<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Klaus Mikaelson | The King</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://33.media.tumblr.com/5fcfb4e20851a56c89d173688c32ed05/tumblr_inline_mjn1b6RSCu1qz4rgp.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Klaus had remained in his spot, watching Mirabelle with that predatory laziness that seemed to have an innate way of clinging to him. Spruce tinted orbs watched as the doppel ruffled about the laundry room, seemingly becoming more and more frustrated. A muscle in Klaus' jaw twitched as he noted how<span style="font-style: italic">alike</span>this shadow of his former Mirabelle was. The same mannerisms- hell even their scent was so close that if Klaus just closed his eyes he could delude himself into thinking that those witches had never gotten a hand on his cherished. That Klaus had been able to save her, like he had always promised. But then she was talking again, rendering him from his daydream. Snapping at him that she was just diving abut the laundry piles for fun. Apparently she was in search of some dress, needed for a party and Klaus' stomach clenched. Images unbidden and unwanted ran through his mind of men touching Mirabelle; and even if she wasn't the original Mirabelle, the one that he loved the possessive hybrid hardly bit back a growl of displeasure.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You're going out? Wandering the streets of New Orleans all on your lonesome?"</span><br/><br/>There seemed to be forever a mocking quality to the Hybrid's purr, as his lips twisted into that smirk he wore oh so well.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Need I remind you that this city is in war? My siblings would never give me the <span style="font-style: italic">end</span> of it if something happened to their sweet, sweet Mirabelle."</span>Klaus purred, his eyes never leaving her svelte form. That ache that never seemed to leave his hallowed chest pulsed in time to what would of been a heartbeat.<span style="font-weight: bold">"And where pray tell, do you plan on wandering off to?"</span>The hybrid quizzed her, Mirabelle's answers just as snappy as he'd expect. However her next almost... accusation caught Klaus off guard.<span style="font-style: italic">"Why do you care? Come to bug the poor little human since there's no one around for you to kill?"</span>As she spoke, crossing her thin arms over her lovey chest as if mimicking him the Hybrid faltered for a moment.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You assume I care. I simply wish for no harm to come to a charge of the Mikaelson's. While it's none of your business I will have you know- things are settling down in the Quarter quite peacefully for me."</span>It wasn't exactly true. Marcellus still wanted to rip Klaus' heart out, Rebekah was quite peeved at him- though if anything Klaus should be furious with her. He was working on wheedling everyone about him to be under the control of his thumb- for nobody bested Niklaus Mikaelson. Not his brothers or sisters; nor the traitorous scum of which he'd sired.<br/><br/>Just thinking about the betrayal's he'd suffered right and left dampened his mood; scowl darkening. It wasn't like there was anything else for him to do. Kol had gotten off to god's know where and Nik was considering a dagger to Kol's heart should his younger brother get too... overzealous in his feeding habits. Father may be dead but dead bodies meant headlines which meant less tourists and an overall loss of blood for every vampire involved in the Quarter. Blood, friend, or thieve would not interfere in the better world he was trying to create for his daughter. A world in which his baby could walk freely; a place where she'd be safe from the harm of his enemies. Gods help anyone who came to stood against that life which was growing inside Hayley.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Come now Love, I don't understand why you wish to continue to call yourself a human. You're not."</span>Klaus stated, an edge of agitation creeping into his voice. This city was at war and the last thing you wanted to be was a human. They were the cannon fodder.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Is this what you're looking for?"</span>Klaus asked innocently, bending down to swoop up a teal piece of fabric which he'd noted near his foot. As he yanked it out showing off the short dress of which he could only assume she'd been looking for; the man grinned wolfishly at her as Mirabelle snatched it from him. It was with a bitter tinge of jealousy that Klaus was sure that Mirabelle would undoubtedly win the rather unwanted attention of men and women. This century was so open, nice really. Moving quickly to block the doorway, trapping Mirabelle in the Hybrid leered at her, a sort of smugness etched into his movements.