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Now, this chapter will take place in the pilot episode and the 4x20 episode where the original vamps, except Bek, comes to town, so we will be meeting Elijah in this chapter! But will we be seeing a certain blonde haired, totally gorgeous hybrid? Keep reading and we will see *wink wink*
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Chapter Two:
Both Ivy and Hermione were in awe of the busy French Quarter in New Orleans. Bands played on the sidewalk, magicians showed their tricks to the tourists, artists were painting near the fountain…it was basically another world to them and with both having grown up in England and experienced Australia, they were excited by the city of New Orleans. They had joined a tourist group that were following a man with long brown hair, who was showing the place. He had showed them the many entertainment areas, the witches' stores, plus many more.
Hermione looked around in awe of the place and smiled, before suddenly, she felt eyes on her. She looked around and her eyes fell upon a blonde-haired man, who was looking at her intensely. She could sense that there was something different about him, but she continued to stare at him. He was standing near the traffic lights and was staring at her, smiling as he did. He nodded his head, giving her a little bow. She blushed, smiling at him, wondering who he was. Then she frowned, wondering what she was doing. Yes, it had been years since Ron died, but the pain was still there. She looked at the man again and smiled sadly, noticing that he too frowned at her sudden change of mind. She stared at him for a moment longer, before she heard her name being called and looked in the direction of Ivy, who was waving to her. She nodded to Ivy before turning back to the man, only to see that he was gone. She sighed and caught up with her best friend, who apparently found a bar that was also a restaurant and Ivy gestured that they go in.
The bar was like any other bar, filled with tables and chairs and a pool table. There only a few customers, and so Ivy and Hermione grabbed one of the tables. While Ivy grabbed the menu, Hermione looked around the bar and took in the sight. It was dark, but not broody as it had a family manner about it. There was a kitchen near the bar area and Hermione could make out a young woman wearing an apron, chopping up vegetables. Hermione looked around and her eyes fell upon a job seeking post on the board. Apparently the bar was in need of waitress and barmaids.
"Ivy, look, this place is looking for people. Perhaps we can get a job here." Hermione suggested.
"Do you really want to work here? And now? I mean we just got here…let's get to know the place first…" Ivy said, still reading the menu.
Hermione scoffed. "Well you were the one who suggested we get new lives and stuff…why not apply for jobs?"
Ivy looked at her. "Good point…but I was thinking more along the lines of university or school, not a job. I mean we have enough money to last us so many lifetimes… and yes, I know that we've already studied at uni, but I wouldn't mind studying a degree in medicine since I already have a degree in nursing…"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Seriously Ivy, more studying? You hated uni…if I recall, it was me who love the studying, the books, the many classes…Psychology was fun to learn…"
"Besides the point…well I guess we can get a job here…it's close to the apartment…I'll go and ask shall I?" Ivy stated, standing up from her seat and walking over to the bar. A woman, who looked to be in her late thirties was talking to a young woman, who looked a little young to be in the bar, but she just shook her head and sat on the stool, on the left side of the young girl. As Ivy sat, she caught the end of their conversation.
"Be careful, the bayou is the last place you wanna go." The older woman spoke. The younger woman just nodded her head and grabbed her shawl, and blinked when she saw Ivy sitting there. She then smiled at Ivy, and left the bar. Ivy shrugged and turned to the older woman, who was walking to behind the bar.
"Sorry for interrupting your conversation. I didn't to pry or anything…"Ivy spoke softly.
The older woman smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all…new to town?"
Ivy nodded. "Yes…it's the accent isn't it?"
The woman laughed. "Something like that. You don't get many Brits around here. So what brings you here?"
Ivy sighed. "New start, new life…England wasn't quite working out for us, so we left."
"Us?" the woman asked.
Ivy turned around and pointed to Hermione, who waved at them. "My sister and I…We're from Surrey and we were going to do a gap year, and travel the world, but there's just something about America that made is want to stay."
