So, I have been playing around with this one for a long time. I have so many ideas for this. So much that I want to do with this. Let's try and get there together. This chapter is more than 6,000 and I really wanted to play around with it.

Full summary:

"You took my little brother's life…. So now, you owe me yours." Elijah eyed her face; recognizing the dragon's gaze shone through her own, trained on the witch that he had his hand on the neck of. That dared to hex Sean and drive him crazy… the one that was responsible for most, if not all, of her tears. "You came into my world, Agnes… I decide who lives and who dies here."

For it's been found, no matter how a Targaryen's coin lands, that cradled within an old Valyrian's claws is the madness that burns thousands in their wake. Of madness. Of fire and blood. Of carnality.

Daenerys Targaryen reborn as Daniella O'Connell.

OC!Dany x Elijah.

Hayley x Klaus.

Missandei x Marcel

Rebekah x Jorah.

Rain wept from above; nearly flooding the streets with the tears of ancestors forgotten due to transpiring events and yet, life went on. Through blonde wet curls clinging across her face, Daniella O'Connell ran familiar streets to get to the heart of the French quarter. Thought left her as her mind went into complete focus, moving her short frame across the soaked stone and up the short steps to the sanctuary inside.

Above unnoticed to the blond who dreamt of fire, blood and scales since she was a child;. ("I will take what is mine! With fire and blood, I will take it." A remembrance of a forgotten dream lingers somewhere within her brain, her voice forceful with conviction.) a single drop of rain fell down the cheek of the stoned angel perched on the ledge. Evil had befallen within on its watch, dooming the once lively atmosphere with blood spilling on the soft red carpet. The angel knew it would never fly again, grounded to earth was hereby decreed as it's penitence.

A soft sigh in relief came from her lips as her body was cradled in warmth. She reached one hand to move her hair out of her face before pulling down her hood to reveal the rest of her soft silver-gold curls. She moved towards the other door leading into the chapel, pushed it forward, lifted her bright orbs and froze at the sight before her.

Wake up. Her mind immediately dared to think, urging her away from an impossible nightmare made reality and yet… there she stayed. Impossible, her heart disputed with anger, for there was absolutely no way the sight before her was real. Daniella dug her heels into the floor, using it as a grounding method and stood shocked at the solid matter under her boots. There, stood her younger brother at the end of the aisle that was littered with the nine bloodied bodies of his choir buddies, the same ones that he had just had over for pizza last week. The one closest to her at the end of the aisle looked like he tried and failed to get away, an arm outstretched to the door going out.

She lifted her wide eyed orbs to gaze into his own blank ones, like he was staring through her, and slowly moved her orbs to the curving blooded knife clenched tightly in his hand.

"Sean." She paused, saying his name with breathy in disbelief, before looking away from him. Only what her eyes connected to was another body, the youth pastor that he had been close to slumped against the wall with blood soaking his stomach.

I'm gonna be sick. She dragged her eyes reluctantly back to him as the urge to vomit was pushed down, before daring to take a couple steps to Sean, stumbling over her own feet as she did so. He… he was fine before all this. There was no motive, no behavioral-

"Sean." She tried again, both hands outstretched in a pacifying gesture, trying to get through to him. His name was said again, in a male voice she only vaguely recognized but she had to try. Try to make him see reason. To wake up. Why am I not- In one quick moment it looked like he finally saw her, actually saw her, and what he had done. There was a difference in his gaze, a flicker of some kind of emotion shone through his orbs, before he ran the blade across his neck to expose the life's blood underneath. It gushed from the wound, draining him quicker than her feet could carry her.

Daniella ran then, the tears falling much alike the downpour outside and blurring up her vision, but she darted for him. She didn't care that she stumbled over a body to get there and when she did, she hit the tile hard on her knees. It hurt but not as painful as the lump in her throat, in her stomach, in her heart; she grabbed his head to put in her lap, his glassy orbs making her want to throw up again.

Her eyes flashed in pain and anger, soft violet glints shading unnaturally in her already soft blue; placing blame on the phantom responsible. Sean was a good kid with aspirations to be a priest like his uncle… What had happened? He was such a good kid; something, someone, somewhere made him break and Daniella almost wanted to watch the life leave their eyes… much alike she had to watch him.

