Vampire Diaries Originals~ New Bad Blood (A/O)

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Niklaus Mikaelson was astonished that he could finally leave the oldest neighborhood of New Orleans known as The French Quarter. He had lost his nerve almost completely. When that wrecked witch Geneviev tried to steal his mother's grimoire. At least all of that was settled once Elijah caught Marcellus attempting to destroy the agreement that everyone signed to remain in peace. The queen Hayley decided with the counsel they shall do something about Marcellus. Therefore, they stabbed Marcellus with the witch dagger enforcing pain. Then decided to leave him in prison within New Orleans—A prison was made by a certain witch to lock the vampire Marcel until the day that he should be released. They would have many trails to decide means to deal with Marcellus and see how long he would be in condemned. For now, he wanted to leave Elijah Mikaelson to tend to his duties. He had too much going on in his mind so he figured taking short breaks from New Orleans would do him good so that he'd be refreshed to deal with the other races when the time was right.

Niklaus pulled out old wine that he had saved from his good old days as an untriggered werewolf. He savored half a glass of it he was careful to control his thirst. He was drinking something valuable; it was as if he could go back in the past. Resting his chin on the glass he saw; the good things in his life--- flashed in his mind at the minute. He wanted to be complete for once. There was always a struggle. A struggle to survive. He was on top of the food chain yet the vicious circle always seemed to be a hassle. There has been just too much on his mind to deal with---He still hadn't figured out the stone for the werewolf ring and had been making him mad. He needed a witch.

As he made his way to the Mystic Grill that had a full house. He entered and wondered what he had been missing in Mystic Falls. There were so many mysterious about the place, and it was never a dull place despite not having everything New Orleans did. It's the mysterious that kept supernatural beings returning to this place. He could almost tell by now that in this very place. He could smell a magnet radiating energies and attracting all kinds of creatures.

He had been gone for so long he wondered what happened to Caroline. Did they still manage to fix their relation-s**t. After the damage, he made because of the seductress Caroline. He just wondered if the s**t had hit the fan yet if it already did. He'd take great pleasure in splattering it all around just a little more. It was little things like these that filled his life with joy.

Where was he, Niklaus had been sitting down on a high stool with his legs crossed like a frog, and he had been sipping on his whiskey. He was in the mood to meet new faces for once and hadn't announced to anyone that he had been coming to Falls. It was all too interesting to see their faces go pale from utter surprise.

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Elijah was furious: firstly Marcel attempted to destroy that unsteady bit of peace that he hardly managed to force over New Orleans. Secondly, instead of restraining him while waiting for a proper trial, everyone decided to needlessly torture him with the witches' blade. Not that Elijah was going to easily forgive what he tried to do, but there surely were wiser methods to keep him calm long enough for the witch to perform her confining spell. The fact they chose that one, was pretty eloquent about all the reciprocative resentment between the factions. But all that violence wasn't leading to nothing but even more violence. If they really wanted to have peace, they had to learn to show mercy. Maybe he should have started by explaining them the very definition of the word "diplomacy".

In the meantime the situation was definitely going out of control: he wouldn't be so surprised if someone else took Marcel's attempted attack as a suggestion and decided to give another shot against his agreement. He was also quite sure that the sudden interest the witches had in his mother's grimoire wasn't entirely anthropological as they claimed. As if that wasn't enough, despite everything that was going on in New Orleans, Niklaus was nowhere to be found. His car was gone, so whatever his "I'm taking a short break" meant, he was most likely out of the city. It wasn't, of course, the first time that his brother left without giving him further details, but Elijah felt there was something more going on this time: his brother wasn't stupid. He must have realised what mess he left behind, so the fact he left like that, right then, could mean just one thing: whatever he was up to, he didn't want anyone to follow, and that couldn't mean anything good.

Elijah barely sighed; he was familiar with that kind of tricks, but uncovering his brother's machinations was at the bottom of his priority list right now: he was almost certain that whatever he had in mind wasn't going to harm Hayley or the baby, while he wasn't so sure regarding what the witches and the vampires were plotting. The witches had already proven to be a powerful foe, as for the vampires their loyalty to Marcel could make them commit imprudent acts. As much as they all hated it, Marcel had ruled that town for decades after they left New Orleans; he was still respected, many vampires considered him their rightful king and they were ready to do anything for him. Someone had to make sure they weren't pushed to the breaking point. Even though diplomacy had failed so far, Elijah wasn't willing to give it up yet, so he put on his coat and calmly walked outside, heading towards an old building in the neighbourhood: he had called a meeting between the representatives of all the races living in the city, determined to get over with the trials as fast as possible and leave all of that behind.