The woman smiled. "Well, welcome. I'm Jane-Anne Deveraux. That woman chopping up the veggies in the kitchen over there is my sister, Sophie. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Jane extended her hand out to Ivy, who smiled and grabbed it. Then suddenly, Jane gasped as a spark went between the two and Ivy quickly dropped the connection and pulled her hand back. Hermione noticed the exchange and rushed beside Ivy, who was slowly reaching for her wand.
"What are you?" Jane asked, her voice low. Sophie noticed the shift in tension and walked out of the kitchen with a knife in her hand.
"What do you mean?" Ivy whispered, her hand grasping her wand. Her heart was beating and she silently cursed herself, wondering why the potion wasn't working.
"I asked you what you are…you're obviously not a vampire, nor a werewolf. You have magic in you, but not our kind of magic. So what are you?" Jane asked again, Sophie standing beside her.
Ivy stood up and pulled out her wand, at which Jane gasped and stared her with awe, as well as Sophie.
"I've heard rumours, read stories but I've never actually seen a wand-wielder before. This is wonderful…a wand-wielder, in my bar." Jane spoke. Sophie frowned, wondering what her sister was going on about.
"Good one Ivy, only been here two days and already we've managed to out ourselves as witches." Hermione muttered under her breath.
Ivy rolled her eyes and focused on Jane. "We are not here to hurt you. We just wanted to apply for a job here…Hermione said that you have a sign on the notice board saying that you were looking for barmaids and waitresses. We were wondering if we can apply."
Jane nodded. "Of course…I'm sure that we can work something out…"
Sophie looked at her sister. "Are you sure that's wise sister?"
Jane turned to her sister and grabbed her hand, taking the knife and placing it on the counter.
"Yes, I am sure. Sophie, these witches aren't just any witches. They are objects of pure magic, channelling that magic through themselves, not some ancestral line like we do. They use wands, but if they wanted to, they could learn not to use their wands…they can help us sister…Heck I didn't sense that they were witches until Ivy here shook my hand." Jane spoke, her voice soft.
"Well, at least we know the potion works…" Hermione began. "Just not in the way we hoped it would."
Sophie frowned. "What potion?"
"A masking potion, to mask our magic. But like Jane said, you found out we were witches through touch, which brings me to believe that only unless someone physically touches us, they won't know we're magic." Hermione told her.
Sophie nodded. "That's handy…"
Ivy smiled, hugging her sister. "She's a thoughtful witch…kept me alive these last 11 or so years…"
"You two are family, not related by blood, but family nonetheless. I admire that…" Sophie observed.
Jane sighed. "Yes, which is why we will need them...You are asking for jobs here, yes? Well, you're hired. I trust that you both have some experience in working in a bar?"
Ivy nodded. "Yes, we do…wait; you're just going to hire us like that?"
Jane shrugged. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes there is…we hardly know them sis…perhaps we should interview them before they start working, I mean because they are witches, after all." Sophie suggested.
Jane shook her head. "Soph, they are beings of pure magic. The sooner they are in the protection of the witches, the more likely that Marcel won't find out about them. We help them; they help us…if that is alright, ladies? You come under our protection, and in return you help us?"
Ivy looked at Hermione who nodded. "That sounds reasonable, asking for our help…but there are some things that you should know."
"You're on the run?" Jane pointed out.
Ivy tilted her head. "How did you know?"
Jane waved her hand. "Both of you are letting off that vibe…you're on the run from something, or should someone…"
Hermione nodded. "We are…but it's complicated and we would ask if that would be kept a secret."
"We will…might I ask what you did to warrant going on the run? You're witches, so I don't understand…" Jane stated.
Hermione sighed. "Let's just say that the people that are after us are witches and have their ways…I wish we could explain further but we don't you that well…perhaps we will tell you all, but we'd like to keep our past to ourselves for now…"
"I understand…well, enough of this morbid talk…How soon can you start?"
After coming to an agreement with the sisters, both Ivy and Hermione had started working at the bar, and apart from the customers, it gave them a peace of mind knowing that they were doing something with their time. And they could tell that they had the trust of Jane, as she had left them alone in the bar when both she and her sister were needed.
