the red devil || elijah mikaelson [1]

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❝do you really know what you want?❞

C H A P T E R    O N E 

"Hello boys." The two men turned around, seeing a beautiful, fragile woman dressed in tight black dress that hugged her every curve. The woman walked to the bar counter as she sat down. "A little birdie told me something."

The men were now alerted, as they looked at her. "It said that you know something really important."

"Who are you?" One of the men asked as the girl turned to them with a slight lunatic smirk on her face. "Oh how rude of me," She gasped dramatically before dropping her act. "But right now I need to be rude." With an inhuman speed she pinned the two men against the wall, as their eyes flashed crimson.

"So young.. so.. naïve." She said pouting as the two vampires tried to fight against her strong grip. "Boys stop fighting." She said but they didn't listen. Sighing in frustration the girl with raven hair gripped the mans heart pulling it out as he fell lifeless to the floor whilst his friend watched in horror.

"Stop fighting and I might spare your life. Deal?" She asked looking at the man who nodded in fear. Letting him go, he fell to the floor on his knees.

"I heard that you know where someone I'm searching for went." She said kneeling on his level as the man narrowed her eyes. "W -- What?" He croaked out as the girl laughed.

"Klaus Mikaelson." She said his name as his eyes widened in horror. She raised her brows in amusement. "So you've heard of the man, where did he go?"

The man shook his head testing the girls patience. The girl sighed, ripping through his flesh as she held his heart on her palm. "Where did he go?"

"New -- New Orleans." He said as the girl nodded hearing a vehicle near the bar as her eyes now widened. "My business here is done." She quickly ripped his heart out, as she ran quickly to her car which was parked far away as she looked towards the bar. Her breath hitched seeing the familiar silhoutte in the distance.

Quickly stepping in, she sped away to her new destination.

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As she reached the city she smiled, parking her car. She knew what she needed to do in order to find Niklaus. She needed to find a man named Marcel.

She walked inside a tiny souvenir shop as the cashier, an old kind woman smiled at her. "Good evening," The girl started. "I'm looking for a man named Marcel? Or Niklaus?"

After receiving instructions how to get to the house the old woman was referring to she held her breath as she stood in front of it. The girl had a bad vibe coming from the place, but she knew she needed to this.

As she was about to knock, she felt the wind blowing her hair until someone pinned her against the wall by her throath.

"Niklaus I assume?" She asked, looking at the man who had dirty blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Very handsome.

"Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes at her, as their positions changed. The girl had pinned the original hybrid as he was trying not to show any emotion at how strong she was, but the look on his face gave it away.

The girl smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know," Niklaus raised his brows as the girl still held him pinned tightly. "I'm here to talk with you."

She let him go as he slightly rubbed his neck, he was curious about the girl, who she was and how is she that strong? But what she said next surprised him.

"You are the only one who can help me."