Sinners and Saints

Chapter 10


Giselle

Nik followed me into the house, looking around curiously at his new surroundings. I watched him, amused by the subtle expression changes coming across his face as he took it all in. He was curious, trying to make some sort of sense about me by what my house contained. It was as if he was trying to solve my mysteries or find out more about me. He walked by the couch...which was like most of the furniture here...old.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him coyly.

"No. It's a very beautiful home..." he said trying to cover his true opinion.

"But?" I pressed further. He sighed knowing it was easier to just come out with it. I really was just a bit interested in what was going on in that pretty head of his.

"But...it just isn't how I pictured it to look. It doesn't scream Giselle!"

"You're right, it doesn't. This is my Fathers furniture. Don't worry, it'll be gone in a few days. I've already sent for my furniture."

"You set me up!"

"Damn right. You should have seen your face!"

"You made a fool of me, Giselle! But I guess that means your stay is incredibly official then, if you are bringing your furniture," he observed with a slight grin.

"Very official! I already told you I was staying several times!"

"I know but people have a habit of saying things they don't mean. Also, many find being involved with the Original vampire family is more trouble then we are worth in all honesty," he said sounding a bit hurt. I studied his face carefully, attempting to get a read f him. I knew that he had suffered so much loss and betrayal in his long lifetime that he didn't know how to trust people anymore...It was really heartbreaking. He truly was an amazing man but a complicated man as well. I knew that I had to be careful in dealing with him. Being upfront and honest was crucial.

"Well, I'm a pretty honest person, Nik. I value honesty very much. I want you to know you can trust me. Just don't fucking lie to me either," I warned. I too had been burned by those close to me.

"I wont," he said with a smile as he slung and arm around my shoulders. "Now, I must see your childhood bedroom!"

"Okay, come along. Fair warning, its horrendous! Keep in mind I last lived in this room when I was eleven!" I said leading him down the long hallway to my old room. "Alright, here it is!"

We stepped into my childhood bedroom. It was as if the color pink exploded...except for a black duvet on the bed. Furbys and barbies lay in a box in the closet, posters of old Disney channel shows hung on the walls, stuffed animals lay piled in the chair in the corner...it was a typical child's room.

"I knew you were dark but a black blanket?" He teased.

"Don't worry, I was a perfectly well adjusted child then. I changed the duvet much later. I couldn't stand the hideous pink and purple monstrosity that used to be in here when I'd come to town to visit Cami, Sean, and Kieran. So I replaced it. This time around, since it's a more permanent stay, I took over the master suite. No more pink bedrooms for me," I said with a nostalgic smile. He walked over in the direction of my wall of trophies and my desk where I'd spent many hours pouring over my studies.

"Somebody was a bit of a science nerd," he teased as he glanced at my science fair trophies. "Oh, and martial arts too? My my you were a busy child."

"Yes, Father was very adamant that I needed activities: a physical one and a mental one to keep me sharp. He decided on me pursuing science and martial arts."

"He decided..."

"Yeah, he parented with authority. No exceptions. So what he decided was what was done. End of story. So when he insisted I throw all of my time into science and martial arts, I had no choice."

"Odd activities for a young girl," he noted.

"Yeah, I was always more of a creative type. I really wanted to do dance classes with my friends and Cami but he insisted that it was a foolish waste of time. Looking back he was probably right. Dancing wouldn't have led anywhere. He wanted me to learn more practical skills!"

"Seems a bit harsh of him. He didn't let you be you. That is one of the worst things a parent can do to a child- to teach them that they aren't amazing just the way they are."

"It definitely made our relationship miserable. I hated him and his mistreatment of me."

"I know a little something about that," he said softly, referring to his relationship with the man who raised him.

"It's a terrible thing. You know, I didn't realize what he'd been doing until I found out I was a witch when I was 16. He had been molding me all along to be some powerful witch, a warrior. He was preparing me for a world and a life that I never thought I'd have to face," I said with a little anger. I'd long resented my father. He was cold and callous. He wasn't a suitable father after the death of my Mother. He'd changed a great deal after, but death had a way of changing people's souls.

"All of it has made you a stronger and more persevering person, Giselle. It's gotten you here," he said bringing me in for a hug. His arms brought me a sense of comfort.

"I know, I know.. Doesn't make it any less painful though."

"Fair enough, but being able to revel in your own successes helps. You are a very successful woman, Giselle, that is the ultimate victory. He's dead and you are happy in ways that he could only have dreamed of, "he said softly.

"You have a pretty fair point...when did you get all wise?"

"Over the last few centuries. You have a lot of time to think when everybody thinks you are an ass!" he replied. I laughed heartily.

"Well that explains it...so, while you're here, do you wanna see my lab?" I asked suddenly.

"I absolutely would." He released his grip on me and I led him to my locked room of witchcraft. I opened the door and let him step inside.

"Well this is my lab..." I said throwing my arms out like Vanna White.

"My my...You have quite a stock pile here," he marveled as he walked around within the large room, past the bookshelves of grimoires and shelves of ingredients for spells, and even past my chem lab set.

"My Fathers family were all very into their craft. Over time they were able to build up a very large supply. So I inherited quite a bit of useful items." He walked slowly around the room and opened a closet in the corner. It was my weapon's closet.

"Let's see...stakes, spears, vervain bombs...You have enough vampire weapons to arm an army!"

"Yes. I do. So those regular vampires need to be careful!" I joked.

"No kidding. I guess I don't need to worry about you at all! You'll be the safest woman in New Orleans!"

"I just might be...especially if I can get my latest project completed."

"Project? I'm very interested. Tell me about it," he insisted. I could tell he was actually interested which was very refreshing. Most people either got terrified or their eyes were glazed over from boredom at the mere mention of my projects.