It was their second shift working at the bar, and Hermione was working behind the bar, when Ivy cleaned and took drink orders. As the sisters were mysteriously out again, the kitchen was closed and so only drink orders were being made. It was nearly night-time and Hermione was watching her best friend, who was cleaning up the tables around the restaurant and scowling at customers who were getting flirty with her when she took their order. Hermione giggled to herself as yet again another customer attempted to flirt with the dark haired beauty.
"Hello gorgeous…" Spoke a man with brown hair.
"Oh Merlin help me…Nope, sorry mate, not interested, can I take your drink order?" Ivy grunted, forcing a smile on her face.
The man gave his order and Ivy walked away, and without meaning to, she gave the man a full view of her arse. Hermione chuckled as Ivy came around the bar. She grabbed a bottle of bourbon and poured it into a glass of ice.
"This was a bad idea…perhaps if we run now, we won't get hit on by complete arseholes." Ivy muttered under her breath.
"Well, Ivy, we've only started working here like yesterday, and this is our second shift, and we are the only ones in the bar because the Deveraux sisters have mysteriously disappeared again and we're left to run it. And besides, he's cute." Hermione teased.
"Seriously?" Ivy scowled. She grabbed the glass and walked back to the customer who gave her a smile and then as she walked away, the man grabbed her arse and Ivy growled, taking in a deep breath before walking back to the bar. She straightened her black tank top with a vest over it and wiped her hands on the front of her dark blue jeans. She was wearing her favourite pair of black leather boots and her hair was down and true to her word, she had opted to wear her contacts, instead of her black framed glasses. She could always heal herself, but her glasses were a symbol, even though they had been updated and were a more suitable pair instead of the round lens frame. But her contacts were in and she magicked them to stay in place, so that they wouldn't irritate her. Hermione was wearing a knee length floral skirt, a stripped blouse and a green sweater.
"I'm surprised you didn't cast a bat-bogey hex on him…he deserves it." Hermione giggled under her breath.
"I was considering it, but as you said, it is our second shift here and we are responsible for it, so no hexes whatsoever here." Ivy snapped. Hermione just laughed and shook her head, picking up a tray of dirty glasses and taking them to the kitchen. She placed the tray on the counter next to a big industrial dishwasher and then gasped as she turned around to see Sophie there, who looked upset. She quickly called out for Ivy, who ran into the kitchen and stopped at the sight of Sophie, who was dressed in grey and wearing a black coat.
"Sophie, what is it?" Ivy asked her.
"Do you mean what you said about helping us?" Sophie whispered.
Ivy nodded. "Of course, in exchange for your help…you help us, we help you."
Sophie sighed. "Thank you…we shouldn't have done it…we should have had someone else cast the spell, like you but Jane was persistent…she just had do it…and now they're after her. Please, you have to come with me. If they found out it was my sister who used magic, they will kill her. Please come with me…"
"What do you mean she used magic? I thought you could…"Hermione questioned.
"We can't practice magic…it's one of his rules and somehow he always finds out when someone has used magic." Sophie told them.
Ivy frowned. "But we used magic the first day we got here, and we hadn't masked ourselves then. We used the Imperious curse. Wouldn't they have sense that? And who is the 'they' and 'he' that you're going on about?"
"You'll see, and you're objects of pure magic, so maybe it works differently, I don't know. All I know is that I need help. Will you help me?" Sophie begged.
Ivy looked at Hermione who nodded and then turned back to Sophie. "I will go with you; Hermione will stay and look after your bar."
Sophie sighed in relief and walked out the back door, and Ivy grabbed her leather jacket from the coat-hanger and pulled out her wand from her boot, placing it inside the hand stitched made pocket inside her jacket. She was considering putting up her sleeve, so that she had easy access to it, but as she was new to this town, she needed to explore the situation first before pulling out her wand. She began to leave, but then turned around and stared at Hermione.
"Place a protection spell around the place, that way whoever 'he' is won't sense this place and you." Ivy insisted, and with that walked out of the bar. Hermione pulled out her wand from underneath her sleeve and started to chant.
