Author's Note: I have been gone for quite a while…I know, I know you're allowed to curse me out. However, many things have been happening in my life and I haven't a moment to actual seat down for my guilty pleasure. This is a multi-story…and if you know my writing…well the shit will get dark, nasty, hot, sad and infuriating at times but stick with it!

I love the Originals…the Vampire Diaries, I dare say has made me shrug in the past years. To be honest, the Royals and yes they are royals are the only reason why I hadn't stopped watching VD to begin with.

As always, you can curse me out, goad me on, or just say you liked in within the comments. Or message me if there are any questions.

Some of the characters I introduce are actually my own. I'm thinking about publishing my own books so I wanted to incorporate them. No stealing! Of course the characters in the Originals belongs to the creators.

With Love in Fanfic,

Elle

House of the Rising Sun

"Good Morning, my love." Rebekah said with a song in her tone, not looking over her shoulder.

Zac would never get tire of this. Coming down to the kitchen in their house and having Rebekah cooking him breakfast wearing only one of his shirts with messy hair. She was stunning.

He slipped his arms around her waist. "Ever mine, ever thine, ever ours." He whispered in her ear stilling her movement for a moment. She leaned into him, tracing the gold band on his left hand. Three years had passed very fast for them both. Three years of marriage, four years of the relationship. Her happiness was his happiness.

"What can I help with?" he asked.

"You will not help with anything. Sit down and relax." She said gently, tilting her head to kiss his jawline.

"It smells delicious, baby." He said in broken Old Norse. Zac grabbed the Orange Juice and basket of fruit.

Unlike the Mikaelson estate, they did not have servants. That was the way Zac liked it. It made him feel normal even if he was everything but.

"I see that Elijah's lessons are paying off." She said putting the bacon and poached eggs on the table.

Zac waited for her to put down the food before grabbing her; sitting her on his lap. "Thank you for breakfast." He kissed her, flooding her with images of his gratitude which made her pant.

Rebekah blushed and got off his lap. She was always blushing when it came to Zac. When she had met him in France, he was just a person trying to live with is gift…that he thought of at a curse. She was first captivated at the beauty of him. Adonis in bronze was the first description that had passed through her mind. Clearly of mixed heritage of African and Middle Eastern blood… She watched him for a while. Teaching history and English at the local school, sketching on his lunch break of things that plagued his dreams; until he noticed her watching him. There was more to him than being a human. As if he was pretending, just as she was.

He made her happy and it wasn't a temporary…he didn't just call her beautiful as all her former suitors. He complimented her other attributes that weren't skin deep. He asked for her hand in marriage the right way for her traditional brothers. He came to the Mikaelson house and asked Elijah as the eldest. That was the very reason she loved him. Zac allowed her to be her own person.

Rebekah was chatting about her plans for the day when Zac dropped his fork. "Zachary." Rebekah said eyes worried.

Zac posture had gone rigid and his eyes changed from hazel to a murky grey; as if a storm brewed inside of him. Rebekah got up quickly, catching her husband before his body collided with the hard wooden floor. She cradled his head as his body started to contort as if he was having a seizure.

After a few minutes his body calmed down as Rebekah said soothing words. Zac gave her a courageous smile, even though she knew he was in pain.

"We need to see your brothers, now." He said in French.

"What did you see?" Rebekah asked in French.

"Something that could swing the pendulum in our family's direction over the witches."

The Patron walked along the tour group as the tour guide who was a witch entertained her group. The Patron looked her over; she was feeding into the mindset of what tourist believe mystics dress. The Patron didn't hold it against the witch, everyone must make a living. They were walking in St. Louis No. 2 cemetery and the witch was speaking about the pirate Dominique You. The Patron looked to the left, seeing an alter that had been used recently and turned back to looking at the guide.

The patron leaned into one of the tourist. A young man, no older than 13, with sandy colored hair and brown eyes and whispered into his ear.

"Is that a witch's alter over there?" the young boy asked, pointing to his left. The entire tour group looked to where he was pointing. He was effectively being the mouth piece for which the Patron was using.

The young witch flinched very subtle but quickly caught herself. "It could be. Witchcraft has a strong and binding essence in Nawlins. Many locals practice it." She winked at him.

The tourist took pictures of the alter as the witch tried to get her tour back on track.

The Patron whispered again in the boy's ear keeping an eye on the witch.

"New Orleans witches don't practice the craft like other covens, do they?" the boy let a few moments pass with a raised eyebrow before continuing "Because it's ancestral? Isn't it against the rules to practice ancestral magic because it requires a sacrifice of witches?"

The young witch blanched up at the boy, forgetting about the other tourist. The Patron smiled at her.

"Are you Wiccan?" she asked him.

The Patron whispered again.

The 13 year old shook his head no and stared at her with dead eyes. "Conducting a Harvest is punishable by death at the stake. I worry for the witches of New Orleans."

