Full-Summary: Arsetti LaRoux is living a carefree lifestyle down in Florida, when she receives a call that changes everything. The current Voodoo Queen is finally ready to move on and it is now time for Arsetti to return to New Orleans and inherit her birthright.

Finding herself at odds with her new position and it's power, and wanting nothing more than to return to her old lifestyle, Arsetti tries her best to adjust. However, a sinister plot to eradicate the originals forces the young queen into a fight to save the city from the devouring darkness that threatens to consume it.

As more and more children begin to go missing, or are found gruesomely mutilated, Arsetti finds herself teaming up with the very beings she was warned about when she assumed the voodoo throne.

The Mikaelsons...

This family of immortals will do whatever they have to if it means saving Hope from the same fate as the other New Orleans children.

As the ancient evil and its followers threaten to destroy all things Mikaelson, and the city they built, they form a shaky alliance with the intriguing young queen, with the moving magnolia tattoos.

Mystified and curious about her powers, and how he can use them to regain control over New Orleans, Klaus tries to learn as much as he can about her.

But this big bad wolf king just might have bitten off more than he can chew.

The New Orleans witches will do anything to protect their queen, even if it means burning down the very city itself and Klaus Mikaelson was about to learn a hard lesson...

A king on a crumbling throne is nothing without a queen at his side to help him rebuild...and neither is the Kingdom they both have grown to love.

"It is a big world, full of things that steal your breath and fill your belly with fire...But where you go when you leave isn't as important as where you go when you come home."
-Lindsay Eagar-

Music pumped through the massive sound systems, as swaying bodies littered the neon dancefloor. Bartenders hurried to fill the never-ending piles of drink orders as the waitresses struggled to balance it all on neatly stacked trays, before dashing off to serve the waiting partygoers.

Bouncers patrolled both the perimeter outside and the crowded inside, looking for any who were trying to disturb the jubilance of the club. Limber trapeze artists dangled from silken cords and reinforced ropes attached to the ceiling. Stretching their bodies and twisting into unfathomable positions to the beat of the music, made them look more like club decorations than humans. Live art for the viewing pleasure of the clubbers.

In the middle of the dance floor Arsetti danced without a care in the world. Hips swaying to the music as she eyed the tall dark and handsome man across from her, dancing sensually with the sweet blonde girl in front of him.

Paradise was the hottest club in Miami and a favorite of hers. It was the best place in the world for a club kid who just wanted to dance and an even better place for supernaturals to mingle without restraint.

The club held a mystical vibe that lent to the illusion that the creatures that filled it were all make-believe. Simply people in costumes living out their wildest fantasies, but unlike the humans here she knew better.

She eyed the guy across from her seductively. Watching as his eyes slowly lifted from the beautiful blondes neck he had been drinking from. Giving him a wicked smirk, which he gladly returned, he offered her a drink from the poor blonde's wrist.

He had wrongly assumed that she was like him, a vampire. She couldn't fault him for his assumptions, the glamour she had spelled earlier had still not worn off. So, by appearances alone, she would look like a vampire to him and others like him, and she liked it that way. There weren't many witches in Miami so to blend in she often used a glamour.

Better to be a vampire in disguise than a witch in a city with little witches and those that were left lived on the outskirts, for very good reasons.

Shaking her head, she rid herself of those morbid thoughts and brought her attention back to him.

Politely she declined his offer and raised her glass of dark red wine to her lips. Getting her unspoken point, he nodded his head and gave her a wink before disappearing away from the dancefloor.

He knew the rules just like anyone else that came there. No feeding on the dancefloor.

The club's illusion had to be kept and since she liked it there, she often gave a gentle reminder to those that tried to upset the clubs delicate balance.

Undeterred by having to police the obviously new vamp, she continued to drink her wine and sway her hips getting lost in the rhythm of the song. For a small second, the horns and drums of the tune now playing made her miss New Orleans.

