Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except for Jasmine.

Chapter 1: Welcome to New Orleans.

"Welcome, to the dark side of New Orleans, a supernatural playground where the living are easily lost, and the dead stick around to play." A shabby balding tourist guide, who looked as though he'd said the same speech every day all his life, droned to a crowd of lively tourists, most of which too mesmerized by their surroundings to notice that the tourist guide wished to be anywhere else.

The couple at the back of the crowd, however, were there to gather intel and noticing things like this were what both of them did best. Analysing all potential threats until they could be stricken out or killed off.

The woman, who looked as though her ivy skin was illuminated by the sun wore her long black hair in spirals down her back, where her lover's arm snaked around her waist, his hand resting lightly on the small of her stomach. Her bright green eyes and long thick lashes were enough to bring any man to his knees, yet the handsome blonde beside her was standing tall. His blue eyes glittered with the spark of a predator and the charm of a Lord. His half smirk never leaving his otherwise perfectly symmetrical face. They both seemed to blend into the crowd and not being noticed wasn't something easily accomplished by either, as both were considered famous in their our worlds.

She was Jasmine Potter, the girl who lived and the saviour of Wizard and Muggle kind, and he was Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, first of his kind. Both known across the continents for things they had done.

Jasmine, the woman, glanced around at her surroundings. As beautiful as the city was, she and Klaus weren't here to enjoy the sights. They were on a mission. Well, more of a quest for information. Someone in New Orleans had been plotting against them, Jasmine was well known for her tendency to go looking for trouble when she was in School, but as she grew older, it seemed to find her instead. This time she had gone looking. This time the threat wasn't just looming over her head, but the head of the man she loved. And the head of their unborn child. If something happened to either of them she'd hunt down everyone involved and make them suffer twenty times over.

The tour guide was drowned out as Jasmine looked up at Nik and spoke, "so we've scoped the city, both the French and the Northern Quarter. Yet so far nothing. Plus, for a place known across the world as voodoo central, there is hardly any magic in the here."

Klaus looked confused and sceptical. "When I ruled this city, the witches were about in ratio with the Vampires."

"Not anymore. Magic hasn't been done here in a while." Jasmine said, she could hardly feel anything. Just a distant tingle. Magic was dead or very nearly gone.

"It has been rather quiet on the front. Maybe it's time we dove a little deeper. Shall we stick to what we know, my love?" He asked his own smirk slipping onto his face.

"I'll deal with the witches, figure what they want with us. You'll find the vampires, see if they know anything?" She said, as though she stole the thought from his mind.

"Perfect." He agreed. Klaus had been looking forward to finding the vampires since they stepped in the City.

"We'll meet back here." She leant up and gave him a quick kiss and with that she was gone, walking away confidently towards the French quarter where they passed a marker with some suspicious looking herbs.

-x-

"Time for one more?" Jasmine smiled sweetly down at the ageing witch, sat at her table of trinkets where she read palms for the tourists.

"Of course, child. Sit, please." The elderly woman gestures to the chair facing her and Jasmine smiled gratefully and took a seat. "What is it you're hoping for, my dear?" She held her hands out for her to take and Jasmine's smile darkened, her eyes narrowing.

"Answers." Jazz said bitterly and forcefully placed her hands into the palms of the Nature witch, whose face drained of colour at the moment of contact.

"Déces." The witch gasped and tried desperately to pull her hands away, only to find they were as heavy as stone and stuck in their place. "What do you want?"

"Maybe I should elaborate. You see, the longer I wait for my answers, the longer you'll be stuck here."

"I know who you are! What you are!"

"Then you know I mean what I say. You'll know I've never brought harm to anyone who wasn't my enemy. Help me to the best of your ability and we'll have no issues." Jasmine said truthfully. "I'm looking for someone - a witch. I was hoping you could help me find her. The name is Jane-Anne Deveraux."

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Now, I know that's a lie. You don't have to be a mind reader to know that. Listen, lady." Jasmine sighed. "I'd rather not be here either, but someone is threatening my family and I won't let that slide. Now give me some useful information or so help me god you will not walk away from this table."

"I-I can't. Witches don't talk outta school in the Quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules." The woman said telling the truth and Jasmine's eyes narrowed.

"Who is Marcel?"

-x-

"And you're sure she said, Marcel?" Klaus asked in the privacy of Jasmine's charmed booth at local café, his face was hard and his hands were clasped together on the table in front of him.

"As sure as I can be, she seemed scared just saying his name," Jasmine said confidently, sipping a strawberry milkshake, which apparently their Little Wolf seemed to enjoy. Though she felt it was missing something.