She cared not of the blood on the gray coat that still cradled her form, it only… it only made it more real. Daniella screamed with emotion, the sound echoing heartbreakingly around the empty chapel around her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think of anything other than the weight of the body in her grasp. Bile coming up to sting at her throat-

"-leesi?! …Daniella!" A familiar voice finally broke through, making her body shoot from the comforting warmth of her bed to the cold morning air around her. She sought eyes quickly, trying to acknowledge her surroundings as the dream of days past plagued her still. Worried wide molten gold collided with her own blue orbs, and Dany took in the soft dusky skin that curved up into a round face edged in natural bouncy coils. Lucia. In the deep crevices of her soul however, Daniella knew the face by another name. Time had forgotten but what was to be, was. Her heart slowed in the face of her friend; the one that spoke in gentle tones, always lingered on the white sands with an almost reminiscent expression whenever they traveled on vacation, and was soft where she herself was not. "Dany… are you-"

Okay? Was what she was meaning to utter, as she reached a hand out that housed a smudged mark of which they both had in common. Daniella looked at her face once more and saw her friend pause, acknowledging too late what she was going to ask. But no, no she was not okay; Dany had acknowledged to herself as she used Lucia's hand to put herself out of bed, using the touch of another to anchor her to reality instead of that of blank eyes and a familiar shade of blond hair.

"I will be after coffee." She responded instead, Lucia bowed her head in response and exited the room, shutting the door behind her as Daniella extended her hands to stretch the sleep out of her limbs, making her Snoopy and Woodstock sleep shirt lift up to reveal the birthmark of claws curled around her torso. Scales were etched upon her skin, often mistaken for that of a tattoo. She never bothered to correct such things, for maybe a part of her wished it was.

It never hurt, not once. Not even those seldom times where the reptilian scales felt all too real; cradling her body with curled claws with softness. They, her family, never figured out what laid it's claim upon her skin to make such a bold birthmark but Sean at the very least had thought it was cool.

It has been years… and I still think of you every day.

Daniella shook her head to clear the thoughts once more before getting dressed. Bypassing the Elsa halloween costume she wore last year to appease Lucia and the colorful scrubs that she wore on daily basis; she grabbed a polkadot black and white dress that had spaghetti straps and a slit that came to mid thigh and put it on her bed. She then went to her dresser and grabbed a pair of red lace undergarments, careful not to look up at any of the pictures that bordered her mirror. Putting them on, she eyed herself in her full length mirror for a few minutes whilst twirling before grabbing her leather jacket off the chair in the corner of her room. Her icy, wayward curls bounced with her movements as she grabbed some socks that didn't match and her black bookbag, before moving onward from her room.

Today was going to be… difficult. She was sure of it. They were going to Camille's, which was always stressful for her now, after breakfast but Daniella knew very well that she wouldn't be able to eat. The last time that she had seen the younger blond, it was right after Camille had gotten her degree in Abnormal Psychology. Which textbook did you swallow, again? It was in an effort to try and make sense of the past, that night Camille had rattled off that there was nothing to justify Sean's breakdown and their parents responded with cruel words to the boy that they had raised. That they should have cremated him rather than bury him with the slumps in Lafayette Cemetery with the rest of the murderers. Being religious, they believed that with ritual rites they would have condemned him to Hell for what he had done.

Daniella only remembered that night with pain; she remembered feeling her lips moving as her eyes glazed over with heat, her heart scorched with fire and sadness. To this day, she doesn't exactly remember what she had said but it was enough for her parents to cut ties with her. Camille called it a psychotic break; maybe it was, however Daniella called it peace… peace of which her parents should have given the dead. Just let his ghost find peace, wherever he ended up. It wasn't a hard request.

I need to get it together, though. The last thing I needed was to hear another one of Camille's lectures. Daniella thought with steel at her heart and iron clawing at her bones, a smile curling her lips upwards in thanks as Lucia handed her a cup of coffee. She took a sip, her smile turned into a real one; black, two sugars. Just the way she liked it.

"So, are we really going to do this before we go?" The question was a valid one, they were set to leave today but before she even thought of stepping out of stateside, Daniella didn't feel right about not seeing Cami first. Call it her older sister duty, but she didn't quite feel right going without seeing her. Not Sean's twin sister, not the little girl that she held together even when she herself felt shattered.