The young witch covered the distance between her and the young boy. Unaware of The Patron's presence. The Patron studied the witches' features, chanting a spell to link them. " How do you know these things? Who sent you? Did the-" she seemed to remember the tourist and smiled.

Stepping back she chuckled lightly "Since we are on the subject of witches and the dead. I want to tell you about a spirit called Papa Legba."

The Patron stared at her and whispered in the young boy's ear again.

"Warn your coven that they may very well have to pay tribute to Papa Legba in these coming days." The young boy warned.

With that the Patron walked away from the tour group, whistling the tune to the song "House of the Rising Sun".

"There's a new player in town." Zac said getting nervous as he always became when all the Mikaelson were around. Especially the crazy ass Klaus.

Klaus didn't look up from his book with his feet kicked up on his desk.

Rebekah gave her husband a sympathetic smile of encouragement.

"Friend or foe." Elijah asked entering the room, shaking his brother-in-laws hand.

"I am so sick of the foe part." Klaus said absentmindedly flipping a page of his book.

Zac shrugged "I don't know." He answered honestly. "What I do know is that whoever this person is…they are packing serious power and influence. Enough to scare everyone, witches, humans, vampires, and werewolves alike."

Klaus closed his book and stared at Zac. "So, Zac, when does this all powerful person get into town?"

"From what I've seen, the person has already arrived."

Klaus got up and closed the space between him and the oracle. "Who the hell am I to be looking for?"

Zac didn't dare flinch…Klaus would take that for weakness. Any weakness would show signs of unworthiness to be with his sister. Which means that he would find himself dead. Rebekah was worth not flinching…she was his forever and beyond.

"Klaus, you know that's not how his visions work." Rebekah defended her husband but didn't dare move...best not to provoke Nik.

"Quiet poppycock. I'm speaking with your beloved. Zachary, who am I to look for? Witch? Human? Vampire? Werewolf? The thing from the swamp? I do not fall into the prey area very often and I do not like it. So tell me oracle, what is it? This "person" is powerful enough to come to a city undetected by every faction's spies without any sort of hiccup."

"A vampire. That's all I know. Definitely a vampire."

Klaus let Zachary go and walked out the room. Rebekah went to her husband's side.

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Gordon watched as his leader looked over the balcony on the French Quarter with tea in hand. Still amazed at how they had been in the city for two days without any of the supernatural community knowing. It only served to be a lesson of how powerful The Patron truly is.

"Patron." He addressed his leader by official title.

The Patron looked up with a quiet smile and gestured Gordon to sit. "Tell me."

"Patron, just as you have concluded. The oracle Zachary has told the Originals that you are in town. The witches and werewolves are still unaware."

The Patron ghost of a smile did not go away. "The Originals will now send out their mice to seek me out, I suppose. I already have my eyes in the witches' coven." It was true; all afternoon The Patron had been watching and listening to the coven through the young tour guide witch. The coven had many members, about 30 in all.

Gordon nodded "The others are still surveying the witches, humans, vampires and wolves activities as ordered."

"Very good, I want this to be as non-confrontational as possible. No need for the city to burn because of these trivial disputes. Our goal is to unify while we are here. To bring the witch convent back into the fold but if they are not compliant; I will destroy them all. They have already gotten on my bad side with going to war with the royals of the vampire realm. Great job, Gordon, you are a fine Protector. Keep me in the loop if any one of these factions becomes suspicious."

Gordon nodded and then cleared his throat slightly. "Patron, when will you make you presence known?"

The Patron smiled widely, face changing. "Tonight, I need to meet with our soon to be allies."

The Lieutenant of the Day Walkers eyes widened with fear as he was pinned against the wall by Klaus. A pike pointed at his left eye.

"Let me get this straight, because this is really doing my head in." Klaus said coldly cracking his neck side to side. "You cannot find one. I repeat ONE vampire. As a vampire can you or can you not sense other vampires?"

The silence was deafening. This was not the report that Klaus wanted to hear. The sun had set and still nothing. Where was this threat? Was this person, thing, fucking ghost hiding? Who could he stake for incompetence?

"Perhaps if you loosen your grip on Donald's neck; he may speak the truth." Elijah said calmly.

Klaus smiled taking his hand off of Donald's neck but kept the pike steady with his hand. "Go on, Donald." He said evenly.

"Klaus, I have sent out the word to everyone. Humans and vampires alike to look anything out of place. There are no vampires in the city that have not sworn allegiance to you and your great family. My humans haven't seen anything either and it's much harder because of Mardi Gras. We will continue to look at for this threat. Please, I need more time." Donald said pleading.

Klaus had to admit, Donald was loyal. He dropped the stake. "I want no one patrolling alone and I want everyone on this." He growled at his servant.

Donald was gone within a flash and Klaus sighed with frustration.

"We will find the person, Niklaus." Elijah said knowingly.

