CHAPTER ONE

(New Orleans)

Rebekah's red car pulled up at the front of their house at the plantation, a house she and her brothers had abandoned a century ago when they fled the city. She doesn't want to be back at the bloody city she dreaded ever stepping foot into, with the fact that her narcissistic brother is in some sort of bloody trouble again, but alas, she cares for her kind, noble brother. So, there she is, getting out of her car and dialing for Elijah's number as she heads for the front door. "Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up, before I kick in your bloody door." She spoke, still heading for the door.

Inside the house, Hayley had heard the sound of the engine of a vehicle and padded the stairs to see who it is. In the sense of cautiousness, she returned upstairs to get some sort of a weapon, before finally strolling the rest of the stairs. Halfway through the stairs, the front door opened to reveal a pretty blond girl, wearing sleeveless top and a short too high than the average ones, exposing the flawless skin of her bottom half. "Who the hell are you?" Hayley asked, still holding the weapon.

"Uh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car, get them for me, will you?" Rebekah replied, ignoring the question with such disinterest. This seemed to appall Hayley a bit, before she replied, "Hello, not the maid." Hayley's neutral voice was heard. "Right, you're that werewolf girl my brother Klaus knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural miracle baby bump, guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?" Rebekah continued, her usual tone still at play.

"You have our brother's manners." Hayley deduced. "And his temper too, so watch it." The blond retorted. "Where's Elijah?" she then asked. Receiving an answer that her brother Klaus has told her Elijah bailed, added with an insult about 'trusting a vampire'.

"Elijah is not just any vampire and he doesn't break promises. Which means my brother Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like-." Rebekah's response to Hayley as she strode past the werewolf to shout for her brother. "Klaus, get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, backstabbing wanker."

"Enough… with all the shouting, little sister," Klaus replied, opening a double door that faced her sister, "I should have known. I assume the 6 dead vampires were your doing?" He coolly continued, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "They were very rude, trying to victimize a poor innocent girl, just trying to find her way to the quarter." Rebekah retorted, with much sarcasm as she can muster, "So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends." She continued with a mocking tone. "I do have friends, I have Marcel." Was Klaus' reply.


The siblings' conversation continued, which includes Klaus' insinuation on Rebekah's memory with marcel, the blond asking where her brother is, and pretty sure a sarcasm about how the missing vampire is on holiday, down to their centuries-old unresolved issues. In the end, Klaus was departing to have a drink with Marcel, accompanied with some 'friends poetics' that countered Rebekah's question why Klaus was drinking with the enemy. The hybrid did manage to leave, with a welcome back greeting to his sister. With those at hand, Rebekah resulted in trying to find her brother on her own, taking the werewolf with her.

The next morning, Rebekah finds herself walking with a witch at a cemetery, when she still could not find her. "So, if have to guess, knowing Klaus' history, Elijah has a dagger in his chest—it's a magical object, do a locator spell—locate the object, locate Elijah."

"I can't use magic. It's punishable by death—Marcel's rules" The witch, Sophie, replied. "What do you think I'm going to do with you if you don't give me what I want?"

"Not much, I've been linked, so, anything you do to me, you do to Hayley" Sophie countered. "Who?" Rebekah asked, confusion evident on her face, which earned her an incredulous look from the witch, "Right, the momsie."

"How did Marcel get so powerful anyway? He wasn't like this when I left a hundred years ago" Rebekah inquired. "Marcel has a way to tell whenever magic was done at the quarter, the how is irrelevant"

"I'll tell you what's not bloody relevant, a coven of witches who can't do magic. I have an idea, bloody move away" Rebekah's excellent choice of words cutting through the silence of the cemetery. Sophie's response was rather wordy, saying something about ancestral magic, legacies, home, and family.

"Well… family is overrated," Rebekah began, taking a seat at a cement raised like a platform, "Look at me. I'm back in the city that's given me nothing but hearth ache, looking for a brother who idiotically believed that this miracle baby would be Klaus' redemption. Now, he's missing, probably at the hands of Nik himself." Rebekah finished.

She continued to talk to the girl, putting her own thought on their idiotic ideas about using Niklaus against Marcel, and with Elijah between them, who knows what they'll do. So, Rebekah weighed her options, which wasn't much, considering that the witches would be in no use of locating his brother. That leaved her with only two options: one, seek help from a certain green-eyed boy; two, spy on Klaus and Marcel. And honestly? She preferred to do the latter than the former, she doubts Elijah would be like if she chose the first one.

Her day continued, mostly spying on his brother and having to actually be confronted by Marcel, which led to their bloody reliving of despicable history. And then, she unceremoniously had to save the werewolf girl from attacking vampires, which angered her hybrid brother even further.

"This," Klaus said, stacking another vampire on top of the other, "Is why I told you, never to leave the house. Werewolves are banned in the quarter" that led to another set of argument that escalated when they got inside the house. Klaus discovered that Hayley was buying poison from to kill the baby, which is why he was currently strangling the pregnant girl while her sister fends him off.