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Francesca Correa representative for the humans of New Orleans?

This was a thought that rolled into her mind every time. Every-time when another human had lost a life to a being. Indeed it had been a while, since a bloody vampire had got out into a killing spree. This didn't mean she was still comfortable with New Orleans being a tank for a variety of different sharks.

"If the shark threatens the sea snake. the sea snake comes to the shark." she told an officer, ruthlessly injected herself with a needle of vervain. In all there were at least five needles she'd injected. The other needles contained venom; it seemed she'd been refining her immune system to the venom. Rattlesnake, Death Adder, Vipers, Philippine Cobra, and the list went on and on she had them all in separate beautiful comfortable tanks. Valseca didn't have money to get what she lavished for and keeping her exotic pets happy meant she had to keep feeding her money to them. So, while she walked around her house she cleaned the massive tanks. Exotic snake owners didn't respect the space an animal needed to be happy. She couldn't stand people who even had the nerve to keep big dogs in tiny apartments. "Morons...why can't they fix their dirty couch? Imbeciles! and they want to have children too? ugh..." She huffed turning off the screen, apparently she didn't like what she was seeing. A show about evil house cats. She knew there was nothing evil about house cat's they were evil for a good reason usually because owners didn't give them attention, or owner's failed to give them a comfortable home.


New Orleans was a place where she had constant strange cases erupting, and it happened one to too many times. She compared it back to her home where such supernatural occurrences weren't always constant, and this analysis prompted her to push her standards higher, meaning not only refine her physique but other fields as well.

She had to even keep going beyond taking other methods of protection. It was a survival of the fittest she had no doubt about that, and though she could've served herself on a plate to be a vampire. Still, she loved her human life, even chose to be an iron fist to represent the weakling race of human's. Thus far she was doing a fine of it and the humans of New Orleans had always made her comfortable with their beautiful smiles. It's why she loved New Orleans as much as she loved New York. She loved the diversity of beautiful people.

You'd think she'd be a vampire by now. Maybe, when she starts getting wrinkles she'd consider deciding on the subject. But, right now she had two fine body guards following her. "Seether!" that was her other man; a full grown snarled toothed doberman. He was a real sweet heart when he was sleeping. But, once he was awake he turned into a red-devil ( as everyone nicknamed him). He never barked although his cute appearance had lured men to his vicious canine before.

Leaving her home, she went to do some errands on her list. Afterwards, after three hours of driving she halted her Porsche with the dog inside. Then walked into the old building where a meeting was suppose to be held. "You both stay. Whatever you do. Do not give people idea's that were together. Understood? Sweet, now excuse me." she commanded firmly telling her guards that she didn't want them in the meeting.

It was almost time for the meeting to end, she hoped, and listened in on their conversation for a minute taking note of the awkward silent minute they took to understand heels were making sounds just outside the door. "Pardon my intrusion, but I'd like to speak in private with Francesca Correa and Elijah Mikaelson. It's an urgent matter." She said, sitting down with the posture of a calm queen at the empty chair close to Francesca. Valesca wasn't invited she didn't need to ask considering her position she didn't care what private event. You didn't need much permission to meetings, if your job was to provide the best method of safety to her people.


Orchid theme— Killer Instinct

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Elijah wasn't surprised to find out that no one from the vampires faction decided to show up to the meeting after what they all did to Marcel: it was true that what he tried to do put their whole agreement in danger and so they needed to punish him to set an example before anyone else tried to do the same, but the way they did it was just cruel. He couldn't blame the vampires for taking it as an unjustifiable act of revenge. At the same time, being a vampire wasn't helping to make all the others see his point: he let Genevieve accuse him of having ulterior motives for wanting Marcel free, more interested in the ability she proved in turning anyone else against him and the vampires than in her arguments.