It was the right thing to do, and she said as much. Lucia nodded but kept quiet, trusting her judgment even when she herself didn't. Maybe that was the guilt of not seeing Sean's behavior sooner talking, maybe it was the annoyance of another lecture that she knew with certainty was going to happen. It was late though, too late to listen to reasoning as they had already secured a place and their rent was paid off for a couple of months. Her job wasn't here anymore and nothing was willing to make her stay. Still-

Maybe I can do it over a phone call? That felt… the right corner of her lip twitched upwards in disgust. And yet, still-

Without thinking too much about it, she grabbed her phone and typed out a "I'm moving. Just letting you know." to her and hit the send button before Daniella could talk herself out of it. There… right? She took another sip of her coffee, and nodded to herself. In reality, she didn't owe Camille an explanation or rights to her ever move but it was still… Camille was her last link to Sean. That was the crux of it, really. Someone else that thought of him fondly, someone else that vaguely remembered his laugh and his need to climb trees to watch the sunset. Someone else that had loved him… Someone else that… wished he was still here.

"There…" She murmured to herself, putting her phone down in favor and grabbing her coffee with two hands. The warmth of the cup seeping into her with eagerness. To Lucia, she questioned when Barrett was supposed to be here. They were all going together, and the other woman's orbs sparkled with gentleness as she responded. Lucia remembered, unlike Dany, how they stood beside her in a world forgotten to the blonde.

"Never betray me." Her queen uttered, it was just after she once again rained fire upon those and despite everything, Missandei knew with certainty that she was safer than she had ever been in her life. In this moment, she remembered running for her life, surrounded in the fighting pits of Meereen. Remembers how Daenerys reached a hand out to her.

Stay with me, Daenerys' expression screamed as fear tore at those beautiful features. Fear for her, for them, and Missandei's heart lurched at the thought of someone actually caring about that lone intelligent slave.

Always, Missandei's heart had promised back as she locked her hand with the one outstretched to her.

"Never." The cool winds brought her back to the present, allowing her the chance to respond. Never would she dare betray her Queen, in this life or the next. She was sure of it.

And rightfully as she suspected after meeting Melisandre, The Red Priestess, who she was sure was hundreds of years old when she would finally pass; Missandei would not be the only one that bore a new mark. Daenerys Targaryen Went by a new name, with a new family, dreams and way of speaking; but she still was a dreamer. Still had that dragon fire cradled within her body. Fierce in ways that compelled people to kneel but was still Mhysa.

Sometimes she still woke up from her slumber to feel the executioner's blade at her throat, but a part of her dared to hope that Daenerys brought dragon fire upon those that did the deed. Ever the soft hearted one, she wanted to tell Daenerys that it was okay. That she should handle the pain of her death however way she could so she'd move forward.

A knock at the door brought their attention elsewhere; and as Daniella went to answer it, Lucia took a sip of her now cold coffee. Face scrunched, she cleaned her cup before her friend moved back into the kitchen with a man following behind her. Barrett, what his mother in this world had named him, was much younger than she remembered. In his early thirties with the beginnings of a beard framing his jaw line, Barrett stood proud much like the bear that he had been; blond locks tossed back from his forehead and his posture as straight as she always remembered it to be. With a simple outfit of dark jeans, a gray T-shirt, and boots on his feet; he gave the illusion of a simple man. Illusion, for he was everything but.

Jorah. The exiled Knight whom became honored into service, he was still so prideful and as she too eyed the mark that tore his soul from the grave to worlds beyond; Missandei knew without having to witness it, he had fallen in the name of his Queen. When she had met him in this life, they locked orbs in the pub they found themselves in, recognizing each other's features and knew. She could only watch as he found himself in his Queen's favor once more when he stopped a man from not taking Missandei's - Lucia's - no for an answer.

The rest, as they say, had been history after Lucia had kept contact with him.

She made eye contact with him as Daniella drank the rest of her coffee in three full gulps, needing the caffeine pulsing through her and fully ignoring the soft buzzing sound of her phone with Camille's reply of, 'Where?'

