Sinners and Saints
Chapter 5
Giselle
In the comfort of my own home, I was very hard at work. I broke into the only locked room in my childhood home. I'd never been in it before. For my entire life my father had locked his little witch den. Obviously this had a lot to do with me not knowing about the mere notion of witches let alone that my father and his entire family were witches as well. Luckily for me, my father mentioned it in his journal and so I knew I needed to get inside it. I had to see it for myself. Now, I was like a kid in a candy store within it's walls like I imagined my father used to. The place was stocked with shelves and tables full of ingredients and equipment for spells and potions. In the corner, a bookshelf housed a small collection of grimoire's from family members long since passed. I had everything I needed to protect those around me.
I poured in the final ingredient into the small bowl in front of me. It began to smoke as I waved my hand over the top, chanting. I closed my eyes concentrating on the task at hand. Then, suddenly, it was over. I smiled, pleased with my work. I found a vile on one of the shelves and filled it with my new concoction. My phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Hello love," Niklaus greeted chipper.
"Hi, Klaus."
"So, how is everything coming along?"
"Fantastic. I just bottled up the serum. We should be all set to go."
"Perfect!"
"Have you spotted my mark yet?" I asked him seriously.
"Why yes I have! He's at Rousseau's as we speak. He's wearing a brown jacket."
"Is Cami there?"
"Not yet. So...We should be able to get our plan underway with no difficulty," he said confidently.
"Great. Glad to hear it!"
"You aren't having any second thoughts about this, are you?" He asked with concern.
"Of course not. When I told you I was in, I meant it. You are going to be close by right?" I asked double checking. A smart girl wouldn't get herself tangled in trouble without back up.
"I can assure you that I'll be very near to you in case something goes wrong. I'll do everything that I can to keep you safe."
"Okay, I'll head out now. See you soon."
"Goodbye, Giselle, please do be careful."
I hung up and headed towards the door. Clad in a cocktail dress and a leather jacket, I shoved the vial of serum into my purse and headed out into the night. It was a quick walk to Rousseau's. I ordered a glass of bourbon and looked around the bar. It wasn't hard to spot Tristan. He was making his way through the bar with a nearly full drink. Carefully, I timed it so that I stepped backwards just as he was about to pass, sending me bumping into him. His drink spilled onto the floor.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so so sorry!" I apologized as I reached for a napkin to dry his hand. I gave him my most innocent and apologetic facial expression.
"Oh it's quite alright."
"Here, let me make it up to you. Can I buy you a drink? You know to replace the one I just splattered all across the floor?" A wicked grin crossed his lips as he looked me up and down.
"I'd like that very much, as long as you'll join me while I drink it, of course," he said with a sparkle in his eye.
"That can definitely be arranged..."
I grabbed another drink for him and met him over at a table in the corner.
"Well thank you."
"My pleasure. I'm Giselle by the way."
"Giselle, what a beautiful name! I'm Tristan."
Niklaus
I watched from across the street as Giselle charmed and flirted the knickers off Tristan. She was doing quite well. He was enamored by the blonde from the start. I was very impressed with her performance and the plan all together. I was even more surprised at her willingness to put herself into the action.
A second round of drinks were ordered and Tristan got up to go to the restroom.
The instant the drinks arrived, Giselle reached into her purse and pulled out the vile. She dumped the entire bottle in without being detected. Tristan returned to the table and Giselle goaded him into drinking it by doing convincing him to cheers. A sly smile crossed her lips. Her confidence was apparent even from this far away. I sighed...I wasn't sure how long something like this would take and I was growing anxious for it all to be over.
30 minutes later, I saw her rise to her feet and head for the door. Tristan gave her a kiss on the cheek and they parted ways. I met Giselle at our designated spot, in the alley way behind the bar.
"How did it-"
"Come on, let's get out of here!" She urged. I obliged and followed her. We headed back to my place without question. I still had no idea where she lived, she was still quite a mystery to me.
"Let's just head up into my room," I suggested quietly. I wanted to talk through this whole ordeal before bringing it to my brothers attention. Elijah always was such a worry wort.