"On the contrary I believe he deserves to be restrained until he proves he can be a proficient member of this community" he countered as soon as she paused, raising his hand to silently ask her to wait as she opened her mouth to say something else; "however is also my belief that his actions were dictated by decades of reiterated violence and mistrust. We all have suffered and wronged each others in the past and what have we obtained? Reciprocal retaliation. If we desire to end this feud, it is time we begin practicing mercy... not for Marcel, for all of us" he insisted, perfectly knowing that he needed some concrete action to prove their best intentions, if he wanted a chance to actually convince the vampires to honour the agreement even after what happened.

Francesca was pointing out the danger her people would have gone through if Marcel's plan actually succedeed when a clicking sound outside the room came closer and closer, probably not loud enough for anyone else to hear it; Elijah gave the closed door a suspicious look: "we have guests" he informed the others, ready to take any action required to grant anyone's safety, though he immediately realised that wasn't necessary. As soon as the door opened a woman walked in, quietly taking the free seat next to Francesca.

Elijah silently watched her moving around like she owned the place and he couldn't help but notice she looked incredibly confident, considering who were the people surrounding her. He had never talked to Valesca before, but he knew who she was since he did a little research about those who hold most influence over the city; he liked keeping himself up to date about anything that happened in the neighbourhood. Apparently he wasn't the only one having informers: it wasn't hard to guess she perfectly knew who they all were and what they were doing there, which gave her an advantage, since he had no idea what might have brought the sheriff there. Elijah turned to question Hayley, but it was clear from her expression that she had no idea either; the only one who didn't look completely surprised was Francesca, yet she wasn't exactly one of the most emotional people he knew and it hardly meant anything.

"I'm afraid this is not the most appropriate timing" replied Elijah, politely yet firmly. Not that he had anything against someone else joining them, but her attitude couldn't bring anything good with everyone already on a killing mood: the last thing he needed was they all believed that anyone could interrupt their meetings. He knew that if he wanted that peace treaty to actually succeed he had to make them all feel that what they were doing there was important; allowing someone, who was not even invited, decide they had to give her such priority was certainly not the way to achieve it. Their agreement was still too weak to allow anything like that.

"Besides, we all wish to provide this city some... stability. If your problem is so impelling, please feel free to remain and discuss it with all of us. Shall we introduce ourselves?" he asked, trying to fix that messed up situation before anyone else could complain about the woman's manners or the fact that not only she felt she had the right to interrupt them, but she practically wanted to send away half of the people there.

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Location: The Mystic Grill
Speaking to: Klaus

Lyra walked into the grill, casually looking around to the various faces she had started to become familiar with. She had been working as a bartender for a while but she was still newer to town and new to the grill. It had a nice vibe and pretty friendly people despite the occasional drunk but for the most part, the bar was felt with a younger generation. Walking towards the bar Lyra's eyes zeroed in on Klaus and she could almost instantly feel something different about him. Her attention was brought away from the handsome whiskey drinking stranger as a young man stepped in her view and smiled widely. Lyra's facial expression went from curious to irritated almost instantly.
"Ouch Lyra, you'd don't have to look at me like that. I'm not the one that called you in."
"No but you're the reason why I got called in." Lyra didn't seem very entertained by the idea of don't shoot the messenger. Right now she was just about ready to ravage the entire staff for calling her in on her day off.
"Hey I can't help it. Mary's sick again this morning. She hasn't left the bathroom since before I left to open the bar."

"Steven, I closed the bar last night, that means I didn't get out 3 am, and now I'm back here... Don't expect me to be happy that I got called in because Mary's probably pregnant. You ever think of that?" Lyra pushed past the man as it finally dawned on him that it was very likely that his girlfriend was pregnant. The man quickly grabbed his things and started out the door. Lyra shook her head gently and then started behind the bar, shifting her purse into it's proper place behind the bar. Sighing gently, Lyra looked around and then noticed that Klaus was still looking about to the various persons that currently occupied the bar. Most of the rush had already been dealt with, so she was just basically there to take care of any remaining overflow of the bar. Biting the edge of her bottom lip as she thought about talking to Klaus, Lyra glanced at him occasionally.

