Hi, this story is only going to be loosely based on the Originals. It will follow the plot mostly but Jasmine will be doing things differently, which you'll probably see from her treatment of Sophie in this chapter. Enjoy!xox
Chapter 2
Down at the bar, Sophie Devereaux was chopping vegetables, whilst quietly crying.
Jasmine walked into the kitchen, unnoticed by the others in Rousseau's, Klaus stayed at the bar to listen even though Jasmine insisted that the poor witch probably didn't want to be around vampires. Especially after what had happened to her sister.
"Sophie?"
The young witch jumped and her head snapped up towards Jasmine. She sniffed and quickly wiped away her tears.
"Jasmine. What are you doing here?" Sophie glanced around her and before rolling her eyes and continuing to chop her veg. "And with Friends?"
"Friends?" Jazz glanced at Klaus and noticed the two other vampires tailing him. Nik caught her eyes and turned, noticing them too. He nodded before getting up from his chair.
"They're not with me. Nik is, but he's just protective. He'll deal with them." She said. "I'm here because I want to help you. What Marcel is doing is wrong. Stopping witches from using their power. Their birthright."
A few different emotions flickered across Sophie's face. Before she spoke, Klaus entered the kitchen.
"I need to go and speak with Marcel, Love. It seems he thinks that he can have his lackeys follow me around." Jasmine nodded and he gave a small kiss on the cheek.
Jazz returned her attention back to Sophie, who's emotional roulette had landed on sadness again. This time, it was directed at Jasmine.
"What's wrong?" Jasmine asked, her suspicions coming back.
Sophie dropped her knife and took off her apron.
"Meet me around the back in five minutes. I have something to show you."
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Sophie lit the candles on her sisters alter, tears running down her face again, as she knelt and prayed to Jane-Anne. Her sister's sacrifice was for nothing. They had assumed Jasmine wouldn't want to help if there wasn't anything in it for her.
The door behind, the back alley exit from the bar, slammed shut. Sophie jumped and stood up, warily looking around her. The man jumping into her view didn't affect her since she knew it was coming.
"The doors work, you know." She said monotonously. It was one of the vampires from inside that was tailing Klaus.
"You're doing magic?" Another voice from behind her asked and she spun to face the second vampire.
"I'm praying to my dead sister. Go ahead, pay your respects." She said sarcastically before turning back to the other guy, who vamp-speeds right in front of her.
"Don't make this a thing, Sophie. The hybrid was looking for Jane-Anne- Marcel wants to know why."
"Oh, that sounds like witch business. I'd say ask her yourself, but I guess you can't, seeing as Marcel killed her."
Just as the second vampire was about to attack Sophie, a wooden stake shot through his heart at a rapid speed, bursting through his back and out his out of his chest.
Jasmine stood at the end of the alley, another stake hovering above her hand.
"Tut tut, now, is that any way to treat a lady?"
"Witch!?" the other, livid Vampire's face changed, baring his fangs. Ready to attack Jasmine. Then shock ran across his face. All traces of anger replaced with fear. A bloodstain appeared on the front of his shirt and his dead body flopped to the floor, leaving only his heart behind. In Elijah's hand.
Jasmine grinned at her boyfriend's brother, as he dropped the lesser vamps heart on the floor and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe away the blood.
"Good to see you, Elijah." Jasmine waited until the man was clean before she rushed to give him a hug.
"You too, Jasmine. Might I add you're glowing." He looked past the girl he considered a part of his family to the other person who was in their company. "Sophie Devereaux, I presume?"
"Elijah Mikaelson." She nodded her greeting. The confession she was about to make seems to be less attractive now an Original was around.
"So, why don't you tell me what business your family has with my brother?" He asked though it was more of a demand in disguise.
"I will, but there is something I need to show you first. Both of you." She looked reluctant bit Jasmine smiled and nodded.
"Lead the way."
Sophie knew she wouldn't be that willing to cooperate after she found out what her sister had done.