"Fine with me." We quickly and quietly headed up to my room not alerting my siblings to my return. We entered and closed the door. She wasted no time plopping down in the edge of my bed, making herself at home. I sat down near her.
"So, how did it go?"
"The serum was flawless, worked just like it was supposed to. He couldn't help but spill everything."
"Will he remember this?"
"No, he wont remember the night after that second drink. We should be fine," she assured me.
"What were you able to figure out? Why are they here?"
"They are here to protect themselves."
"From what?"
"From your demise, evidently. There has been a lot of fear among the vampire community. Your brothers, Kol and Finn...they are dead and their deaths have ended their bloodlines. So naturally, the last three bloodlines are in a panic. They don't want to suffer the same fate," Giselle shrugged.
"So why come back here? This isn't exactly the safest place in the world!" I remarked.
"Well the Originals are here of course! Apparently they would like to protect their sires as well. How? I have no fucking clue."
"I have a feeling something sinister might be the end game this time."
"Absolutely. I don't think they were thinking about doing the whole body guard thing." I chuckled.
"How do you think we should go about this little scenario?"
"I think you and Elijah need to play along. Just see what unfolds. Short of murdering all of them, their is no way to know how to end it without knowing what their end game is."
"Well killing them all isn't off the table!" I said coyly. She glared at me. "I was kidding!"
"No you weren't," she said with a hearty laugh.
"You get me!"
"Niklaus! Niklaus, are you there?" I heard Elijah call out as he knocked on the door. I looked to Giselle.
"I'll hide!" She offered, mouthing the words as to not be detected by the ridiculously good hearing of a vampire. I nodded and she climbed under the bed.
"Come in brother!" The door swung open. His expression was incredibly stern.
"What is it, Elijah? You look positively upset!"
"I am upset...I think you were right."
"Of course I am...what was I right about this time?" I asked cheekily.
"Giselle."
"What about her?"
"Well, I don't know if we can trust her now!" He exclaimed. I was surprised at his sudden switch in stance.
"Why are you questioning her now? You were completely elated with her being here not too long ago."
"Marcel just arrived. He said he spotted her in the quarter this evening... With Tristan de Martel! I should have trusted your instincts, Niklaus."
"Elijah, she isn't working for them."
"How can you possibly know that?"
"Because she's working with me. Come on out, love," I said softly. She emerged from under the bed.
"Hello, Elijah," she said sourly as she readjusted her dress. She was miffed at his accusations, and understandably so.
"My apologies, Giselle. I just made a foolish assumption based on hearsay," he mumbled. He was clearly a little embarrassed.
"Yes, you did. I'm not here to screw you guys over. Call me crazy but I actually enjoy your family. So don't be a dick," she said putting her hands on her hips. I laughed at her profanity.
"You know, Elijah, She actually put herself on the line for us tonight. She was getting to the bottom of our de martel mystery. If at any point she screwed up, she would have been at the mercy of a very powerful vampire. Be grateful," I advised.
"Fair enough. I appreciate your help, Giselle...but surely alcohol wasn't enough to goad him into spilling the beans!" He said critically.
"Of course not! That's what potions are for!"
"Where did you get a potion like that?" He asked curiously.
"Freya, of course," I lied. I'd just promised Giselle I'd guard her witchy secret. I couldn't blow it all out of the water already. She'd never trust me then. I quite liked working with her and she was a very fun ally to have so far.
"Of course. What did you discover?" He asked her intently.
"That they have returned to protect their sires from harm in order to protect their own immortality," she replied with a haughty tone.
"Interesting...What do you think we should do, Niklaus?"
"Giselle and I were just talking about that actually."
"For what it's worth, Elijah, I think you guys need to just play along with this whole thing. Once we figure out their end game, we can put plans in place to stop it." He paused for a moment, processing her idea.
"I see your point. I like it," he decided.
"Smashing! Its not often that us brothers agree!" I said with a laugh. "Lets go have a drink shall we?"
"I'd love one," Giselle replied with a smile as she headed out towards the courtyard. Elijah and I followed suit.