"Well, I've purchased some tranquilizer guns and am in the process of perfecting a new serum to fill the darts with. I'm trying to concentrate vervain and combine it with other chemicals to make it very useful for defending against or catching Vampires. I'm not getting the combination just right."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Well I have mastered the quick releasing ones but I was trying to slow it down as we like a delayed release. That would make it a little less obvious to people around them. I like to have options."

"The extra time could allow you the opportunity to get multiple vampires before they know what's happening..."

"Exactly. So that's my latest pet project," I said with a shrug.

"I might need one so I can hit Hayley with them when she's being ridiculous!" He joked.

"I'll get right on it!..."

"Perfect!...So, I guess I should be going."

"So soon? Was it my giant closet of stakes that scared you off?"

"No," he said with a laugh. "I just don't want to be a bother...I kinda just sprung my presence on your last minute."

"No don't be silly, Nik. I love that you're here, so stay! We can drink some bourbon and just hang out..."I suggested.

"Fantastic!"


I heard a loud, booming knock on my door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Niklaus asked curiously.

"No, not that I know of... Oh wait- the pizza!" I said with a chuckle as I hopped up from the couch. "I'll grab the food. Why don't you go into the liquor cabinet and grab another bottle of bourbon? There's a bunch in there that are as old as I am."

"Smashing idea, love." He stood and grabbed the two glasses to take with him towards the stash of alcohol. I headed to the door with some cash for the delivery person. I whipped open the door.

"Hi, sorry about the wai- Elijah?" I asked wide eyed in complete surprise. Elijah stood in front of me with a tiny little teenage brunette. How on earth did he know where I live? "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I live here," I declared. A look of anger crossed his face.

"Does anybody live here with you?"

"No. Why is that any of your business?" He took a deep breath.

"You know, Giselle, I really took a liking to you when you came to town. Not everybody here wanted to accept you, they surely weren't convinced they could trust you.. I went out on a limb for you and all along you have been deceitful!" he seethed.

"What the hell are you talking about, Elijah?"

"Giselle, this is Davina Claire, she's been tracking a mysterious powerful source here in the quarter. Her ancestors warned of the presence of a dangerous being. Imagine my surprise when we finally pin point the source of this power and low and behold you open the door!" They had tracked me while my bracelet was off...I was so sure that I'd covered my tracks...I'd been so careful to cloak myself.

"Oh wait Just a damn minute, Elijah! You do not get to just show up at my doorstep, unannounced and uninvited and make malicious accusations. You are just making unfounded claims based on hearsay! I can assure you that I have not been dishonest with you or your family!" I snapped.

"Oh my gosh...you're a witch!" Davina accused suddenly, as if she just put all the pieces together.

"She is?" Elijah asked.

"Yeah, I can tell...this house...it's the LeBlanc house...a well known family of witches."

"Well, you better be prepared, Giselle, because when Niklaus finds out about this he is going to make your life hell on earth. If he lets you live, he will never want to speak to you again!"

"How dare you! I-"

"What's taking so long, Love?" Nik called out as he popped around the corner with freshly poured glasses of bourbon. He handed me a glass. "Oh, hello Elijah."

"Hello Niklaus..."

"As you were saying, Elijah?" I asked cheekily before taking a sip of bourbon. I looked at the slightly perturbed elder Mikaelson with complete amusement. He hadn't taken into account that his brother was indeed here already.

"Never mind that, it can wait."

"Why wait? Go on with it!" I encouraged. He glared at me.

"That's quite alright..."

"Fine, I'll bring it up. Elijah has come here to throw around some frivolous accusations!" Nik looked at his older brother with a furrowed brow and anger.

"What have you done, Brother?! I told you this morning that you needed to leave it and her alone! What part of that didn't you understand!?" He growled.

"Let me explain!"

"Alright, go on with it then."

"I...Brother... Davina told me about the powerful being that moved into the Quarter...You know, the one she informed you of many days ago without you even mentioning it to me.."

"Oh right! I remember now. What about it?" He asked very innocently.

"Well we finally were able to pin point the location."

"Mhmm...get on with it Elijah, you are being so dramatic!"

"The trail led here. Right to Giselle's door!"

"She's a witch!" Davina accused again.

"Right," he agreed with a wicked grin.

"We're serious, Brother...I figured you'd react more aptly to such news."

"Oh, sorry to disappoint you. But, you see, you haven't told me anything that I didn't already know before you arrived."

"What!? You knew that she was a witch and didn't think to mention it?"

"She told me what she was the same day Davina told me about the powerful source. I put two and two together. I gave her my word that I wouldn't divulge that information to other people and I kept that promise to her. She has tried very hard to conceal that secret and I didn't want to tarnish that. Her secret wasn't harming anybody. If it had, I can assure you that I'd have mentioned it."

"We are family! You could have trusted me with this!" he insisted.

"I gave her my word, Elijah! I would have thought that meant something to you! You always took pride in following through on your word!"

"Can you two not fight about this? Bottom line, it was my secret and I didn't want anybody else to know about this before I could tell Cam!" I said urgently. A look of guilt crossed Elijah's face.

"She doesn't know?" he asked.

"No, she doesn't. I don't know how to tell her either. So until I do, I need you all to keep your mouths shut! Do I have your word?" I barked.

"Absolutely," Davina agreed with a scared look on her round face.

"Elijah?"

"I suppose I can keep this under wraps for a little while," Elijah said quietly.

"Thank you."

"Can we tell Hayley?" He asked.

"Hell no. The first thing she'll do is tell Cami to hurt me. Tell nobody! I mean it. Trust me, you wont like me when I'm angry..." I warned. Elijah and Davina looked at each other with worried expressions across their faces. A wicked smile crossed Nik's lips.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, love," he beamed, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "We are all going to have so much 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 :)