Sinners and Saints

Chapter 4


Elijah

I sat in the study reading when I heard a light knocking on the door.

"Come on in!" The door opened to reveal Marcel.

"Hey Elijah."

"Hello, Marcel. What brings you by?" I asked as I closed my book.

"Well I wanted to know when the last time you've seen Klaus was."

"Too be honest, I haven't seen him today. I assumed he was around here somewhere."

"Well, he wasn't meandering around in the courtyard or painting, so I have no idea where else he'd be."

"Perhaps he's still in his bed asleep. He was out quite late doing god knows what. Hopefully he didn't leave a trail of bodies in his wake this time," I said with a chuckle. Marcel looked amused.

"Actually, I already checked there. He wasn't there either."

"Well, then I guess he isn't home. Should I tell him to find you when he returns?"

"No...actually, I was hoping to talk to you without Klaus. So him not being here is a bit of a bonus," he said honestly with a shrug.

"Perfect. What did you want to talk about?" I asked with burning curiosity.

"Well, for starters, I know a little bit about where he was last night. One of my guys saw him at out at Mac's."

"Mac's? Why would he be there?"

"Get this, he was playing darts!"

"Darts? Are you sure they spotted Niklaus?" I joked.

"Definitely and he wasn't alone."

"Camille?"

"Nope. Close though! He was out drinking with Giselle of all people. Thought you might find that interesting."

"Very interesting indeed."

"I'm not telling you this because I want to cause any trouble. I'm telling you this because I think we need to watch out for Giselle. Klaus having any interest in her spells trouble. I don't want to see her wind up dead. We need to figure out what he wants from Giselle so that we can help keep her safe," he said seriously.

"I already think I know what Niklaus wants from her."

"What is it?"

"He thinks she's hiding some huge secret. He doesn't trust her motives for returning to the Quarter. You know my brother, he's always so paranoid. In this case, he finds her sudden appearance as strange," I said simply.

"What's so strange about it?"

"Well, Aurora, Tristan, and Lucien's presence here has caused a great deal of stress on all of us. We don't know what their end game is or why they are here. Every change around here is automatically registering in Niklaus' brain as a part of their plan."

"He thinks they sent in Giselle! Of course. That does make sense. I get why he's on edge but he's got to reign it in. He can't go off the tracks with crazy ideas, he'll get us all killed!"

"I fear that as well. We'll have to see what we can do to keep him settled...if that makes sense," I said slowly. He nodded.

"Let me know if you need anything."

"I certainly will."

"So what do you think about Giselle?"

"I think shes great. She is very cultured, well read, smart, funny, you name it. I do not, however, find her dangerous or suspicious in any way so far. So I'm choosing to trust her. I advised Niklaus to do the same."

"Of course he is a piss poor listener!" Marcel pointed out with a grin.

"That he is. I hope he doesn't scare her off. Doing so would likely drive a wedge between himself and Cami."

"That might not be the worst thing," he said quietly, as if he thought Niklaus could hear him.

"Why do you say that?" I asked with burning curiosity.

"It's just... the two of them keep getting closer and that puts Cami in exponentially increasing amounts of danger. Aurora being back is definitely going to rattle that situation further. I just worry for her safety."

"As do I but I'm afraid their friendship does more good than bad. Cami calms him."

"Either way, lets do what we can to keep both Cami and Giselle alive and well."

"Agreed."


Niklaus

I walked through the quarter when my phone began to ring. Oddly enough it was Davina.

"Hello there, Davina!" I greeted with my usual level of sarcasm.

"Hi Klaus."

"To what do I owe these pleasantries?"

"I need you to meet me in the cemetery, alone."

"What is this about exactly?"

"Just come here now! It's important, Klaus!"

"Fine. I'm on my way."

"I'll be waiting."

I hung up and headed for the cemetery. Davina still inhabited Kol's old lair a majority of the time which made finding her rather convenient.

"This better be good, witch," I sneered as I passed through the doorway

"Can you be a normal person for like five minutes?" she snapped. Evidently she was touchy today. Whatever this was about, it must be serious.

"I'm sure I can muster up some decency."

"Thank you. Now, I asked you to come down here because I'm kind of freaking out."

"Why invite me here? Why not call upon your little buddy, Marcel?"

"Because you'll believe me and nobody will fight it like you will."

"Alright, I'll bite. What exactly is happening thats got you all stirred up?"

