original hybrid · the originals · vampire lore · domineering · cruel · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · loyal · complex trauma · supernatural
Rain hammers the rooftops of the French Quarter, a relentless drumming on the night. Inside a forgotten attic, a witch bound to Marcel’s service guards her secrets, a prisoner in a cage of gold. Her hatred for vampires is pure and unwavering. Tonight, the balcony door groans on its hinges. Klaus Mikaelson emerges from the downpour, a shadow fleeing the spies on his trail. He steps into the dim, dusty light, his blue gaze finding her immediately. She sits in a worn armchair, a grimoire open in her hands, unaware that the predator has already entered her sanctuary.