"Hmm." Klaus paused in thought, pain danced across his face. If Jasmine's eyes hadn't been glued to his, she would have missed it.

"Why? Do you know him?" She asked in a soft tone.

"I knew him. If it is Marcellus. I thought he was dead." Klaus ended his sentence with a small sigh.

"You knew him well?" Jasmine asked her concern showing in her words.

"I raised him like he was my own." He admitted after a pause. Jasmine's heart sank and she reached across the table, placing her considerably smaller hand on top of his.

"Then I'm sure when you find him, you'll be welcomed with open arms." Jazz said, squeezing his hands tightly, knowing full well Nik had obviously been shocked by her news and needed to hear something uplifting.

"Thank you, My Love. Did this witch happen to mention where I could find him?" He seemed to perk up after her words, he gently placed her hand on the table and stood. His eyes alight with determination.

"Well apparently, Marcel owns most of the clubs downtown. If you go to one and ask for him, someone should know something."

"You are a brilliant detective, my love."

"Thank you, it was my original career choice. While you check out the clubs, I'm going to grab a drink at a bar." Jazz added, draining the last of her milkshake and standing herself.

"May I remind you that you're pregnant?"

"May I interject and tell you I'm following a lead I scooped from the Witch's mind?"

Nik just quirked his eyebrow at her and Jasmine sighed.

"And if you must know, I'll be ordering an OJ."

"That's my girl," Klaus said with a smirk and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Pregnancy sucks." She grumbled with a small smile as he left the small café. She paid the bill and headed out to find Rousseau's, a quaint little Bar she had seen in the witches head.

-x-

Jasmine stepped into the deserted building, with no one around but a barmaid restocking drinks behind the bar. Jazz walked over to the bar and took a seat directly in front of the barmaid, who had heard her walking over and had directed her attention to the blue-eyed witch with long blond locks.

"Afternoon," Jazz said with a small smile in a flawless north American accent, she had added a small glamour before she entered the bar.

"Is it?" the Barmaid said her eyes widening slightly. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties. A tired look in her eyes and small strands of grey running through her long dark hair. "I've been stocking those damn shelves for hours. What can I do you for, stranger?"

"I'll have a Virgin Mimosa and a plate of whatever smells so good back in that kitchen of yours." Jasmine sniffed the air and smiled. Her stomach rumbling.

"Orange Juice and a bowl of Gumbo, coming right up."

"Thank you-" Jazz trailed off.

"Jane-Anne." Jazz kept the triumph from her face. "You?"

"Lavender. But my friends call me, Lav."

-x-

After integrating several people at several bars and then compelling them to forget, Klaus finally found Marcel. Which wasn't hard at all.

His once-thought-prodigy was up on the stage entertaining a rather large audience.

Nik's phone vibrated with a message from Jasmine, letting him know she'd found their witch and was currently gathering Intel on her. Klaus smiled at his screen. Jasmine was sharp, when she put her mind to something, there was no stopping her. Well, that was their mission complete. Finding the witch. Now to figure why they were so scared of little Marcellus.

"Thank you," Marcel said into the microphone after the song ended, before jumping off the stage to the sound of applause from the entire room, asides from Nik.

Nik stood watching as the younger vampire interacted with his company, smiling and laughing. It only took a second for Marcel to sense something. His easy-going stance tensed, as he glanced around and spotted Nik.

"Klaus."

"Marcel."

"Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa," Marcel said, slowly approaching Nik.

"Has it been that long?" Not being the sort to back down, Nik started edging closer to Marcel.

"The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake." Marcel said.

"And yet how fortunate you managed to survive. My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated to dust." Klaus' aggressive tome that came naturally with talking about his father alerted the spidey-senses of the other vampires in the room.

Nik was slightly taken back when more than the group of people Marcel was talking to rose to their feet and began to swarm protectively around Marcel.

"Well, if I'd known you were coming back in town, if I had a heads-up-" Marcel's words began to bring doubt to Nik, that maybe he and Jazz had been wrong about Marcellus greeting him like a son would his father. Or like two brother who hadn't seen each other in a century.

"What, Marcel? What would you have done?" Klaus kept the emotion out of his voice and didn't waver as he and his ex-apprentice stood nose-to-nose in a circle of vampires. Nik was sure he could take them all, so there was no danger, but he didn't want to if he didn't have to. The ball was in Marcel's court.

"I'd have thrown you a damn parade!" A massive grin broke out on Marcel's face, relief flooding through Nik as they embraced each other.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. My mentor, my saviour, my sire. Let's get you a drink.".

-x-

"Mmm, that was so good, Jane-Anne." Jasmine felt she could cry tears of joy after the amazing taste of the Gumbo she just consumed still dance across her tongue.