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After nearly brawling with Marcel's 'guys' Nik was lead by the peacemaker, Marcel himself, to a balcony to overlook the city of New Orleans.
"Why are you having me followed? I'm not a child. I don't need guides in my own town!" The original spoke harshly and truthfully.
Marcel held his hands up in defence, "It wasn't like that. I just wanted someone to be watching you back, looking out for you. That's all. Look at that skyline, huh? That there, that's progress. More hotels, more tourists, more fresh blood. And the humans? I taught them to look the other way.
"And what of the witches? In my time, they were a force to be reckoned with, and now they live in fear. How do you know when they're using magic?" He asked, genuinely curious but also determined to get to the bottom of it. For Jasmine.
"Maybe I got a secret weapon, an ace up my sleeve." Marcel shrugged it off. "Something that gives me complete control over all the magic in this town. Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to have one of those Witch groupies with you, would you?"
Klaus rose his eyebrows in question.
"It's just, some of my guys have seen a witch around the quarter that's not from around here. It's no big deal, I'll just have someone find her and brief her on my rules."
"Yes the witch is with me and she is bound to no rules, but my own." Klaus glared and lied through his teeth. Jasmine listened to no man's 'rules'. "She does the odd spell for me here and there, nothing extravagant. Leave her to me."
"Fair enough man. I've got my guys, you've got yours. So long as none of my guys are harmed, we're good!" Marcel agreed, though still intending to have his guys look into the Witch and rile her up a bit. Just to keep his reputation.
Klaus' phone buzzed with a text from Jasmine.
'Meet me at the cemetery. ASAP.'
Nik smiled slightly before looking up at Marcel.
"I have to go. Dry cleaning." He shrugged with a smirk. "Keep your guy's away from me, or I may have to break one of your rules." Nik's smirk turned grim and Marcel nodded. With that he was gone, heading towards the cemetery. Leaving Marcel to think about how he could contain Klaus' little witch without hurting any feelings.
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"What are we doing here, Love?" Nik asked as he stepped into the Mausoleum, surprised to see his brother there too. "Elijah, ever the unwanted surprise."
Jasmine elbowed Nik in the gut, causing a low growl of pain.
"Stop being a dick. This is important." Jasmine was pissed.
"What's going on?" Her tone and demeanour weren't the same as when he left her in the bar.
"I can explain." Sophie sighed. "My sister gave her life to perform the spell we needed to link me to Jasmine. Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us."
Klaus was silently fuming, his temper nearly at boiling point.
"This was all before we knew that Jasmine wanted to help us."
"The chances of that are growing slimmer and slimmer," Jasmine growled out, though she knew she could never turn her back on them. "Unlink us. Now!"
"I can't! Marcel will know and I'll be dead." Sophie admitted.
"You're dead anyway once this spell is broken," Klaus stated in a scarily calm voice. He knew that his temper could get Jasmine killed.
"Well then give her the spell so she can do it!" Elijah demanded.
"She can't either. If she even tries to break it, she dies. Same with any other Witch who isn't connected to the ancestral magic of the French Quarter. Sophie was devastated. "I'm so sorry, Jasmine. I had no other choice. If we had known you wanted to help we would have never considered do it."
"And your sister wouldn't be dead." Jazz snapped. "What you did is careless and foolish and you're lucky that your life is tied to mine or you'd be scattered across this mausoleum."
Jasmine wasn't angry. She was scared. Sophie couldn't use magic to protect herself, she couldn't stop any attacks. Jasmine's life wasn't forfeit. Her baby's life was. If she died, she'd come back. But would her baby? That was something she wasn't going to risk. Not even to spare the feelings of a hard done by Witch.
"Enough of this. If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself." Elijah made to leave.
"No. We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules." Sophie bristled.
"Your rules? Screw your bloody rules!" Jasmine snapped. "Any sway or alliance you had over me ended when you placed my baby's life in danger. Marcel can't die yet, fine, but don't you dare try to command me or my family. As of now, Sophie Deveraux, you are a prisoner of the houses Potter and Mikaelson. At least until you tell us the whole truth and this spell is broken." With a snap of her fingers, Sophie disappeared.