Elijah
The drinks began the flow and truthfully I was having a great time. Even the all business Marcel joined the festivities. His mood was playful as he put on some music to fill out he festive feel. It was some fast paced jazz, just what the New Orleans culture was known for. The kind of music we thrived on once upon a time. I had to admit it was infectious. Marcel grabbed Giselle's hands, pulling her to her feet. They began to dance energetically.
"Still a sloppy dancer I see!" Klaus teased.
"Oh come on, Brother, be nice," I scolded.
"He's a fine dancer!" Giselle said defending him.
"See! The lady agrees!" he said with a laugh as he spun her around.
"Another round?" Klaus asked with a wicked grin as he moved to the bar. He carefully refilled our glasses with fresh bourbon. Giselle and Marcel ceased their dance and walked over to have a drink.
"I have to say, gentlemen, you sure know how to show a girl a good time."
"It's an honor to have such a valued guest and ally," my brother said with a tilt of his glass. She winked.
"Tell that to Grumpy gills over here," she said pointing to me.
"Grumpy gills?" I asked with an amused smile.
"Yes! You always are so serious!"
"I am not! I know how to have fun!" I said decidedly.
"Well then you'll have to prove it!" she challenged confidently as she put one hand on her hip.
"Alright then, challenge accepted." I took a swig of my bourbon and set the glass down. She raised her eyebrows in intrigue. I walked towards her and grabbed the drink from her hand. I set the drink down.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought we'd have a dance." I grabbed her hands and led her away from the bar. I pulled her close and we began to move. The fresh scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. I spun her around and she laughed wildly. She was incredibly light on her feet.
"My, my, Elijah...you are quite a dancer. Color me impressed."
"Why thank you, I've been practicing for a thousand years!" I remarked. A laugh escaped her lips. I pulled her against my body, feeling her warm touch. Her blue eyes met mine for a moment. I quickly dipped her. Her long, blonde hair nearly touching the ground.
"Am I interrupting something?" a familiar voice asked grumpily. I looked up to see a very displeased Hayley. I raised Giselle back upright. She released her grip on me.
"Hello, Hayley! Come to join the festivities?!" Niklaus asked cheekily. He really loved getting under her skin.
"No, I came because my daughter will not sleep without her favorite toy...which was left here. I came to retrieve it."
"Don't you mean our daughter?"
"Whatever, Klaus. Why don't you just get back to partying with your new blonde playboy bunny?" she snapped.
"Oh...touchy tonight are we?" He said with a laugh.
"Her name is Giselle and she is our guest. I will not allow you to enter our home and insult our guests," I said calmly. She frowned and clenched her fists. Hayley was furious. Giselle on the other hand, wore a smug smile.
"But I-"
"Get the toy and go home to Hope, Hayley. Now!" My brother ordered. He was out of patience with her and had a new found allegiance to Giselle. Hayley rushed up the stairs in a huff to where Hope's nursery was. Niklaus walked over to our guest.
"I apologize for how rude the mother of my child is. You could say she was raised by wolves!" He joked. She threw her head back and laughed.
"It's quite alright, Nik. I'm used to insecure people making up for their short comings by spitting venom," she replied simply. I was impressed by her level of decorum.
"Atta girl. You are above it all. I hope she learns her place soon enough. As far as I'm concerned, you are here to stay, whether she likes it or not."
"I appreciate that. I'm sure her and I will be great pals soon enough," Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Hayley stormed back through the courtyard.
"Goodnight," I sincerely said softly. She didn't utter a word of reply as she made her exit. I resisted the urge to follow her to make sure she was alright. That was Jackson's job now, she'd made that quite clear after the nuptials. I was just a friend now, if even that. She treated us all like the in-laws she never wanted but I suppose in a way, we were.
"Shall we get back to our fantastic evening?" Niklaus suggested.
"Please!" Giselle agreed.
"We shall. Another dance, my lady?" I asked as I extended my hand to her. She looked a bit surprised but with happy silence she took it. I spun her around playfully and with that, the festivities were back under way and the drinks began to flow again.
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 :)