<span style="font-weight: bold">"It's dangerous out there love. Witches run rampant, grudges are not forgotten and danger seems to have paved this city. And as my siblings would be most displeased and I absolutely need all allies I can muster- I will accompany you."</span>That smirk hadn't left his lips, as Klaus looked down at her. She was so tiny compared to him, and gods it would be a lie if Klaus said he hadn't thought about what that soft skin would feel like under his hands. Klaus had a way of surveying one, as if staring into their soul. An unwavering, unblinking confidence which put many on edge. Not Mirabelle, never Mirabelle.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"It's not really a choice Mirabelle. I shall find a change of clothing not stained with paint and when you're ready we shall go."</span>Nik announced, that self-important and authoritative ring to his words painstakingly clear to hear. He was a king. A beast bred with the blood of a warrior and the mind of a ruler. Niklaus was nothing if not a leader to his own needs.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I shall meet you at the front."</span>He said, dismissing her with a small wave of hand before turning on his heel to use his superior speed to get to his room. He didn't take long to get ready, the second he got into his room Niklaus had shed his paint-stained black shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He'd take care of it later when he did laundry. It was almost comical to think about. The great Klaus Mikaelson did laundry like the common man. Though that was about as much domestic's as he did. The hybrid selected a v-necked white long sleeved shirt, it's fabric thin and light so he wouldn't feel to uncomfortable in the bloody heat. His look was of course completed with his favorite pair of worn black jeans, and his leather necklaces which were never far from him. Looking in his mirror, giving his reflection a once over Klaus decided that it would do. He wasn't trying to preen nor impress Mirabelle. True to his word the vampire quickly headed out of his room, shutting the door to go and mill about his promised waiting spot for Mirabelle, wrestling between being elated he got to spend time with one who looked so much like the beloved he'd lost- and feeling rather snuffed out about it.<br/><br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF40">Sage Collins | The Invisible</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/37900000/Cara-cara-delevingne-37941719-500-250.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Things began happening very fast for Sage, under the gloom of New Orlean's night. The vampire as predicted had dropped the girl, and for a moment the pretty brunette clutched a hand to her neck trying to staunch the free-flowing blood. Once Sage had hissed for the woman to run she choked back a sob; staggering away from the vampire and out into the night, babbling hysterically to herself as she fled. That left Sage and the vampire before her, frantically pawing at his neck while his throat moved over silent screams. A dark satisfaction flowed in Sage's veins as the beast hollered on wordless agony. The air about her seemed to still as if holding it's breath; knowing that Sage was playing a dangerous game. There was murder in this vampire's eyes and if Sage slipped up- she would undoubtedly be paying with her life. But she couldn't let fear enter her heart, lest her spells fail and leave her utterly vulnerable to having her life ended. And Sage was nothing but stubborn; she was not dying on these streets tonight.<br/><br/>When she began on her second offense, boiling the blood inside this vampire's veins, the little druid experimentally brushed her magic against the male, trying to find out if perhaps it was a newbie out of control with it's blood-lust. Instead she found something which chilled her, filling her belly with a sense of foreboding. Sage's prying's gave way to the information she was looking for- though not expecting. This vampire's mind felt old. Older than the dust in the wind and the very cement this city was built upon. With that age undoubtedly came power, and in this case a sense of sadism. The girl's defined jaw twitched with a sort of regret; for what had she gotten herself into? Around her the humid air swirled, bringing with it all the stenches of the city, only adding to Sage's ever unwavering concentration.<span style="font-style: italic">"I've chewed off more than I can handle. Dammit!"</span>The girl thought to herself, refusing to let her panic transfer to her face; which was set in a stoic frown. Sage had no chance of out running this vampire, no chance of mercy from him. That much was obvious by the fury in his eyes.