Orion pulled her dyed auburn locks in front of her face to block the view, Incase anybody recognized her.
She wouldn't be surprised if they did, however, with all the posters and rewards given out from the Original family.
At first, Orion thought that only Klaus would be going after her, but when it was seen Klaus's brothers and sister looking for her, she knew she had to take to a disguise.
As Orion looked around her surroundings, she couldn't help but look at the darkly lit streets and abandoned pay-phone receptacles. Somehow the features make her even more nervous and on edge.
She quickly walked across the street, making sure her eyes were on the correct shop, than when she got to her destination, she opened the rusted iron doors and made her way inside.
Once inside, her dark green eyes surveyed the objects and items that sat upon the shelfs. Some old, some new, some big, some small, but although all the items looked like nothing didn't mean they were. Orion could practically feel the magic cursing through the objects.
"I'm sorry, we're closed."
Orion turned her head around to look at the women who just spoke. The women had a gangly features with sunken grey eyes. She looked about in her mid-thirties.
"I'm here for the owner." Orion replied back, with steel in her tone.
The women's sunken eyes hardened and her jaw clenched,
"She's not available."
Orion closed her eyes and thought about her options. She could leave and see her in the morning or she could state her name and see her now.
" Tell her the king's mate wants to see her."
The women's grip on the broomstick in her hands whent lacks and she whispered,
"Dear god."
The women gave her one more glance and disappeared through the curtain separating the front of the store from the back, a few minutes later she returned with a older lady in her sixties with white and grey hair.
" I see you have come," the older lady told.
Orion sucked a breath through her teeth and answered,
" you know why I am here Harriet, please do not play games with me."
Harriet's mouth pursed, than settled into a straight line. Her jaw clenched, and her already dark eyes darkened. She made a signal with her left hand to follow her through the curtain.
As both Orion and Harriet made there way down the long hallway in silence, Harriet made a turn to the left, only to come face to face with a tall, brown, wooden door.
Harriet grabbed a key from her wrinkly old neck and slid it in the slot, when a lock was heard, she opened the door and both of them slid in the room.
There wasn't much to look at. With a dusty orange couch in the right corner of the room and a old, dark wooden desk pushed against the far left side. What made the room interesting was the small table in the middle of the room, with a big book resting on it, looking several decades old.
" you do not have a long time, child, sit and let's be done with this."
Orion sat down opposed to the witch and glanced around the room chewing her bottom lip. She knew she did not have long, she just wanted to know where might be safest to run.
Harriet took her hand and brought in up to her forehead, muttering in Latin. A few seconds later, her eyes shot open and the terrified witch stumbled backwards.
The witch pointed a shaky finger at her and backed away as fast as her old body would allow.
Orion could feel her eyebrows knit together in confusion, only seconds later she had her answer.
" yo-you bear the monsters mark, there is no place on Earth that he won't find you, go."
Orion narrowed her eyes and hissed to the elderly witch,
" what have you done?"
It wasn't a question, but a demand.
The witch only shook her head, Orion suddenly heard glass breaking.
Orion felt her eyes widen and turned her head back to Harriet. She repeated her question, more forcefully,
" what have you done?"
Finally, the rage in Orion's voice snapped Harriet out of her thoughts and she looked back to the younger women,
" I-I didn't have a choice."
"What do you mean you didn't have a-"
The words were cut off from her mouth when she once again looked around the room.
Behind the old, orange couch was a small symbol, one that if you didn't look hard enough you would miss it.
It had a snake coiled around the middle with a capital M in the very center.
Orion felt her blood run cold. Could feel her breath quicken and almost stop. She recognized that symbol.
The Mikaelson family symbol.
She felt shivers down her spine and a gulp make its way down her throat, than she heard the sound of a women screaming down the long narrow hall. Orion knew it was the women from earlier.
With one last glance at Harriet, she reached across the table and quickly snapped the witch's neck, than jumped out the window, into the darkness below.