Daniella moved on to wash her cup, grabbing the box of assorted donuts off of their wooden dining room table before Barrett could suggest breakfast. "No." She responded with a flicker of relief blooming in her gut, cutting off his question of, 'Are we still-'. "We aren't."

Camille wouldn't understand. Camille would consult her fancy academic books from her fancy school that she got her fancy grad's degree from. Camille would try to talk her out of it. She knew it but god, she still felt like a coward.

"Are we ready?" She responded promptly after she put on her boots that had been thrown right by the door and grabbed her bag. Lucia nodded the same time as Barrett did, going to get a jacket to match her off-shoulder white shirt that stood out amazingly against her skin tone and blue faded jeans. Just like that going with the change of plans, she had bespoken; like they were her loyal subjects lying in wait for her to decide their fates.

Barrett looked like he wanted to say something but also understood that she wouldn't appreciate it if he'd coddle her. So, he kept quiet and Daniella was internally grateful for it; though as she stood silent, the house now felt like a sleeping giant. Quiet in the face of change. Moving out of the house with Lucia in tow, Daniella took one long look inside before shutting and locking the door behind her.

Daniella stuffed a piece of her glazed donut into her mouth, left cheek protruding with food, as they drove past the "Welcome to New Orleans" sign. As they did so, an unsettling feeling grew from the depths of her stomach. It felt like a warning, though Daniella knew naught why and she felt against asking if her friends felt the same. This was her idea after all; because estranged or not, Uncle Kieran was still her uncle. She couldn't imagine what his mental health was like; staying in those halls… the sanctuary that was once a safe, lively place. And her friends, the ones that she found and somehow kept around, that she made a long the way didn't want her to be alone while she checked on him.

But something didn't feel right, like the ghosts of long past weighed on her shoulders, daring her to speak up and turn right out. She didn't heed them, and her silence made Barrett direct the vehicle forward to their temporary place of residence. New Orleans welcomed them but the feeling that came with it, differentiate such a statement. Perhaps it was just her worries, nostalgia mixing with the horror that once was. She knew naught what to make of it.

Before long, they were at their new residence, a small two bedroom apartment. Lucia made sure to give her the box that housed her ficus plant, knowing that she would be very anal-retentive about it. The bodhi fig leaves had dropped some during transit, fragile things that they were, but it seemed overall fine. It made Daniella pleased; wandering in it set it on the end table in the room the girls would share, in the direct path of the window. Afterwards, she helped bring the things from the car inside.

They walked the streets of the Quarter; drawn by the soothing sounds of trumpets, saxophones and flutes. Lucia's hand was cradled in her own due to the crowds, indescribably familiar in ways that Daniella couldn't put into words that made sense. She moved among the cobblestone streets with a sense of alienation, everything was the same after all these years yet felt so very different at the same time. The jazz that drew in but natives and tourists alike, there was the smell of Gumbo, Po' boys and Jambalaya; all of which made her mouth water. It smelled like home, of regrets.

She moved around people, dragging Lucia with her as Barrett took up the rear to keep an eye on things. A smile tugged at her lips before she caught sight of the street name she knew lead to Saint Anne's, instead she pulled them into a coffee shop. "Stay here." She requested of them, knowing that she herself had to work up the nerve to open those doors once more.

Barrett stared at her face solemnly, having seen such a convicted yet saddened gaze upon those features before. As if it pained her to even think about the task before her, but she knew down to the deep crevices of her heart, she had to. Two hundred thousand… maybe more. He remembers, at the time he didn't quite understand why she was asking. He kept thinking that the answer would deter her from Yunkai. Taking the city would not bring her any closer to Westeros or what she dreamed of since she was old enough to dream, The Iron Throne, and he told her as much. "Then we have two hundred thousand reasons to take the city."

He eyed her, and nodded for Lucia to take a seat and order a coffee before tailing secretly behind her. He watched her walk the streets with caution, forcing her body forward with a sole task. He watched, leaning up against a tree as she visibly struggled to let her hand hold upon the door handle.

This was a huge step for her, to return here, the place that still tore a scream from her at night even when she made sure a smile was on her lips during the day. He waited, silent but protective as he always was, for her to reemerge from the should have been sanctuary.