Klaus' restraint was strained as he watched what had happened.
"Where did you put her?" He asked. His composure slowly coming back, now that the Witch was gone. He wrapped his arms around Jazz and kissed her head.
"At the moment? She's in a straight Jacket in our hotel room, suspended from the ceiling where she can't be hurt or hurt herself." Jasmine smirked and Elijah's quiet chuckles came from behind them.
"I suppose I best find us a better place to hold a hostage then? We wouldn't want the maid coming across out new decor now, would we?" He reached out and held her.
"I believe I know just the place," Elijah added from behind them.
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"Hey, man, where'd you run off to?" Marcel asked as Klaus stormed into the room of partying vampires. "Someone put you in a mood. What can I do?"
"What you can do is you can tell me what this thing is that you have with the witches." He did genuinely want to know, but he, Jazz and his brother had come up with a plan to get closer to Marcel. The quicker they help the Witches get their magic back, the quicker Jasmine can be unlinked.
"We're back to that."
"Yeah, we're back to that." Klaus glared.
"You know I owe you everything I got, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line on this one. This is my business. I control the witches in my town. Let's just leave it at that." Marcel concluded, but Klaus wasn't one to be talked down. Especially when the plan called for him to be riled up.
"Your town?" Klaus was amused.
"Damn straight." Marcel never flinched when he answered.
"That's funny because when I left 100 years ago, you were just a pathetic little scrapper still trembling from the lashes of the whips of those who would keep you down, and now look at you – master of your domain, prince of the city." Klaus' speech had gathered the attention of the crowd. "I'd like to know how."
"Why? Jealous?" Klaus rolled his eyes at Marcel's attempts to make him crack. "Hey, man, I get it. Three hundred years ago, you helped build a backwater penal colony into something. You started it, but then you left. Actually, you ran from it. I saw it through. Look around. Vampires rule this city now. I got rid of the werewolves. I even found a way to shut down the witches. The blood never stops flowing and the party never ends. You wanna pass on through? You wanna stay a while? Great. What's mine is yours, but it is mine. My home, my family, my rules."
"And if someone breaks those rules?" He asked toying with Marcel.
"They die. Mercy is for the weak. You taught me that, too. And I'm not the prince of the Quarter, friend. I'm the king! Show me some respect." Marcel's cool conducted image cracked as he shouted the last part.
Nik cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. Then he vamp sped towards Thierry and bit him viciously. With blood still dripping from his mouth, Klaus smirked and spoke to not only Marcel but his audience.
"Your friend will be dead by the weekend, which means I've broken one of your rules. And yet I cannot be killed. I am immortal. Who has the power now, friend?" He hissed before smiling at the crowd, bits of Thierry still on his face, and leaving.
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"Not too shabby, if I do say so myself." Jasmine admired the beautiful big white house that Elijah had brought them to.
She swooped her finger across the bannister and was rewarded with centuries of dust. "I can fix this."
Jasmine focused her power into an old cleaning spell Molly had taught her. Only meant to clean one thing at a time, but with her extra power, it was focused on the entire house. As she lifted her arms all the settled dust began to lift and then disappeared. Everywhere looked as good as new.
"Now all we need is to repair the furniture, add a little paint, and we'll be set.
She turned to face the woman she had been talking to.
Sophie was not happy. She had been hanging from that ceiling for two whole hours whilst the Mikaelson's and Jasmine had been discussing their plan. Not that she could hear any of it. Jasmine had placed some sort of spell around them.
After that Jasmine, Elijah and thank the Lord, her. Left the hotel and made their way to a massive house on an old plantation. So here she was. Trapped in the house of the originals, unable to leave and under the watchful eyes of Jasmine Potter. The most powerful Witch she had ever come across.
After about five minutes, Klaus came strolling in, a smile on his face, which was only enhanced by the fresh blood around his mouth.