"You know, ladies in the 9th ward say, my sister, Sophie, bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish," Jane said as she poured Jasmine another OJ.

"Well. My compliments to the chef. She's a wonderful cook." Jasmine told her truthfully. If she didn't know any better she would have assumed Jane-Anne was just an ordinary girl from New Orleans. "So is it just you and Sophie?"

An emotion Jasmine knew all to well clouded Jane-Anne's face and despite Jasmine's anger at the woman, she couldn't help the sympathy.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Jasmine said. "I know how it feels to lose people you love."

Jane-Anne looked up at the young girl, surprised at her ability to see grief, "No it's fine. My daughter died not too long ago. It's still fresh."

Jasmine's hand subconsciously went to rest on her stomach, something that didn't go unnoticed by Jane, "I'm sorry for your loss. I couldn't even imagine." Jazz shook her head.

"You're expecting?" Jane-Anne smiled sadly.

Jasmine's eyes widened and she blushed a little when she noticed her hand, "My little monster is due in six months. I thought I'd travel before I'm bedridden with swollen everything!"

"Well, best of luck to the both of you." She said. Another woman entered through the kitchen door. Jasmine put two and two together; Sophie.

"Well, actually it's the three of us." Jazz smiled softly looking down at her bump. "My boyfriend and I are both in town."

Sophie looked over and smiled warmly, "business or pleasure?"

"A bit of both, really. Once the business is done, I'm sure the pleasure will begin." Jazz sipped her OJ.

"Ooh, sounds romantic," Jane added as she tidied around the bar.

"It will be once we're done here. My Boyfriend is pretty high up in his world. We heard rumours that group of bitches around here wanted to try and mess around with our investments."

Sophie cringed, "He sounds pretty important."

Jazz nodded. "Nik and I. We're partners, so you could say we're both on the job."

Jane-Anne laughed slightly, "I wish eating Gumbo and drinking orange juice was my job, darling." She polishes a tumbler and placed it on a shelf.

Sophie smiled at her sister, "Plus there won't be any bitches in here till well past 8 pm."

Jasmine laughed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, did I say bitches?" Jazz wiped her eye falsely and then look directly at Jane-Anne. "I meant witches."

Jasmine's comment didn't have time to register before Jane-Anne and Sophie were stuck in place with invisible bindings.

Jasmine dropped her glamour and stopped using the tacky American accent she'd adopted.

"My name is Jasmine Potter. I have a few questions for you, Jane-Anne."

The terror was evident upon both of their faces. Though it wasn't directed at Jasmine.

The green-eyed witch could sense there was something very wrong.

"You shouldn't have done that," Jane-Anne said her eyes wide and her voice low.

Jasmine was puzzled. "Okay. You better start talking or neither of you is leaving those bindings."

-x-

Nik was enjoying himself, though his mind never faltered from Jasmine and his eyes hardly ever left the screen of his phone.

Luckily for the handsome hybrid, Marcel was out taking a call when his loves name flashed across the screen.

Nik removed himself from the table he and Marcel had occupied only moments before, reminiscing and reliving their past, and left the bar to answer.

"Hello, love. How are things on your end?" Nik smiled into the phone.

"Hopefully, a lot scarier than yours." She said into the phone with a sigh. "I'm on my way to you now, where are you?"

"In a bar downtown. Why? What's wrong," his face hardened and there was a slight growl in his voice as he spoke.

"Well, I found Jane-Anne. It seems that they wanted you here to rid the town of Vampires. Specifically, Marcel." She sighed, rubbing her brow, as though it would keep her headache at bay. "They say he has a way of telling when a witch does magic and when they find the witch-" Jasmine took a breath to keep her anger in. "He's been killing them, Nik. For using something they were born with. We have to help them."

"Jasmine-"

"The worst part is. I've been using magic all day, Nik. What if they can tell-"

Just as his girlfriend began to ramble, Marcel came back into the bar, his hands held out arm's length. "Well, Klaus, I guess it's your lucky day." The voice on the other end of the phone stopped at the sound of another addressing her love. "That Witch you mentioned earlier, Jane-Anne. Seem's she and I have some business."

Marcel noticed Klaus had the phone to his ear. Noting the silence, Jasmine began to talk.

"Yes, Mr Mikaelson, your dry cleaning is ready and will be with you shortly." She said in her best southern American accent.

"Actually, love, take it to my hotel suite, If they're not suitable, I'll have someone drop them back later with a bill for this inconvenience." He smirked down the phone. Jasmine kept her amusement out of her voice.

"Y-yes Mr Mikaelson, Of course-"

Nik hung up and looked to his friend, all traces of worry and outrage went. "So, this witch?"