The way the French Quarter practically burst with energy during Madi Gras or the way people lined up to give the witches gifts in hopes of receiving a yearly blessing, even the way the city smelled after a fresh rain. How the smell of wet earth mixed in with the fragrant scents of the spiced food and French pastries calmed her like nothing else she had ever known.

However, as soon as the feeling had come, it was gone when the DJ changed the song to a lil Baby track.

Not really feeling the song, she exited the dancefloor and made her way to the balcony outside, to get some much-needed fresh air.

While not like the air in New Orleans, the air in Miami was quite nice and always warm. Bringing with it the smell of salt and distinctly Cuban flavors with each passing breeze.

It was here in Miami that she had found peace. Here no one knew her or her family. No one had all these great expectations of her that she had no idea if she could even live up to. Here she was just like everyone else and could blend in and live carefree, and she loved it.

Maybe she had been running away from her eventual responsibilities when she had initially left New Orleans, but now she loved the life she had created for herself in Miami.

At that she remembered the last words her grandmother had told her on the day that she had left.

"Responsibility has a way of finding you no matter where you are at or how far you run. When it's time, it will drag your ass back kicking and screaming no matter if you're ready or not." She recited the words softly to herself, as she sat her now empty glass on a nearby table.

Her phone ringing startled her out of her thoughts. Placing a hand to her racing heart, she used the other to pull her phone from the safety of her bra and looked at the name that popped up on its screen.

Sighing, she mumbled a few curses before pressing answer and placing the device to her ear.

"Fe you sure do have some kind of timing, don't you?" Came her slightly agitated huff. "What is it this time? More city gossip? That guy you been running around with wife finally found out about ya'll? Or have you called to try and talk me into coming home again?"

She could hear him kiss his teeth through the phone and didn't have to guess that he was probably frowning too.

"Setti, shut the hell up and listen." He demanded. "MeMaw gave your ass as much time as she could to go out into the world and sow your oats, but it's time you came home."

Frowning, she sighed out. "Man, I told you I'm not ready yet. Can't I have a little more time to be free from all this? Can't you talk to her for me, please cousin?" putting a honeyed emphasis on the last part, she waited to hear his response.

"I wish I could, but I can't baby." Fe sighed. "It's time Setti. MeMaw is ready and her body ain't gonna hold out for much longer. She tried she really did, but she is ready and you need to come on home." He explained sadly.

"Alright, I'm on my way. I'll take the first flight I can get back." Arsetti conceded sadly. "Kiss memaw for me and tell her I love her and will be there soon."

"You know it's not the end of the world right?" laughed Fe. Then after taking a breath, added softly. "It ain't as bad as you think it is. Sure, like anything else it has its downside but baby the benefits outweigh all that. Plus, you have me to help get you through it all. We family Setti, you know I'm not about to let you fall."

"I know Fe." Came her whispered response. Cradling the phone to her ear, she smiled. "I love you, cousin."

"And I love you too." Beamed Fe. "Now hurry up and bring your narrow ass home!" He yelled out before hanging up in her face.

Sighing, Arsetti made her way from the balcony and left the club. It had been fun while it lasted but it was time to go home. Just like her grandmother had said responsibility was calling, and she had no choice but to answer.

Quickly, she packed all of her belongings and left her small apartment in South Beach. She had managed to find a redeye that left in 4 hours and after a short Uber ride found herself checking in her bags at the near empty airport.

Soon her flight number was called, and it was time to board. Taking one last look around at the city she had called her home for the past 4 years, she bid it goodbye and got on the plane.

"Thanks for the memories Miami. It's been fun, but now this witch is going back cause it's time to assume the throne. New Orleans needs it's queen." She wistfully announced.

She pulled down the flap over the window of the plane as the engine roared to life and the plane began to take off.

Getting comfortable, she tried to get some sleep but couldn't help wondering, that due to her grandmother's illness and not being able to actively participate in the upkeep of New Orleans fragile truces, what state she would find the city in when she got there.

For the first time in 4 years Arsetti LaRoux, felt regret.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I'd love to hear from you!