Inside, Daniella forced herself to step once again forward, feeling much alike the young girl that very day that changed everything. She could almost swear she heard rain outside, pattering down upon the rafters, blood staining the middle aisle. She stepped forward once, twice, before stopping to focus her orbs straight; the illuminated flames of the candles ahead blurred. She ripped her gaze to the right only to find that after all these years, her uncle had yet to clean up the blood splattered on that far wall.

Her breath lodged, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't-

"Dany?!" A voice came after she turned with tears in her eyes; years passed and much like nothing had seemed to change inside, it seemed like Uncle Kieran too was the same. He certainly sounded like it. There was a soft scuffle as he moved forward across the tile, "It's good to see you."

Daniella gulped for air, nodded her head twice before darting for the door like a coward. Behind her, Kieran watched her go with saddened orbs. The air was colder outside than inside the church, impossibly so, as if the church was beckoning her to come back inside to worship. She scoffed with bated breath, with outrage, as Daniella stumbled down the short steps of the stoop.

"Khaleesi?" Barrett forgot himself for a moment, even though she didn't register it, as he saw her distress and quickly darted for her. There was a man slightly nearby, African descent with wild bouncy locks, that stopped to stare with furrowed eyebrows. Khaleesi? His mouth moved to silently mimic the foreign word. "Are you alright?"

She didn't answer, couldn't get the words past her lips to tell her lie. She wanted to hit something as rage boiled through her blood and her soft blue eyes stung as the dragon shone through glints of purple. Barrett paused, thinking of what to do and decided on getting Lucia and going back to the only place in New Orleans that was safe at the moment. Where they could regroup and perhaps achieve more on a new day, where his Queen could have her panic attack in peace.

"Let's get you home." There was a finality in his voice, one of honor and protection of the highest order despite his perceived young age; however it triggered something within her. The words came unbidden then, as if for a mere moment, her soul recognized him and the last word he uttered.

"I pray for home, too."

His movements ceased in surprise, for she knew naught of her life prior to this one; though magik was a very complicated thing. Something had registered, though. Something got through. And as he directed her back to the coffee shop to pick up Lucia, his mind wandered to the possibility of anything else would trigger within her.

Walking home, Dany seemed to be better than before as the fresh air cleared away her sadness. And as protective as he was, Barrett couldn't stop her from walking up to a slightly younger female, struggling with the shipment boxes for her store. "Would you like some help?" Daniella questioned with a smile.

Before he could move to stop her, the two were smiling and laughing with each other. The young woman seemed calmer in the face of help with a particular box, each grabbing an end to get it off the truck. Katie, the woman introduced herself with a smile and outstretched hand. Lucia stepped forward in warning but it was too late, Daniella already grabbed her hand and smiled to introduce herself. Her name fell on deaf ears as Katie's smile fell with alarm, her eyes glazed over distantly before she uttered a single title that was lost through time.

"Mhysa." Barrett felt his orbs widen as he stepped forward to protect her, but he only got two steps in before the young woman tried to force a smile. One that wasn't as bright as before, "I'm… so sorry. That was so rude. Excuse me."

She darted away with a slight bow of the head, looking embarrassed, and Daniella grew more confused. "Hey!" She called back, trying to get her to make sense of it but Katie refused to look back. The blond moved forward, not realizing her phone fell out of her back pocket and cracked the screen from how hard it hit the ground underneath her feet. Through the spiderwebbing, Camille's contact vibrated the phone once, twice, paused and then in came a third.

Moving where? When?

Dany?

Daniella!

A distance away the young male tailing them casually walked up to a close friend, who too stared at them in confusion. Said friend was what some would consider handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes. He had an athletic build and a tall stature, wore dark colored clothing with a cap resting gently on his head.

"Hey, Thierry… What's a Khaleesi?"

His questions were answered with a careless shrug and silence, before Thierry responded in kind, "What's a Mhysa?"

"I mean, wasn't that as weird for you as it was for me?" Dany asked again, differently this time, from where she sat at their dining room table. Her phone beside her buzzed once more and she didn't even have to turn it over to reveal who it was. She turned her attention to her hot chocolate, the soft bubbles still spinning softly at the top.

"It was." Lucia nodded in agreement, she can see the viewpoint that her friend had and from someone who didn't know, it was in fact… weird. It was weirder that there were supposed seers in this world as well; not completely mind you but it hadn't dawned on her before that it was a possibility. "We have to be careful."

