EVELINA

"So you are telling me that you have nothing that your brother owns?" I asked Rebekah as we stood on opposite sides of the kitchen counter with the map laying open on the counter and small candles light up around the map.

Rebekah shook her head making me groan. "You're lucky that I have another way," I remarked, grabbing a knife from the drawer and held it tightly in my hand.

I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it until it was over the map and sliced her palm, causing blood to drip onto the map. "Hey, a little warning next time," Rebekah snapped at me making me roll my eyes.

I released her hand and began to chant. "Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous." I continued chanting but I was suddenly thrown back and the map went up in flames. "What the hell?" I heard Rebekah question once I jumped back unto my feet and looked at the now burnt map.

"It seems that someone powerful doesn't want us to find him," I told her, wondering who would have that kind of power.

After living for more than 5 centuries, I haven't come across anyone with that kind of power before nor powerful enough to take on me. Whoever this person was, their power will destroy them if they're not strong enough. "Could you track the person?" Rebekah asked me, both of us still staring at the burnt map.

"Power like that won't be easy but I'll try. If that person is hiding Elijah, then tracking that power will lead us to him," I explained to her, disposing of the destroy map.

"While you do that, I'll talk to the resident witches," Rebekah informed me, walking out of the house and leaving me by myself.

"Hayley!" I shouted through the empty house, walking towards the staircase.

Hayley's footsteps echoed through the house and she leaned against the railing, looking down at me. "Will you be fine on your own?" I asked her which made her scoff before telling me; "I've been on my own for awhile, I think I can survive a couple more hours."

I chuckled at me before throwing on my green cotton jacket over my navy blue sleeveless top, ripped black skinny jeans and black heeled ankle boots before walking out of the house, making my way to town on foot. Once I was in town, I noticed that even in the daytime, the town was filled with life. Musicians played in the streets creating a welcoming atmosphere. But sadly, I wasn't here to enjoy the town but to find Elijah and leave New Orleans behind me. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I forced on trying to track the magic. The magic led me to a church which the priest looked at me in confusion when I walked in. "Hello, I'm Eve Pierce and I'm looking for a friend of mine," I said to the priest, holding my hand out for him to shake.

"Kieran O'Connell. There hasn't been anyone here in months so I doubt that your friend would come here," Kieran told me as I heard his heart pumping rapidly, making it clear that he was lying.

"I'm sorry for this," I apologised to him which confused him before using my magic to knock him unconscious.

He fell into my arms which I dragged him to a chair so he wasn't just laying on the floor if someone walked in. I quickly used a spell that allowed me that enter any room without being invited in. Sometimes being a witch has its benefits to my vampire side.

Finding stairs, I walked up to them, making sure I was as quiet as I could be. I opened the door to see Elijah's coffin which I quickly rushed over to and opened it, seeing him grey and covered in veins. "What did Niklaus do to you?" I asked the daggered Original even though I knew he couldn't respond.

Grabbing the dagger, I tried to pull it from his chest but something was keeping it in place. "How did you get in here without being invited in?" a young female voice asked from behind me as I turned around to face them.

The voice belonged to a very beautiful young girl in her late teens. She had blue eyes, full lips, rosy cheeks, lightly tanned skin and long, dark brown hair worn in loose waves. She stood at 5'3" and her frame was slim and petite. "So you're the one that stopped me. I haven't felt power like yours in centuries," I told her, keeping my distance from her.

"Are you a Mikaelson?" She asked me making me laugh at me.

"Well if you count me being forcibly married to the one that's currently daggered and laying here in a coffin under your protection, then yes. I'm Evelina Petrova," I informed her, crossing my arms over my chest as I remained standing in front of Elijah's coffin.

"My coven used to always talk about you. Evelina Petrova, a Witch who was also a Vampire," the young girl informed me, copying my moment by crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well I was born a Siphoner so by turning into a vampire, made me a Witch-Vampire hybrid, but I'm not here to tell you about my history. I'm here to bring Elijah back to his family so I can run as far away from them as I can," I explained to her, uncrossing my arms as I was ready to use my magic to disable her from stopping me.

But sadly, the young girl was more prepared than I was because I felt a massive pain in my head, causing me to hold my head and shout in pain. "You're not going anywhere. In fact, you could be some use to me," the young girl said to me as I fell to my knees, looking up at her.

I felt her snap my neck, temporarily knocking me unconscious for a while. Sometimes, I hate other witches with a passion.