1x1 between myself and SirensCall based on the television show The Originals, which is a spin off of The Vampire Diaries.
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iSuspect Power is power / No one walks away from me
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**Sylvester Mikealson**
It was early in the morning, a little bit too early to be exact. He was woken up by his second in command, Jackson, who was alerting him of a possible werewolf invasion. Sylvester groaned as he sighed softly while sitting up in his bed, back pressed against the pillows that resided there. His vampire scouts were staring at him, waiting for directions as he ran his hand through his brunette colored hair then cleared his throat. "Well, if there are werewolves in the French Quarter, I say that we pay them a visit." A slight smirk came over the corners of his lips as he slipped out of bed, yawning and stretching. "Jackson, gather up a small squad and we shall go visit these beasts. If they dare to show themselves." He commanded of him then gave him a now stare.
As soon as Jackson and the others left his corridors, he walked right into the bathroom and started his daily routine of showering, brushing his teeth, washing his face and that was about it. Sylvester never really combed his hair unless it was with his fingers, which he does almost throughout the day. He emerged from a steam filled bathroom then went over to his closet, rummaging through it to see what he was going to wear today. His lips tugged into a smile as he found something was casual but had a business feel to it. It was nothing more than a Khaki pants, an orange polo shirt and a pair of Sperry's.
But before he did go out, he walked himself down to his basement, where he kept his prisoners. But this time, he only had one. The rest of them are basically history. As Sylvester walked down the stairs and into the basement, he flicked a light on then stared down at his prisoner for the evening. "Well, looks like your little furry friends are finally trying to make an impact. Hm, where have they been all this time?" He said then asked himself while giving his werewolf prisoner a smack across the face. He then knelt down and whispered in his prisoners ear. "If it's a war they want, it's a war they will get. After all, it's their blood that will be all over the French Quarter." And with those words spoken, he got up and left.
It was day time but because of his family's fortune, he had himself and his coven day walking rings made. He sniffed the air then turned back to face his group of comrades. "Let's get to hunting, shall we, ladies and gents?" They all nodded and followed behind him then they broke apart to not draw attention to themselves. Sylvester was a little bit livid to hear of werewolves being in his territory. They was really going to be hell to pay, if he came across one.
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**Savannah Turner**
It was a usual early morning day for her, since she did work at a local bar. She didn't really think that people would drink so early in the morning but then again, she was not use to this kind of lifestyle. It's hard for her, not being at home with her family and friends. She grabbed her cell phone and went through the pictures full of memories now. She smiled softly then leaned herself up in her bed, wondering what time she had to be at work. _'I think it's right now.'_ Savannah shrugged her shoulders then jumped slightly when her cell phone started vibrating in her hands. It was her boss. She bit her bottom lip then immediately rose up from her bed and got ready.
She took a brief shower then put on her clothes. She darted out of her new home and ran towards the French Quarter and towards Bourbon Street, which wasn't far from her home at all. Upon entering her desire establishment, she was met by her boss, who was a real jerk. She was basically screaming at Savannah for being late and threatened to terminate her if she was late again. Savannah turned around with a raised brow then snickered to herself. "I'm like the best employee here. You cannot and you will not fire me." Her boss voice was stern and firm but Savannah gave her the exact same gratitude then turned heel and sat her purse and other items.
Savannah straightened out herself then tied her long, red locks of hair into a bun then applied a small dab of lip gloss onto her lips. She tied her apron around her waist then dropped her pen and notepad in the pockets in the front. She clocked in then went onto the floor and started taking orders. Today seemed like it was going to be a long ass day and it was just starting.
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It was a gorgeous day in the French Quarter, at least that was what one Treasure Locke had noted. Her bright eyes scanned the block for a moment before she headed down the street. Her natural tresses of blonde hair were curled and her face highlighted perfectly with make up. She could feel the breeze blowing her yellow sundress that was beneath her black leather jacket, and her black, peep toe pumps completed her look. Well, aside from the layered necklaces that she had selected for the day.
She had been in New Orleans for barely three weeks, and what she had found disgusted her. Witches, though mortal, were powerful beings. It was through them thay vampires were created and through them, vampires could be destroyed. Here, the witches couldn't do magic without the consent of vampires, but if Treasure had it her way, which she would work at, she would make them the race to be reckoned with. A pair of hands came over her eyes and she smirked a bit. "Abel, you know you're no good at this." She said, and she turned to the male with short hair and some facial hair. He was tall, and he was dressed in jeans and a t shirt.
"Well, I'm not supposed to be." He reminded her, his southern drawl showing very well. "I just came to thank you."
"There is no need. I come from money, I have loads of it, a bit of a trashed basement is nothing." She said, waving her hand as she began walking down the block, Abel falling in step with her. "I wouldn't help you if your alpha hadn't agreed to help me. Besides, you are an asset, and keeping you under the radar isn't hard."
"But you're going to take a lot of heat when they realize it's been you." He told her and Treasure chuckled. "Raye, it isn't funny."
"But it is. I may be a girl, but I can handle myself. Besides, it's hard to trace someone you don't know exists." She said, her eyes darkening a bit before they returned to normal. "Besides, I am working my way into the vampires circle of trust. They are easy."
"You're insane, Raye." Abel said, and she shrugged before she lifted a hand and looked to those she knew as vampires heading towards the small Shoppe that she knew his pack had been holing up in. She noted the hot color in Abel's eyes, and she grabbed the key to the closed down apothecary she had bought and opened the door, pushing him inside.
She had bought it as a cover, planning on making it a sort of cafe that also sold scents and books. It wasn't finished, but it was getting there, and Abel had been helping her, as well as a few other locals. Mainly humans, but they wouldn't be there for a while. "You won't do them any good dead, Abel."
He growled a bit, but nodded, practically throwing a few of the tables in his rage. "I can't sit here and do nothing!" He exclaimed.
"You can and you will." She told him, making a few phone calls. "Come, we will go get some food, get you away from here."
She took his arm and they walked into a bar where a pretty red head was.moving around rather quickly. They sat themselves and Treasure saw Abel checking her out. "Order me my usual, you do remember that, right?"
He nodded and watched as Treasure walked away and he looked to the red head when she came over to their table. "Hi there, hope your day is going well." He greeted her and then went on to order for Treasure and himself.
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