"I'm not entirely sure the what. All I know is that something powerful is here in the Quarter. I can feel it. I'm not sure what or how many of them are here but the supernatural meter is off the charts!"

"Well the Strix is here. That could explain that," I said quickly.

"It might. I wanted to let you know that weird stuff is happening. Be careful. I'll keep an ear out to see if anybody else knows anything."

"I appreciate the warning. We'll be in touch."

I left the cemetery and headed back towards home. I kept alert, searching for any evidence of the force that Davina mentioned. For all I knew, this was a ploy by the witches to keep us occupied in order to distract from their own agenda. Nothing stuck out, until suddenly, something did. The faint sounds of a struggle in the distance. I ran towards it. I headed down and alley and came upon a confusing sight. It stopped me in my tracks.

Giselle was fighting off two men. Another laid at her feet, staked through the heart. The tall blonde one kicked her in the stomach, knocking her to the ground. I slowly began approaching. The vamp attacked her from behind, trying to bite her neck which was already drenched in blood. She ripped the stake out of the vampire corpse at her side. She slouched down and shoved it over her shoulder, right into the heart. He fell over and died right on the spot. The last of the vamps started in on her. She punched him in the face before grabbing his arm and using it to throw him onto the ground. She quickly bent down to reach into her bag. Out of the bag, she pulled another wooden stake. The vamp began to back up slowly to retreat. I took this as my cue. I darted behind the vamp and snapped his neck. He collapsed and she promptly staked him as well. I clapped slowly. It was an impressive display. Three vamps to one human is a lethal ratio but usually not for the vampires.

"Thanks for the help but I could have taken him," she said catching her breath.

"I know you could have but you'd already done two, I figured I'd pitch in a little." She smiled as she grabbed her neck, covering her hands in blood. "Come on. Let me see it."

"No, it's alright. I'll be fine."

"You are covered in your own blood. That is a deep wound. I doubt you can just put a band-aid on a bite that size!"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," she insisted again. She was mighty stubborn, just like Camille!

"Here, drink," I commanded before I bit my wrist open. I put it to her mouth before she could protest. She reluctantly took a few gulps before pulling away.

"I don't know how you guys drink this stuff."

"It grows on you," I said with a sheepish grin. Her wound was looking better by the second.

"Thanks for the blood. Although I feel like we don't know each other well enough to be exchanging bodily fluids," she joked.

"Friendships are all relative anyways, a mere social convention. I prefer to make my own rules."

"I can tell."

"You're a quick learner."

"Well, I hate to drink and run but I should really get going."

"You aren't going to tell me what this whole situation here was about?" I asked gesturing to the bodies.

"Not this second, but I will. I promise. Please?" For some reason I actually believed her with unwavering confidence.

"Alright. We'll talk Later then. Please be careful!"

"I make no promises!" She cooed before hurrying off leaving me to ponder the bizarre scene that had unfolded around me.


Elijah

With Marcel by my side, I headed down to Rousseau's. As anticipated, Camille was at her usual station behind the bar. She saw us and a big smile crossed her lips.

"Hello boys, what can I get ya?"

"Whiskeys. Neat if you don't mind," I replied. She promptly poured the two glasses.

"How are you guys?"

"No complaints."

"That's always a plus," she joked.

"I'm afraid we must admit that we did come here with a purpose," I said softly.

"Oh, no. What's happened now?" She asked with a sigh.

"Nothing...yet," Marcel replied seriously. A look for worry crossed her face.

"Do you know anything about Giselle and Niklaus' night out last night?" I asked curiously.

"They were out together? Uh... No...I don't know anything about it," she said sourly as she wiped the counter down.

"I see."

"Why does them hanging out even matter to you?"

"Well, Marcel seems to think that Klaus may be after something of Giselle's or maybe a secret she may be keeping- hence his sudden interest with her," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yes, we were hoping you might know what that thing might be," Marcel said with urgency.

"Giselle and I don't keep secrets from one another...I don't think she is keeping anything from you guys that would be valuable. But, our family does have access to a large collection of dark objects and extensive histories on vampire, werewolf, and witch families...maybe he is after something like that?" She suggested with a shrug.

"You might be onto something, Camille," I said with a nod. I don't know why I hadn't though of that. I desperately began trying to think of anything that Niklaus might want. Dark objects could do any number of things...it was going to be tough to determine what he thought he needed.


