It's safe to assume that one would have to be very thorough with their decision in becoming a pet for an original vampire. For one thing, you need to tailor yourself to their tastes, you can never be an inconvenience during their most dangerous of situations, acting constantly appreciative would also place a damper on the decision, as well as the amount of restraint needed to step in and prevent them from hurting people or people from hurting them, or their family members….

These were the factors that she should have taken into account when a gang took a chance to be cruel to a puppy six months ago, on the very night her curse was activated. She would be stuck in any animal form in the darkness of the night.

While she chose to go for the dangerous, eye-catching, complicated cross-breed, it was not one of her best times to be caught vulnerable and unable to expose her magic. Though, it didn't matter much; she was an innocent animal, under the pretense of pain and covered in blood. And in that moment the situation had become of interest to the angered Original vampire she would soon choose to call 'Master' for a while.

She could see that he was in a foul mood with the amount of bloodlust that slaked his expression that night. When he attacked he was vicious and quite… messy. A far-cry from the stories told about his more civil handy-work, and she was appreciative of the centuries she had lived, building up her tolerance for such atrocities of a vampire's nature.

"When you choose to pick on an inno cent being in future you will always remember this night, you look back at being a helpless victim in a situation of which you could not control."

There was a pause for a moment as he caught his breath while his compelled foe lay squashed tightly against the wall by his neck. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed there were five bodies sprawled across the narrow alley bathed in blood, wordlessly warning her of the venture she was about to embark on.

"Now get out of my sight." He growled and released his fists, causing the man, frightened beyond belief, to remove himself away from the situation that was the nightmare of his life.

The defeated-looking Original ran his hand through his hair and glanced around before he leaned onto the alley-wall and fell to the floor.

Rolling eyes and inwardly sighing as to what had become of her immortal life she trotted towards him. Someone in the higher-powers above gave her this opportunity was still on her side. Anyone could have come to her aid, but it just so happened to be an Original vampire.

For her this was a sign, she didn't believe in extreme coincidences such as these. The only problem was that she had to reveal her identity to him if she wanted to attain his trust and perceive anonymity against the supernatural community. It would be a hard task since she didn't want to continually look over her shoulder all the while hoping to move ahead with her original plan of work-leave.

She placed her two small paws on his hand, making him look down at her and went through his mind as her blue eyes met with his dark ones. He abruptly pulled back, feeling the intrusion but did not back away, feeling intrigued at the creature in front of him.

Deeming this as progress instead of a set-back she once again placed her paw upon his own and allowed him access to selected memories.

"Remarkable." He murmured under his breath.

I am Drianna Castell. She spoke in his mind.

"Elijah Mikaelson." He replied coming out of his stupor. "Forgive me for my appearance Miss Castell; I, haven't had the most agreeable of nights."

It is of no consequence. I should be thanking you for saving my life. Clearly you are in need of a solution. I can help you if you are willing to assist me. She stated getting to the point. Apparently, my magic stays with me in this form.

He looked at her, skeptical. "How would you- Why would you choose to help me full knowing what I am?" thinking back to what he had seen of her memories.

I was trying to seek you out because of what you are.

"And what of me appeals to a powerful creature such as yourself that you chose to go through the effort of finding me?" He took a more casual stance and leaned against the wall, both hands slipped in his trouser pockets.

Drianna hesitated to give him information; she'd only just met Elijah. She didn't want to relay any of her weaknesses, but the man that stood in front of her walked the Earth for a thousand years. If she wanted anything from him he would require her trust from the start.

I did not track you. I am cursed to the form of an animal by night.

"And you think I can help you?"

She was amused by his way of thinking; of course he would conclude that she'd want something immediately. Going to the most feared of their raced would be looked upon as a rarely sought out option.

You were not my last measure, Mr. Mikaelson. This curse will eventually come to pass. The witch responsible will die soon enough. I assure you that I have more intention of offering my help than receiving any.

He was silent; contemplating his next words. He didn't trust this new creature. Her existence was unheard of and yet there seemed to be no ordeal regarding her to make him believe that she was an abomination of nature like the race he and his siblings had sired. She had magic, and it was that sole reason that made him reluctant to accept her proposal.

"I will need more of a demonstration than a fancy trick like talking in my head. The little display earlier for one doesn't do you any favors."

We haven't discussed a deal as yet. This is merely you considering taking this conversation further. She told him, choosing to ignore the hit to her strength. Right now, see this as an interview. Two questions come to mind; "Would I work for you?" and "Would you allow me to work for you?"

He agreed with her observation. If she was as powerful as her memories claimed, he would have nothing to lose until daybreak, which took place within the next four hours.

"Might I suggest we move to a more enclosed location? There are patrols that come across these alley ways that are loyal to another faction in the French Quarter." He indulged her in a titbit of information in hopes of getting her to agree with him.

She sighed in annoyance looking down at her furry form. She supposed she caught him at a rather vulnerable and awkward time to discuss negotiations.

And now allow me to convey my own apologies. I never meant to find help in this form.

"It is of no consequence." He smirked, throwing her words back at her.