"Well, don't you look attractive." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I'm guessing all went well."
"I did. I bit his right-hand man and left." Klaus looked around him at the familiar old house. "Loving what you've done with the place, darling."
"It's a work in progress, but it's better than living in a hotel until we fix this mess." Jasmine smiled.
"I see you've made our guest comfortable."
Sophie, who was however no longer suspended from the ceiling, was still in her straight jacket.
"It's to stop her from hurting herself." Jazz shrugged. Sophie rolled her eyes.
"Isn't there a spell for that?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, and a few potions." She shrugged an almost evil smirk flitting across her face. "But where's the fun in that?"
-x-
It's the next day and Klaus was ready for phase two of his plan.
He entered Marcel's home and walked into a room where Thierry lay dying, surrounded by his friend. When the vampires rose in defence, including Marcel.
"I had time to sleep on it last night." He said to the group, mainly Marcel, who hearing Klaus, told his men to back down. "I am not your enemy. Where my family and I failed in this town...Marcel succeeded."
He reached over to a drink tray and took a whiskey tumbler. Nik bit his hand and used his blood to fill the glass, "My blood will heal him, as though it never happened."
Diego took the glass and rushed it over to Thierry who drank and the effects of the fire were instant.
"The Quarter is your home, but I would like to stay a while if I'm still welcome?" Klaus asked, a small smirk on his face. He held his hand out for Marcel.
Marcel in return sent him a wide grin and took his friend's hand.
Phase two. Complete. Or at least Klaus thought. Marcel hand something else in mind.
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"He wants what?" Jasmine asked slightly disgusted.
Her, Elijah and Klaus were gathered in the sitting room. Sophie was making gumbo in the kitchen.
Jasmine had finally calmed down enough to let the Devereux witch out of her restraints. They had talked and Sophie had agreed that she would stay to ease Jasmine's worries.
"He wants Elijah, Daggered and handed over to him." Klaus sat as he nursed a scotch on the sofa, Jasmine sat next to him reading a book.
"That slimy bastard, no we-"
"Actually." Elijah cut in, shocking both of them. "This might be an opportunity. If you hand me over to Marcel, where do you think he'll keep me?"
"In a box?" Jasmine was confused and Elijah smiled.
"Not wrong, but I was thinking more along the lines of where he'd store my box."
"He'd put you somewhere no one would find you." Klaus' eyes filling with realization. "Somewhere he hides things of value to him."
"Right. I'm pregnant and hungry and not in the mood for riddles. What are you both getting at?" Jasmine asked looking back and forth questioningly.
"If we give Marcel, Elijah." Klaus started. "It's more than likely Elijah will be placed near or with this mysterious Witch controlling weapon."
"I'd be the man on the inside." Elijah smiled.
"And you're okay with that?" Jasmine was sceptical. None of the other Originals had ever seemed to like the idea of being daggered.
"To give us the upper hand and to help my family. Yes. Plus once I'm daggered if it is removed and replaced the spell will negate. I'll still look dead but I'll be conscious." Elijah explained and Jasmine looked thoughtful.
"Okay, but you get out of there as soon as you can. If there is nothing there leave. We can chance you actually being taken by Marcel." She said seriously.
"I give you my word." He nodded and Jazz smiled.
"Great. It's settled. We'll have the upper hand and I'll have Marcel's trust. Speaking of him, love. Marcel's guy's have seen you, or so he says they have, you need to be extra careful. I've warned him away but when it comes to the Witches. We all know Marcel has his own ideas."
"Don't worry, honey." Jasmine smiled. "I can handle myself. Let them come."
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Well. That's chapter 2. Andy and Teddy will be in the next chapter, for a well-needed trip to Mystic Falls. It won't be long but I don't want to just forget about the family Jasmine already had. She'd never leave Andy and Teddy behind. Once the New Orleans move becomes permanent, Teddy and Andy and possibly Jenna will be joining them.
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Kat xox