Niklaus

Under the veil of darkness a figure appeared in my bedroom doorway.

"Hello, Nik," a voice cooed. I turned my attention to the source.

"Giselle, please come in, have a seat," I said gesturing to the seat across from me. She sat, crossing her long legs in front of her. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"About earlier?"

"Yes, sort of. But before I do, I need you to promise me that this stays between us."

"Why tell me a huge secret? You barely know me..."

"Because you don't fully trust me. A part of you wants to but you can feel that I'm hiding something from you."

"And I'm right?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. Call me crazy but I actually enjoy your company. I don't think I'm being presumptuous by saying that you enjoy mine as well. But in order for you to fully do you need to know I'm 100% honest. So i'm going to just put it out there so there aren't any more secrets and then you can put those suspicions to rest," she said earnestly. I couldn't help but grin. Her gumption truly impressed me. She was so self assured at times it was scary. "So do you promise to keep my secret?"

"I do. You have my word."

"Okay...so here it goes...I'm a witch."

"Really?"

"Yes. Those vamps today didn't know that though. I've cloaked my magic so I could go unnoticed. I think they just intended to use me as their next meal," she said with a shrug.

"Amazing."

"Amazing? That's all you have to say?!" She asked with her hands on her hips.

"Well I've known many witches and this town has more than its fair share. Meeting them is no longer much of a surprise. Why make it some big secret?" I asked her.

"Well I'm not just any witch, I'm the first born of the first born of the first born...continuing up my entire bloodline. It comes with extraordinary power, but people have mostly forgotten that I existed many think I'm dead. You know, there used to be three covens that resided in the Quarter. There was a witch war and well...now there is only one. My coven, well what was left of it, fled to Savannah..."

"And the other one?"

"Were wiped out a few years ago."

"Fascinating. So why conceal yourself? Any wars between your covens are surely dead."

"I'm not so worried about the witches. I'm more concerned about Cami. She doesn't know yet...I don't know how to tell her something like this. She will freak out. She's already been through so much!"

"You've had a lifetime to tell her. Why haven't you? I thought you two told each other everything," I questioned. She took a deep breath.

"I didn't know I was a witch until eight years ago. I freaked out of course. I wanted to tell her but Uncle Kieran wouldn't allow me to. She hadn't uncovered the whole supernatural world yet and he didn't want her to. I respected his wishes. After I found out that she knew about these forces, I was going to tell her. I just couldn't find the words and chickened out."

"What happened eight years ago?" I asked suddenly incredibly curious.

"My Grandma Georgette died. Unbeknownst to me, she bound and veiled my powers at my father's request when I was a small child. What nether of them had realized was that once she died, her spell on my powers would disappear too. So suddenly I was over flowing with power that I didn't know how to control. I was only 16 years old. I was young, scared, angry, and alone. I felt like my whole life up until that point was a lie," she said sadly. There was pain in her blue eyes.

"I know a little about that myself."

"Really?" She asked relieved that she wasn't alone.

"Yes. I'm a hybrid you know-half vampire, half werewolf. Ester, a witch, had an affair and conceived me with a werewolf. She hid the whole thing, including the fact that I was half wolf for many years. She made me wear a necklace to suppress the strength of that part of me, telling me rubbish about it being to protect me from harm. Then one day the necklace came off. I too felt the sudden surge of power and in that moment I discovered the truth that had been hidden from me all along. It was infuriating."

"I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Niklaus. You must have felt so betrayed," Giselle said seriously. It was kind of refreshing to talk to somebody who truly understood the experience. It was a rarity.

"I really did..."I was quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Cami should know about you, you know."

"I know. I keep meaning to. I'll do it soon, I promise."

"Good. Until then, I wont tell anybody."

"Thank you, Nik."

"You're welcome."

"You know, I would like to help you and your family with those three vamps that have come to town."

"They are incredibly dangerous."

"So, I don't care. If you need anything, I could be of service," she offered.

"Hanging around with us is going to get you killed, Giselle," I warned her.

"What's the point in living if you play it safe? I've got abilities and I intend to use them to kick some ass," she said defiantly. I laughed heartily.

"I like you, Giselle. We are going to have a lot of fun together..."


Thank you all for take the time to read Sinners and Saints! I hope you'll stick with me and keep reading to see what shenanigans Giselle brings forth to The Originals! Comments and feedback are appreciated! This is my first Originals Fanfic so take it easy on me :)