"Keep your hands off her, she's pregnant for god's sake," Rebekah interrupted, shoving her brother off the werewolf, barehanded, "All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it…"

While the two originals fight, with Klaus revealing that he gave Elijah to Marcel, no one was suspecting at the arrival of a boy at the outskirts of the city. The boy wearing a neat-looking jeans paired with a gray shirt topped with a checkered flannel. He entered a pub, hoping to get himself some food before dealing with his worries about his father. He came here all the way from London after all.

The took a seat, paying no mind to the other occupants, and tried calling for the waiter. "And who might you be?" one of the male occupants came over, posing as to make himself more appealing to the boy in front of him. He and his group of night-walkers were just planning on feeding off of local tourist, when a boy with unruly jet-black hair, wearing a casual jeans, shirt and flannel. They'd immediately noticed the color of the boy's eyes were beautiful, albeit hidden behind round glasses. Oh, how he looked attractive, and delectable. He's honestly going to have his way with him while feeding, maybe his group might even agree to share with him.

"Harry" was all the boy's response, just sparing him a glance before turning back to the menu. The boy, Harry, of course knows what he is, and possibly what he wants. He wasn't worried of course, he could take care of himself, thank you very much. But he doesn't need to use his magic if not necessary. "Well," the vampire started, so, not wanting to be rude, Harry paid him a little bit of interest and looked at the man, "What do you say I take you to my place?" the vampire said, eyes dilating, obviously trying to compel Harry. The wizard, blushed at the implication. He has little to none experience on the sensual aspect of life, his father made sure of that.

Harry, of course would deny. But if he did, the vampire would know the compulsion didn't work. Well, better than actually indulging the vampire. "No, sorry" he dismissed.

When it was apparent that the vampire isn't easily swayed, he made a move to leave. "Sorry, I just realized I had to go" he waked passed the vampire, but a hand gripped his arm, rather painfully. He looked back at the man, who had the audacity to try and compel him again. "Stay"

"Sorry, I really have to go, please." Harry detached his arm from the grip, heading for the door, his heart hammering in his chest. A few steps from the door, the man flashed in front of him, annoyed. "I said, stay" the vampire said, advancing on Harry. The wizard took a step back, maneuvering from the man. "Boys," the man growled, "Get. Him"

All the occupants in the room almost immediately did as they were ordered, circling Harry in a manner that he's trapped, having ten men trying to get him. One tried to grab him, but his self-defense training allowed him to dodge, slapping the vampire in return. The vampire growled, advancing again, almost managing to hit Harry in the face. The movement distracted Harry from the two more advancing. They managed to grab him, pinning him to the far wall from the door. One vampire sniffed at him, humming as he did so. The man from earlier is now close to him, making a move to kiss Harry. When it became apparent that he was not going tp get out of there that easy he used what he was best at. Magic.

Harry banished the incoming vampire with a flick of his finger, sending him flying through a wall. Then, he focused his magic towards his feet, sending a wave on the ground, freeing himself from the two vampires grabbing him.

"Would you look at that, a witch. Let's wait on what Marcel have to say about witches using magic." The man he sent flying growled. The remaining vampires in the room made to attack him, but alas, they were no match.

In an instant, Harry sent a stunner at the three that were directly on his path, rendering them useless as they slumped to the ground, unconscious. A vampire from his side reached him, wrapping his hand around Harry's neck, throwing him at the counter. The landing sucked Harry's lungs out of oxygen. He really shouldn't have let his guard down. One vampire took him by the collar and laid him on the counter, aiming to get Harry pinned down.

But the wizard was done playing

Harry sent a cutting curse at the head of the one pinning him down, severing his head. Harry quickly stood his ground and flicked his want to his hand, transfiguring it to a larger piece of wood. Two vampires made a move to him, but he raised his right arm on a shoulder level, palm looking like they were holding something invisible, before a fire erupted from it. The two stopped dead at their tracks, doubting whether they should continue. They've long deduced that he was no ordinary witch. If the stick he was holding transforming to a larger piece of wood was any indication

"Don't stare, he's alone" the man earlier growled, already frustrated. So much for having a delectable feed huh. The two in front of Harry attacked, their fangs already showing. In Harry's reflex, he flicked the fire to one vampire, and used his magic to pierce though the heart of the other.

The one on fire rolled to the ground, trying to extinguish the flame, but it was useless. Harry summoned the wood from the now dead vampire, deciding to finish the fight already, less the Marcel person really came. So much for laying low.

Transfiguring back his wand, Harry chanted.

"Umbrasui"

Two ghostly figures erupted from Harry's wand, going on Harry's left and right, forming a triangle with the vampires in the middle. Harry twirled his wand over his palm, magic making the stick float, the two ghostly figures identical to Harry mimicking his move. When the three Harrys had pointed at the vampires, he cast a cutting cure, with same spells erupting from the two shadow-self, resonating the spell's effects on the shape formed. As the spell took place, blood sprayed all over the pub's floor, and windows.

Harry walked out of the pub with blood coating his body, so, he spelled himself clean, looking as if nothing happened, leaving the massacre behind him. They were not worthy tidying up.

With his thoughts back to his father, he walking on the road towards the center of the city, hunger out of his mind.


A/N: Hello guys, so this story idea popped in my head just yesterday, and I wanted to write a story about it.