"Cave Inimicum…Protego Totalum…Protego Horribilis…Salvio Hexia…That should do for now." Hermione whispered and then walked back out to the bar, and then stopped, because sitting at the bar, was a dark haired vampire in a suit.
"Oh bugger…"
She walked over to the bar and stood in front of the vampire, who gave a small smile and asked for a vodka martini. Hermione quietly snorted.
"Would you like that shaken, not stirred?" she asked, which in return, cause the vampire to raise an eyebrow at her. She shook her head as she muttered something about British humour, in which the vampire smirked as she began to make his drink. She finished making the martini and placed it in front of the vampire. She looked at the dark-haired vampire and while he was handsome, he wasn't as nearly handsome as the blonde-haired man she saw at the traffic lights.
"So, what brings you to here for a nightcap?" she asked, resting her hands on the bench.
"I used to live here." He told her, his deep voice filled with amusement.
She nodded. "Really? When?"
"Oh it feels like a hundred years ago…" he said, smiling at her.
She rolled her eyes. "I just moved her myself, along with my sister. We're not from around here."
He smirked. "I can tell…"
"Let me guess, my accent? So, what brought you back?" she asked.
"Something like that and well, my brother is here somewhere. I'm afraid he's might have gotten himself into a bit of a bind."
Hermione frowned. "You say that like it's a common occurrence."
The vampire tilted his head. "Well, he's complicated…defiant, ill-mannered and a little temperamental…"
He paused to take a sip of his martini. "You see, we don't share the same father. Of course, that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply…never felt like he belonged. Also, he has a long history of getting himself into trouble."
Hermione nodded, understanding the vampire's troubles. She too had trouble with both Ivy and Ron, and so smiled at the memories. "And I guessing you have a long history of getting him out of it."
He nodded. "I'm guessing you have a familiar experience…"
Hermione sighed. "Yes…my sister, Ivianna, who is a little younger than me, she used to get up in sorts of trouble. We both went to the same boarding school and we had a best friend that was like a brother to us, well, more like brother to her, but we used to get into all sorts of trouble and it was usually me trying to save her, or defend her. So, what kind of bind is your brother in?"
"He believes that there are people in this town that are conspiring against him." He told her.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, her heart flattering against her chest. It couldn't be a coincidence that Sophie was stressed and now a vampire was telling her about his brother. She shook head and spoke.
"Oh…wow…narcissistic and paranoid…"
The vampire stared at her amusingly as he clasped his hands together. Hermione tried to think of a reasonable excuse to explain herself.
"Sorry…Bartender with a grad degree in psychology…total cliché…though, working at bar means I'm not using it as much." Hermione apologised. It was partly true, as both she and Ivy went to university in Australia, with Hermione studying psychology and Ivy studying nursing.
"Listen…I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." The vampire pointed out.
"Sorry, where are my manners…Hermione, Hermione James." She told him.
He nodded. "Lovely to meet you Hermione…I'm Elijah…Now, listen Hermione, I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on his current predicament. She works here…a Jane-Anne Deveraux? Any idea where I might find her?"
Hermione froze. "Uh, no…she was here earlier today, but she's caught up in something. I don't know…have you spoken to her sister?"
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "No, but never mind…any ideas on where she might be?"
"Have you checked the local witchcraft stores? Apparently she's a part owner of one? I mean, she's pretty popular around her, so someone's bound to know where she is." Hermione remarked.
"I see…well, I'm sure I'll find her. Thank you Hermione." He said, getting up from his seat and walking out of the bar. Hermione took a deep breath and let it all, thanking Merlin that he was gone. Hermione shook her head and proceeded to clean the bar. There were a few customers still left and most of them were just sitting around and talking. And so, since it was just her, she cleaned, trying to waste time and kill that feeling in the pit of her stomach.
After about an hour, she began to worry as Ivy should have been back as well as Sophie. She shook her head and walked into the kitchen, where a blue patronus in the form of a stag standing there. Hermione knew that something bad must have had happen in Ivy sent a patronus as a message.
"Oh merlin, what happened?" she asked the stag, waving her wand at it.
"It's Jane…she's dead…"