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<b>Rebekah Mikaelson</b>​</div><br/><br/>Passing through the night, the female original made her way home to New Orleans. "The princess returns," she purred passing the<i>welcome to</i>sign, while checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. But, coming home meant many things. One being a tall, dark and handsome former love. She knew she shouldn't be, but somewhere deep inside, she was excited to see him and she hoped he felt the same. Swallowing past the emotion she sought out her brothers, Elijah or Nicklaus.<br/><br/>The bars lining Bourbon Street would be the first stop. If anything they liked to drink and this was home, so why not live a little. Having already fed, knocking out a small welcoming party, she supposed, the blonde bombshell was eager to reunite with her family. However, the instant she left the car she felt eyes on her. Something or someone was watching her, smiling she licked her lips and entered the first establishment.<br/><br/>This was how her night started, bar hopping. On the fifth try she found him. Eyes flit over him. He didn't see her yet. Behind his back a female bartender, noting nothing spectacular. As she closed the gap, sidling up to the bar directly beside him her eyes flit over the female as a familiar voice came on the other line of the girls phone. If she had a heart, it would have stopped.<br/><br/>"Hello Nic, anything I might help you with? " a look of annoyance crossed her face, "The bartenders in this place are seriously lacking." Her eyes lit on the phone as she smirked, "With whom do I need to sleep to get a drink 'round here?" She asked purposefully loud, hoping to cause the male on the other end to pause.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://33.media.tumblr.com/87b34fea51a0e12aeb22ce81bf29837f/tumblr_nwkzzpNyEr1ufbwb8o4_500.gif" title="tumblr_nwkzzpNyEr1ufbwb8o4_500.gif">
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<b>Davina Claire</b>​</div><br/><br/>She hated this place, being cooped up in the attic of this hell hole. She knew of the murders down below and also the cause for them. Being all powerful had its advantages as well as its downfalls. Davina was strong and learning to control her powers more each day. Elijah had played a big part of that, now all she had to do was wait for his mother’s grimoire. More spells to learn and practice. Her lips curled into a smile, soon she would make them all pay.<br/><br/>The witches were looking for her, she was the key. It was scary, being this young with such power. She could control the originals, yet Elijah had been kind and not at all what she had expected. So different from his sister and his brother. Klaus worried her, but the sister… she’d not even met and hoped never too.<br/><br/>At least she still had her canvases and charcoals, without those she would be lost. So she spent the time drawing and keeping an eye on things. For Marcel, Elijah… did it matter?