviously had sex with one of the other original family. He hadn't had such a luxury, and it had definitely ended in death for his partner. What could he say? He was starving this morning. She was there. Collateral damage.

Growling the animalistic growl that was permanently in her own instincts, she grabbed him and slammed him into the ground. Her eyes shone with the same werewolf glow that made Lucius's eyes widened. "Oh, so it's about that." He murmured.

She lifted his head by his black hair and slammed said head into the ground.

He didn't want to fight with his sister, not today. Obviously she'd activated her curse. Two thousand years, he'd protected her. And the first night that they're in the same city as the Mikaelson family, she murders someone and activates her curse. She was obviously not going to stop beating on him until she was satisfied. And who knew how long that would be? The next full moon? Next week? A hundred years from now?

Moving with the speed only a vampire could possess, he had her pinned against the wall. "Not even going to let me talk, sister?"

"No." She snapped before she did what she hadn't done to her brother since she was a child and it had been on accident. Beginning to siphone his power and energy, she ignored his sudden cry out as he began lowering to his knees before her. Letting her go, she grabbed on to his arms and continued until his skin started to go grey. When she let go, she huffed. "Don't come near me, or I'll find a way to make that permanent." She threatened before taking off.

What she hadn't realized was a small audience, who would be sure to let Marcel know of this strange occurance of magic, if he didn't already know.

Incorrect quote:

Klaus: Who are you?

Pricilla: Pissed off.

Klaus: I asked who you were, not how you are.

Pricilla: I stand by what I said.