"My mistake wasn't falling in love with you. My mistake was hoping i was enough - hoping you'd love me more than you love power. "
- Ariana Blake, 300 years old and the Queen of New Orleans.
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I was walking through the streets of New Orleans.
Something was going on here. something was different.
Suddenly I heard crying noises and speeded into the direction.
I saw Sophie sitting on the ground next to a dead body.
I took a step closer to look at the body and sighed "oh my god"
It was her sister.
Some witches were standing around her looking sad.
Suddenly i heard a whistle.
I sighed annoyed "And here comes to king"
The witches looked at me.
Then we heard laughing.
Marcel and his people walked to us like they were the boss.
I rolled my eyes "Idiots."
Marcel smirked "Well, Well, well, what do we have here?. i gotta tell you, Soph, here, in the Quarter isn't the nicest spot for your family tonight. Not half an hour ago we had to teach your little sister a lesson. "
Sophie snapped"We're putting her to rest, Marcel. Leave us alone"
Marcel "I never said you could move the body. Matter of fact, i left it here for a reason, to send a message. If anybody is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion, my rules say that witches can't practice magic in the Quarter. And jet, a little bird informed me that Jane-Anne was cooking up something magical delicious..."
I felt eyes on me and looked around but saw no one looking at me.
My head snapped to Marcel as he said 'Klaus'.
Marcel "He just happened to show up out of blue. Asking, out of all people, for Jane-Anne. Any idea why?"
Sophie shrugged, shaking her head "I don't know. Witches don't get involved in Vampire business."