<br/><br/>That left her other option, which at best would buy her time. She could feel her energy draining by the second and the druid decided that snapping this vampire's neck and just running like a bat out of hell should work. If Sage could get to her shop, and to the stairs which led to her flat he shouldn't be able to murder her. Sage had her grimoire in her room, and plenty of herbs, candles, oils, and incenses to complete a spell she'd been researching with what remained of her coven. A spell that would forbid a vampire from causing harm. However, there were still a few kinks in it and most of the other's had given up on it.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Aradia protect me."</span>Sage murmured under her breath, invoking one of the many gods of protection. Steeling herself the young druid make a quick motion of her hand, effectively snapping the vampire's neck. His snarls and grunts of pain stopped immediately, leaving the small alleyway quiet and almost peaceful as the noises of New Orleans once again surged around her.<br/><br/>She lingered for only a moment, letting her gaze drift over the vampire's now still form. Like this he looked... Human. Unsettled, Sage turned on her heel and fled. Long blonde tresses streamed out behind the girl as she bolted madly through the city towards her shop. Surely the vampire would hunt her down, if he was as old as Sage's magic indicated, he was a Mikaelson. Not a family exactly known for their mercy. The congested streets she so detested slowed her progress down considerably. Shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk as jazz music drifted from some street corner Sage kept her head down, shouldering whom she could out of her way. It was slow, arduous work getting through the crowds and it wasted a good chunk of what little time she had to make it to her safe haven. Finally, finally once she pushed through the sweating crowds of milling tourists Sage reached her shop; the lights inside beckoning merrily like some beacon. Relief so sweet it nearly made her cry out swept through the petite druid's veins as she stumbled into the first floor of her shop.<br/><br/>She was going to make it. The familiar scent of herbs, sharp and tangy greeted the blonde as she shoved her way into the store not bothering to lock the door. It'd be of no hindrance to a vampire. Her feet pounded against the wooden floor of her shop in a desperate race to reach her stairs. Safety was so close and Sage's mind was weak with relief as she stumbled to the backroom and up the stairs to her flat. It had taken her thirty minutes to get up here, and if that vampire could track her scent Sage estimated she had about forty-five minutes to complete her spell. Wasting no time, stumbling about the dark of her flat the Druid let her small hands run over the wall until she found the light switch, turning it on. Immediately the harsh overhead lights flooded her apartment chasing away the darkness and allowing Sage to find the necessary items she needed for the spell. It was fear which drove her to move lithely about her place, snatching the first picture of herself she saw, four blue candles and one white and placing them in the middle of her floor.<br/><br/>For the next part of her spell Sage raided her own personal herb storage she kept in her room, taking acacia and sage. As she placed her ingredients down, Sage rushed to her window looking down at the street below. There was no sign of the vampire yet, and the fear which had been embittering her mouth subsided slightly. The next bit was tricky, Sage needed three  tourmaline stones which she kept downstairs in her backroom. The druid's mouth was dry as dust as she approached the door, leading out of her safety zone. Only fifteen minutes had gone by, she should still have enough time to get the stones and finish the incantation before the unnamed Mikaelson arrived.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You can do this."</span>Sage spoke to herself, voice soft, ringing with her thick brogue. The lights of her apartment fell on the stairs, twisting shadows onto them and she half expected the vampire to jump out then and there. With a surge of bravery Sage darted down her stairs, and had almost made it to the bottom when she tripped, cutting her knee open.<br/><br/>Hissing against the pain the girl forced herself to not break pace as she ran to her backroom, the shelve where she kept her stones. Locating the ones she needed Sage was dumbfounded by her luck. The vampire hadn't shown up yet and her shop was eerily quiet, save for Lana Del Rey still crooning sweet love notes into the silence. Her knee oozed with warm liquid, and no doubt that would surely draw the vampire in. Sage bustled back up the steps, careful not to fall this time and all but flung herself into the safety of her apartment. In the darkness Sage swore she could see the vampire's eyes, they were cold but burning with anger and rage. This was her one shot, lest she be stuck to hide in her room for all her days. As time dwindled down, the druid cleared her mind of any anxieties and distractions. It was time to set to work, as she began setting everything up; sending a silent plea to whatever deity may be listening to please protect her.