"Which means nobody goes anywhere alone." Here, Barrett cast his gaze at Daniella knowing she was the one that wouldn't listen.

"So… does that mean that one of you is coming with me if I happen to decide to go see Sean's grave at night?" The question came but aside from a blank stare from one and the other choosing to do an exasperated face rub, neither of her comrades graced her with a response. "Thought so."

She finished her hot chocolate with a cheeky grin, for Daniella always carried a knife on her person. Besides, she hadn't decided yet on whether or not she would. Maybe it was from working the hospital's night shifts but there was something different at night, as if the creatures long hidden within the shadows beckoned her like an eager child.

"I'm gonna go take a nap." She announced before getting up and taking care of her cup, heading out of the room as she did so. Behind her, her ears picked up the whispers of the two she left behind making a smirk curl at her lips.

"She was joking… right?" Lucia's voice came gentle, soft as if to try not offend her should Dany hear.

"I don't know." Barrett's voice responded in kind, waiting for her door to shut before turning to look at the woman before him, "Something else happened today and I don't think I would be able to explain it properly but… Daenerys is still in there."

"Well, it's not completely out of the question? Her soul is still her own, no matter that she doesn't remember aside from a rare dream. We don't know what she had done to bring us here aside from marking us with this lopsided rune and we had to die in that world first to be reborn but-"

"Missandei." He uttered seriously, using the name that she preferred most times to show how serious he was, "Something I said registered through and Daenerys shone through."

"What?" Barrett could only nod in response, still in disbelief. His companion nodded in kind, curious, "We will have to watch out for her. Was she made aware she was doing it?" At Jorah's head shaking she hummed thoughtfully.

"If I were to guess, it would have had something to do with the magik. Daniella looked completely out of it at the time." He spoke softly in warning, "We have to protect her."

Missandei's orbs steeled, fierce, and gave a nod in agreement.

A few days had passed, surprisingly uneventful given the climatic beginning New Orleans offered them; instead of venturing off into the graveyard to visit Sean, Daniella had stuffed her face full of good food and listened to good music. It was slightly weird that both Lucia and Barrett had lingered closely, as if trying to protect her from some unseen enemy; but she tried not to dwell too much about it.

They had stepped into Rousseau's looking for gumbo, only to be stopped as Daniella stared daggers at a familiar face. She hadn't realized when she started, as they avoided this place after the cook tried everything she could to grab Dany's hand, but it was almost laughable how-

"-He believes people in this town are conspiring against him." Daniella silently stepped forward to hear a soothing gentleman's voice speak to the blond behind the counter. It sounded amazing, the tone of voice that fell from his lips and she wondered what he looked like.

"Wow… Narcissistic and paranoid." Camille nodded at her assessment with bouncing hair and only paused as he leaned back slightly and folded his hands together in interest. "Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology, total cliche."

I'm sure it is, sister dear. It also is only the thousandth time you boasted about it.

With a smirk at his lips, Elijah went to say something only to be cut off. A sound came then; a tinkling laugh that was mesmerizing to hear, and yet, chilly as well in a way. Camille, interesting enough, paused at the laugh before a combination hit his senses and made his mouth water. An interesting mix of cherries, cinnamon, lemons and sugared almonds lingered next to him as a shorter blond of around 4'10 stood with the left side of her lip twitching. Elijah couldn't tell if it was doing so with rage or amusement, perhaps both.

Underneath the enticing scent combination was one that he knew well, one that he spent a thousand years looking for someone to mirror in scent. He recognized that immediately but he was absolutely taken by how even though short, she made up for it in presence. In demeanor. Like she was a beloved queen and his only life purpose was to bend at the knee. A goddess whom came to grace the altar he spent his entire life constructing. She kinda looked like someone that didn't wake up and choose violence but could get scrappy if need be, Elijah knew naught now but he would soon find out he was correct.

That too was fine, for never could he have ever breathed love if Elijah did not first learn to inhale a miniscule amount of chaos.

"Total cliche indeed, and yet you only boast about it much too often."