"Yes we will. Let's go get a drink." He grumbled.

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Klaus got drunk…and Elijah watched sipping from his same scotch. The energy in New Orleans was heightened and Elijah needed to watch Klaus…His brother lacked self-control 60% of the time.

"Forgive me if my eyes are deceiving me is that-" Klaus studied his brother's lack of composure carefully. Elijah only became that way around certain people and usually with a woman that he'd fallen idiotically in love with.

Klaus turned around in his chair and smirked. This had just gotten so much better. The object of his brother becoming star struck was dancing in the middle of the dance floor. The men swaying around her, trying to catch her eye, craving her attention. She was wearing a yellow dress, which was off the shoulders, with a plunging neckline to show off her ample breast. Seductive, contained and very irresistible; her black pumps were high and gave the illusion that she was taller than what she actually was. She did not dress like that when he had first laid eyes on her. More than 14 years ago now.

Klaus had always been fascinated with how humans matured. How they grew. Like a science experiment. Klaus was taken out of his thoughts when he watched Elijah's face turn just for a split second.

"Your eyes have not deceived you. Is there something you wish to share, brother?" Klaus asked. There was something more to this. Klaus knew there had to be. Elijah was a vampire of many secrets, which he kept so self-contained.

Elijah tore his eyes off of her to look at his brother with a cooled expression. "What do you suppose she's doing here? Could she be this new entity that could swallow us whole?"

Klaus shrugged a smirk coming across his face. The mischief was written all over his face.

"I have no doubt of that conclusion. Careful Niklaus, she's not someone you can bully into telling you what you want to know."

Klaus pretended to be hurt "Me, bully. You wound me." Klaus got off his stool and made his way towards her. He shoved one boy out of his ways and she collided mid spin into his arms. He did a practiced sway that made her smile.

"Klaus." She breathed his name, the smile never leaving her lips.

"I see that New Orleans has welcomed you with open arms." He said, letting his hand slip down on her lower back.

She raised an eyebrow at his hand and he felt pressure on his wrist. He followed her eyes to see his brother, trying to lord over them both.

"It is very wearisome to have to constantly apologize for my brother's lack of manners. I do apologize." He said to her.

Klaus snaked his wrist out of his brother's hand and let her go.

"Welcome to New Orleans, Bonnie Bennett." Elijah said evenly.

Bonnie smiled "Salvatore." She corrected. "Is there somewhere we can speak more privately? I have a business proposal that you will not pass up?"

Klaus was amused at Elijah's clenched jaw. "Really? What could you possibly do for us?" he said giving her body an appreciative sweep with his eyes.

"I hear that you've been fighting what will possibly be a 100 year war with the witches. Combined with the wolves…you are pretty much fucked." Bonnie turned her attention on Elijah "I've come to rid you of that pesky witch problem."

Klaus smile widened and he patted Elijah on the back. "Why don't you escort the vampire/witch hybrid to our home? I meet you there. No rush."

Before Elijah could say anything, Klaus was gone. He gave Bonnie a smile. "Why do I feel as if you wish to say more to me?"

"Elijah, I remember." Bonnie said challenging him.

"I cannot, Bonnie." Elijah said with sadness in his tone. "It's the only way we can be together. It will end any claim your brother or anyone will have on me. I want this." Bonnie begged her eyes as she gripped his shirt. Elijah closed his eyes trying to contain the emotion that he felt inside but a tear trickled down still. He only had one option left. He opened his eyes and cupped her face. "I love you, Bonnie. I am doing this out of love." He said rubbing his thumb over her jawline. She looked at him with such happiness that it tore him up inside. "The time we shared never happened. You were sent home by Tracy to continue your life after learning your craft. You will go on with your human life. And you will live a full human life, filled with love, happiness and children. All of which I cannot give you. I release you, Bonnie Bennett." She smiled "I am a Protector now." "You are a Protector, now rest." Only when Bonnie collapse in his arms did he allows sorrow to take him over.

Elijah masked his anxiety well but it was still underneath the surface. "Remember?" he asked as if ignorant.

"That summer. I remember it all." She replied with a slight smile. "And everyone believes that Klaus is the psychopath. Having no idea it runs in the family."

A man and a woman stepped out of the crowd and crowding them. Elijah looked at both of them hard.

"Is there something I could help you with?" he asked, hearing the menace in his tone.

They paid no attention to him and locked eyes with Bonnie.

"You are released for the night. Blend and observe. I will be alright with an Original." Bonnie order.

Both nodded "Yes, Patron."

Elijah blinked and the humans now he knew weren't humans disappeared.

"Patron?" he echoed.

"The Patron, it's my official title." She said nonchalantly.

Elijah swallowed hard and offered his arm. "I believe we have much to talk about then."

Bonnie nodded "Indeed."

The Original and the witch walked out of the noisy bar; opting for the long way to the Mikaleson manor.