Making a decision, she figured now was as good of time to hit on the guy as any. Asking the other bartender what it was that Klaus had ordered she poured him another glass of whiskey and made her way over to him. Keeping to her side of the bar top she placed the glass of whiskey down in front of him. Lyra's vibrant blue eyes looked to Klaus and she smiled gently, "On the house." Though her smile was sweet and lovely, her eyes gave a suggestive glance that made it clear she was hitting on him. What was it that her patrons always said to her when the hit on her? Go big or go home? And though the option to go home wasn't available for an hour or two, she figured she'd at least have a bit of fun while she had to be here. Though she didn't know the dangerous dance she had started with a partner who was most lethal.

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For You— Serena Ryder
Event Log— Kathrin de Boer





For a time, New Orleans seemed to be enjoying the little portion of peace they managed to keep intact. She had heard one of the Mikaelsons had taken control of it, but she hadn't been notified about a peace treaty being established. It didn't matter if they did she thought because there was someone who had a debt with her, and that would have to be settled now because she was about done with witches pestering her.


Even after their death...they still continue to SOMEHOW manage to mess around with me. Why haven't they learned yet...?

The previous night, Dallanara struck again, and she has continued to wreck things up ever since Kol had been summoned to life. She thought that by bringing him back he'd have peace instead, she found him in a troubled situation.

Those dead witches wanted Kol dead and his friends from the other side probably did too, because they thought he was being selfish. They weren't all aware that it wasn't his fault someone brought him back. They thought he schemed behind them all along. But, anyways, the witches didn't care about excuses. To them, Kol wasn't suppose to be summoned they expected the veil to drop; according to their practice of magic, and for the twisted manner it was conducted this was considered a big violation. Tessa was under mind control the entire time when she killed herself that wasn't suppose to be, and it even by passed the prophecy they had predicted during Tessa's return.

Tessa and Silas were most likely furious with him because of his summoning. Tessa couldn't rest in peace with Silas and the mistress she'd hated so much. Tessa couldn't believe she ended up on the same side with the two people she wanted doomed. The pain of having to watch them together made her mad enough to wish her wrath on that damned witch, Dallanara. Tessa thought Dallanara was a witch.

The truth was Tessa hadn't met a specie of succubus like that of Dallanara. She couldn't imagine they even existed, and the few that did were a very limited number. Katerina Petrova and Kol Mikaelson they were the only one's who witnessed her true demonic form. Although, Elijah Mikaelson did get a glimpse of her power when he'd caught Kol bedding with her. A vampire couldn't make their body vibrate the way he saw Dallanara vibrate. It almost seemed like she had Kol under a trance or maybe stealing his life force? It was all too vague yet too strange for someone to forget it. A witch couldn't possibly be it. That day looking at Dallanara, it felt like you'd walk into a realm of dreams and the air was so hot it even vibrated as if it had evaporated oil within it.

Tessa couldn't have possibly wished to bring Kol back. So, the question of the month was who exactly was responsible for wrecking everything the witches had planned? This was a question that tormented all beings in New Orleans. They probably wouldn't know how to go about this treaty if something still wasn't clear. Whomever it was the Mikaelson Family were pressured by the witches to figure out who they thought would want Kol alive.

Everything was altered, Dallanara thought, still stunned from the drastic changes. She couldn't understand a lot of things; her mind was still stuck in the old ways. Her outfit was something she ravaged out of a witch. Walking a dark walk, she walked in the midst of the street and not exactly aware that you couldn't do that. A car had slightly hit her as it passed by causing her body to be thrust to the floor like a rag doll.

she's dead

The vampire who had been watching over Valesca's car had been leaning against a pole. The thought crossed as he released a long cloud of smoke. Twisting his heels at the cigar under his heel, he went over to pet Valesca's dog who had been barking the whole time.

"Sweet, a road kill." he told the dog and pushed Dallanaras head with his foot to check her neck trying to study where he'd insert his fangs. He hadn't had a bite for days. The blood was still hot, he sighed.

But on cue, the girl pushed herself up and popped her arms and legs back into place as if she didn't need an ambulance. "Ooooo—You're not from around here. You're not human m'lady?" He asked as he continued, letting her hold on to him for support. A full throttle grin displayed as he knew that she knew he was a vampire telling by the way she had slit her chest a bit with her nails grinning right back at him the second he had grinned. To the both of them, it felt like they were in a dream where they were lucky to see the face of the person they physically desired.

