It seems your witch pulled through, she might be useful after all. I am looking at our psychic now.

Klaus pressed the send button, placing the phone back in his pocket. He moved to her side and the events began to unfold as planned. She had focused elsewhere, her tall friend was gone, and she had spoken to him.

It had been the question of what he was, that surprised him. He pressed forward in his mission to obtain the psychic for his own purpose, he could not afford to miss a beat with someone of her ability.

"Has no one offered you a deal before, love?" He asked, taking a drink keeping his eyes on her. She was a lovely vision with draping dark hair, the youthful face was contrasted by her knowing bright blue eyes. Under the jacket, he could see traces of a tattoo creeping over her shoulder.

"When the devil offers a deal, it usually ends badly for the person on the other end," the woman answered simply. Keeping eye contact, she played with the condensation from her glass.

Klaus had thought this would be boring when he entered Erin Rose. She was proving herself to be quite the fascinating woman. He chuckled as he finished the drink, turning completely to face her.

"Normally it takes far longer to be called the devil. My name is Klaus."

"Iris."

A cold breeze entered the room and the sound of heavy rainfall followed after. A new roudy bunch of patrons entered the room. Crowding around the central part of the room adding to the noise of the room.

"Call from David," Iris' phone announced. Dashing to pick it up Iris turned away from Klaus as if that would keep him from hearing her phone call.

"I got a dispatch call. There was a break-in at your apartment. I'm on my way now," David said, the sound of the rain and moving car in the background.

She sucked in a breath rubbing her temple. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll be there as soon as I can. Please try to keep them away from the boxes in the kitchen."

Hanging up with haste she stood up looking toward him. "This has been very interesting, Klaus but I need to go now."

"Something like your apartment being broken into and some important item in the kitchen?" He asked with raising an eyebrow toward her. That look of shock amused him. "Perhaps I could be of assistance."

She regarded him for a minute. The surprise turning into an incredulous expression, checking her phone for the time, she gave a nod. "Yeah, okay, and I'll give you till morning to convince me to work with you. It's not like I'll be sleeping tonight, anyway."

Outside the drivers honked furiously at each other, the colorful French Quarter buildings blended into a gray haze. When inside his car, the rain began to fall down harder. She seemed at ease with the rain as she lowered her hood.

Her apartment was on the riverfront, the white building turning a flashing red and blue color from the sleek police car parked up front. As soon as they parked, the lights stopped, and a man stepped out in a red umbrella.

"The man on the phone was a detective, wasn't he?" Klaus asked as he turned off the car. Looking to her with a frown. As a general rule of thumb, the supernatural and law enforcement did not play well together.

"Uh, yeah, David is a detective a friend of my ex, who is also a detective," Iris said looking to him as if he knew this. "I work for the Portland Police department in archives. You could have asked and I would have told you."

David knocked on the window. He was a tall man, with tan skin, and hazel eyes. The dark suit was contrasted by the umbrella. Placing her hood back on before stepped out and walked to David beginning to talk to him.

Klaus stepped out as David finished explaining.

"This is Klaus, he was nice enough to offer a ride," Iris said to David gesturing to Klaus as he stepped to her side.

"It's nice to meet you. Thanks for getting her here, I can take it from here, though," David said with a nod as they started to walk inside. Both men stuck to her side but she didn't seem to notice at all.

"I'm sure it is. I can take it from here, detective," Klaus answered looking to him. What a nuisance this man was, and for the moment he could not do anything without ruining what trust the psychic had in him.

Iris gave an annoyed sound, before charging into the building. Right up to the stairs, he went and Klaus kept pace, cursing the slow speed of humans. David remained behind them, while Iris was distracted with going up Klaus took his moment.

"You will remain outside on an important call, do not enter for anything. You will remember only what you are told," Klaus compelled looking at the man. Watching the vacant expression, the detective continued.

"David!" Iris called from the doorway of her apartment.

Dashing forward, Klaus saw the two bodies of the officers, unconscious with drool covering the corner of their mouths. The slanted room had books and boxes everywhere. Picture frames and trinkets were tossed to the ground.

She didn't stop to check on the officers as David made the phone call. Stopping in the narrow kitchen she pulled up a box grasping a Betty Crocker cookbook, where the front had been cut open.

"No...no...no..." She whispered, reaching inside for any sign of what had been inside.

A curious place to hide any documents, he thought as he stood at the entrance of the kitchen. She continued scouring the box for the documents frantically. Picking up the cookbook, he looked to her oddly.

"This cookbook is that important?" He asked flipping through the aged pages.

"It's not the cookbook that's important. It had...it had files on that man I was trying to get information from," Iris said rising slowly, sagging against the counter and closed her eyes. "You really have no idea who he is, do you?"

Klaus shrugged, placing the cookbook down on the counter. The chaos was well known and what it had to do with one pathetic looking man was beyond him. She stared at him as if he grew another limb.

"Reginald Burmester is a top lawyer here. He...he ruined my dad's life...and when I came here. Every little trail between deaths, disappearances, and even businesses seemed to lead to him," Iris explained, her eyes taking in the chaos of her apartment with a sigh. "Looks like it will be to the morning, Klaus."

She walked out to talk to David, and Klaus followed after her. There was more like Sophie had said after all.

A/N:

12/27/17: A successful second chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. This is a slow build up but it's well worth the wait.

1/2/18: Edited and some contents added. Sorry about the work. Sometimes this feels like roadwork in Utah.

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