There was silence and Elijah couldn't help but be even more amused. Her friends stepped forward; the male lingering behind him and her protectively whilst the dark skinned female stood on the other side of her, looking deadpanned at the bartender. No love there, apparently. It made him wonder just what the woman had done to receive such a cold welcome.

"Daniella."

"Camille." There was amusement in his mate's tone that was lost in the other blond. "What a coincidence seeing you here, darling. Didn't you say something about… what was it again?" Daniella pulled out her phone and tapped the broken screen, making Elijah's hand twitch at the thought of glass digging into her skin. "Ah, yes. How New Orleans is the playground for death to blah blah psychology degree blah sorrows, sorrows, prayers." She scoffed lightly, playing up the Queen Charlotte quote that Lucia and her binge watched recently; earning her a snicker from the other woman.

"Dany, I-"

"am a hypocrite, sister dear, and need to stay out of other people's business? I believe I do agree." Daniella's head bopped gently, moving her scent unintentionally to Elijah's direction. It was then he noticed something unusual, glints of the softest shade of lavender shone from her orbs that were previously all blue. How… intriguing, his heart cut in with a croon. Strange, his head whispered. Beautiful, the beast rumbled; throwing his whole body into the red door and causing it to shudder. "Motion to applaud Camille for finally becoming aware?"

"Seconded." Lucia's voice came out dryly.

"Third." Barrett's came then, both soft and gruff around the edges. Both of their responses made a cheeky grin curl at Dany's lips and the monster that rattled behind the red door desperately wanted to know just how exquisite she would look like covered in blood.

"Motion passed." There was a giggle underlining her two words as she pulled down an imaginary gavel; clapped her hands once before turning to look at Elijah with a soft, polite smile before moving on to sit at a table to order the gumbo with her two loyal friends.

"Goddamn, he is gorgeous." She leaned into and murmured to Lucia, laughing softly at her own words as her friend smirked; words that made a pleased twitch of his own lips come to life. It wasn't every day that she saw someone well dressed; complete with a dress jacket, dress shoes, pants, shirt and a tie. A freaking tie. Daniella was willing to bet money that he had a handkerchief. He was indeed a handsome man with dark hair; who would tower over her at five foot something, and possessed a thin but muscular body. She was sure of it. …Whatever his name was. He certainly looked like a manly man; like he had rough hands from handling business and the more she looked at his shiny perfect hair out of the corner of her eye, the more she wished to see him bloody.

When she moved on, Camille responded with embarrassment and he couldn't help but wonder just why she was so. Sure, they were having a good conversation beforehand but after everything he told her prior to Daniella stepping forward and interrupting, he definitely could understand the issues that lingered between siblings. "Sorry." She twitched and brought a smile back to her face, "I have a complicated relationship with her."

"Need not worry, Camille." Already getting her name from the conversation, he kept his eyes on her own and not diving to her name tag, "I understand. However, maybe you can help me. I'm looking for someone who can shed some light on my brother's current predicament. She works here… Jane-ann Devereaux? Any idea where I might find her?"

Camille paused in thought, trying to ignore her sister's soft laugh as Lucia tried and failed to tell a joke, "No… but I do know someone who might."

"Perfect." Elijah grinned, got the name of the French Quarter tour guide and stared into the blue eyes in front of him once more. His own eyes widened, though the smile never left his face, "Whatever Daniella and her friends want, it will be covered with this." He slid a short stack of hundreds over to her, and made sure to cover his tracks with her forgetting he gave it to her. He finished his Martini in a long gulp, ignoring the two olives and gently put the glass down before turning to stare at her smile.

He did somehow get the feeling however that he was not the only one who spent so long attempting to be somebody else. He knew naught what brought them here but he also intended to find out.

He tried to commit the sparkle in her eyes to memory before locking eyes with her friend, the male one. He looked strong for a human, his orbs steady as the man assessed Elijah's worth through shade of brown hazel. In turn, the immortal did the same, amused by how daring this… generation of immortals and humans alike were. Unlike with the Salvatores and their merry men, however, there was respect in this man's eyes. He also moved like a warrior, like he was ready to lay down his life to get the women out safe. That, if nothing else, earned Elijah's respect.

Being a mate to a Mikaelson wouldn't be easy, Dany would need her sworn protectors.

Probably now more than ever before.

They met! I hope you liked it.