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The whiskey had swished down on him hitting him hard. It was one tall glass that he took this time. It had been obvious that something worried him underneath his playful demeanor that he had so presented to everyone at the grill. There was a someone who peaked his interest right now into Mystic Falls, and that someone wasn't someone he would favor to play nice with. In the exchange for information to extend the protection of his child. He'd had been seeking a plan if an attack should happen. He was triggered; willing to explore the rabbit hole that Katerina presented thus far. It couldn't be anything good, he thought, wondering the many times s**t hit the fan every-time the mention of Katerina being involved.


This is the last straw. You play with me again. You will be shown no mercy.


He sent the text her right back yesterday after she texted him about, how she knew of a powerful witch who would be willing to help Klaus. He confirmed to help the aging Katherine meet the witch safely. Everyone wanted poor Katherine dead Klaus knew Katherine wouldn't be foolish to stab the only guy who could possibly protect her seeing as Damon showed little to no care the last time Silas had been around to feast on her.

His eyes then shifted to the glass brought to him, he hadn't been accustomed to people welcoming him around these parts. It felt almost strange. Then it sunk into him the awkward realization that it wasn't Caroline in front of him. It was Lyra. A blondie nonetheless; what did it matter, if anyone hit on him? It's not as if Caroline herself would ever storm nto the bar and claim him for herself amongst the public. He thought rattling the ice by shaking it and paused with his eyes fixed on Lyra like the eyes of a shark looking her dead in the eyes.

"I must say, I am most fascinated by your act of kindness.But, Klaus doesn't work that way...." he tucked a hundred dollar bill into her pocket and patted the pocket gently as he could with his hard hands. He made it clear he wouldn't be letting anything go without being paid. It just wasn't his style to accept things, if everyone knew his pocket was never empty. If it was on the house than he just gave her the tip of the day."Let's take a walk." He added, sternly with lazy eyes that paused in the midst of his slitting eyes. He dipped some money into the glass of water belonging to the young male who had been previously talking to Lyra. It was enough money to leave Lyra alone with him for a bit. If she refused to come he'd repeat that same phrase to her with hard doze of compelling power. He judged, it wouldn't be her case since she had so willingly just flirted with him if he could recall correctly.

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Location: The Mystic Grill
Speaking to: Klaus

Lyra shrugged gently as Klaus mentioned he was fascinated by her "act of Kindness", before he tipped her.
"It kind of ruins the act if you insist on paying for it." Lyra smiled softly as she stared at Klaus. He was fascinating, throwing money around like he was. But Lyra didn't care for money, what would it buy her? It wouldn't buy her freedom from the hold the moon had on her. Being a werewolf wasn't so bad, but not being able to choose when you shifted or when you hurt people. That was something that never seemed to sit well with Lyra.

Watching Klaus buy some of her time, she grinned to her manager; she couldn't help but find the act entertaining.
"I'm going on break," Lyra looked over to her fellow bartender who nodded and signaled to her that he had it under control. Lyra made her way from around the bar and looked towards Klaus.
" Well Klaus, it seems you've just purchased some of my valuable time." Lyra gestured for him to lead the way. He wanted to go for a walk, sure why not? After all, it was morning time, in a small town and she was a werewolf. What could he possibly do to her that she couldn't handle on her own?

"So Klaus, what can I do for you? I can't imagine this is the first time you've been hit on at a bar." Lyra watched Klaus carefully, as soon as they stepped out into the sun and into the fresh air, Lyra took a breath and exhaled softly.

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Ajessla

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Just a note; I know this thread has been off for a while. It's still under break. But the break is for a short while. I'm sorry if it seems I let anyone down I still want you guys to enjoy this, if ya'll are willing to work on this. Thanks again for rp with me while we had fun in this thread or other threads, much appreciated my loves!

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LADY KAMA SUCCUBOSS

Ajessla

GothamPD

Just a note; I know this thread has been off for a while. It's still under break. But the break is for a short while. I'm sorry if it seems I let anyone down I still want you guys to enjoy this, if ya'll are willing to work on this. Thanks again for rp with me while we had fun in this thread or other threads, much appreciated my loves!

I'm game to pick this back up whenever you're ready to smile