French QuarterMarcel is looking at some dresses on some hangars.
"That's a little odd", Rebekah says, walking to him. "You don't shop"
"The dresses aren't for me", Marcel says to her. "There for a friend of mine"
"Oh, really, I'm sure Cami has plenty of dresses", Rebekah says to him.
"There not for Cami either", Marcel says to her as his phone rings. He looks at it.
Christy
Marcel answers it. "Christy, what's up?"
Rebekah looks at Marcel as he mentioned Christy.
"Cami and I are with Davina in the attic at St. Anne's Church", Christy tells him on the phone.
"Okay, I'll be there", Marcel says, hanging up his phone.
"Who's Christy?", Rebekah asked him.
Marcel looks at her. "It doesn't concern you"
Rebekah rolls her eyes as Marcel walks away.
~*~*~
Mikaelson Compound
Elijah and Freya are in the upstairs study. Klaus walks to them.
"Freya, I need you to do a reading", Klaus says to her.
"On what?", Freya asked him confusingly.
Klaus hands her a strand of blonde hair.
Freya looks at it in confusion. "May I ask where did you get that?"
"From the non-witch", Klaus says as Freya takes the strand of blonde hair. "She choked me with her magic"
"Who is she?", Elijah asks, walking to him.
"Christy Nelson", Klaus says to him, handing him the sketch and Elijah takes it in his hand as he looks at it.
Freya magically reads the strand of blonde hair. "She's powerful. Powerful than me"
"Marcel says she's a sorceress", Klaus tells them.
"So, you snapped her neck to test a theory, Niklaus", Elijah says to him.
"Well. Clearly, she woke up. So, technically, yes, my theory remains tested", Klaus says.
"Where is she now?", Elijah asked him.
"Let's find out, shall we?", Klaus says, pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket.
~*~*~
St. Anne's Church
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SORCERESS⚜️New Orleans
FanfictionChristy Nelson is a 800 year old ancient sorceress, stronger than any witch. She later, meets The Mikaelson's and becomes acquainted with them, and befriends others. Christy later meets Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid. What will happen between...