His protegee seemed to buy it and smirked himself. "Time to show you how it's done in my town."

-x-

"Jane-Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane-Anne!" Marcell shouted, his arms in the air, putting on a show that a circus showman would admire. A tree branch in his hand as he did so. "Come on, let's hear it! Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?"

Jasmine was on top of a nearby building, watching with interest and slight disgust. This was the man who was denying the quarter witches their birthrights.

Nik knew she was there. He could sense her.

"Was that convincing?" Marcell turned to Klaus in his normal octave. "I studied law back in the '50s. Hold that thought." He returned his attention to Jane.

"Seriously Jane, tick-tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?"

"I didn't do anything." She said, her head held high, even though her situation was looking grimmer by the minute. All Jasmine wanted to do was swoop in and save her, but Klaus had texted her and begged her to let it play out. He didn't think Marcell to be the person Jane-Anne had said he was. So Jasmine gave him the benefit of the doubt. Hoping Nik was right.

The crowd laughed at Jane's not guilty.

"Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man."

Jasmine started to fell a little less on edge. He was going to be merciful. A quick side glance from Klaus that screamed 'I told you so,' made Jasmine roll her eyes. The silence of the crowd was deafening.

Jane wasn't so convinced. She scoffed and snarled, "Rot in hell, monster."

The whole crowd of vampires seemed to expect Jane to beg for her life, their shock vibrated throughout the crowd.

Marcel, however, just smiled.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance…"

Jasmine wanted to scream for Jane-Anne to just comply.

Marcel started to walk away. Then, as quick as a flash he whipped the branch around and slit Jane-Anne's throat wide open. Jasmine wanted to scream. The witch burgled on her own blood. Gasping for air.

"Or not," Marcel muttered snarkily.

The witches lifeless body collapsed to the ground. The hoard of vampires cheering like Marcel had just won a world record.

Jasmine shook her head, making eye contact with Nik, who looked just as shocked. Jasmine smiled at him grimly before disapparating.

Klaus wasn't happy at all. He walked closer to Marcel and grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face him. "What was that?"

"Hey. Come walk with me." Marcel wrapped his arm around Klaus' shoulder. "The witches aren't allowed to do magic here- she broke the rules."

"I told you I wanted to talk to her," Nik said, stopping and turning to look at the man he once considered a Mikaelson.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the show. Those witches, they think that they still have power in this town. I have to show them that they don't. I never waste an opportunity for a show of force, another lesson that I learned from you. And besides, anything that you could've gotten outta her, I can find out for you, and I will. I promise."

"Well, whatever it was, doesn't matter anymore, does it?" He plastered on a smile.

"Good, good. Then let's eat, 'cause all that spilt blood makes me hungry, ha-ha!" Marcel said.

"Actually," Klaus declined. "I have some dry cleaning to check on."

-x-

"So that was some fucked up show of power?" Jasmine asked, disgusted as she and Klaus had dinner in the Hotel Restaurant.

"I know it's hard, love, but Jane-Anne is gone now. We were only here to find out what she was up to." He tried to.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She snapped across the table.

Jasmine sighed and leant back, "I'm sorry."

Klaus took her hand across the table.

"It's just, as a kid, I was taught that anything unnatural was freakish. Magic was my getaway. Do you know what happens if witches repress their magic? It builds up and explodes. Their magic becomes a destructive force that is virtually impossible to stop." Jasmine stressed Klaus could see the compassion and hurt in her eyes. "I know that you knew Marcel and I trust you that he used to be a decent guy, but what he's doing to there witches, is worse than what happened in Salem. At least then we had the upper hand. I can't leave. They may be a different type of Witch than I am, but they are still Witches. I have to help them."

"And we will. Together." Nik squeezed her hand and she knew she wasn't alone in this. The nature witches of the quarter would be free of this. Even if it meant Marcel would have to die.

-x-

Across town in the attic of a closed church, Marcel was pacing the floor, his little weapon had given him some information that had left him stumped and curious.

"And you don't recognise her either?" He asked again, looking down at the sketch of the beautiful Witch with bright green eyes and a funny looking scar on her forehead.

"I don't," Davina confirmed once again. "She's not from the quarter and her magic.. It feels different. Powerful." Davina shuddered. She had only seen the witch for a second, but flashes of her face had been happening all day. She was gorgeous, Davina didn't think her pastels had done the girl any justice.#

"Well, whoever she is, It has to be something to do with Niklaus Mikaelson being back in town. I bet she's one of his witches. I'll have to talk to him. Let me know if you see her again."

"I will Marcel, but be careful. I felt her magic, it was.." Davina trailed off.

"What?"

"It felt like an omen. Like death." She said quietly.

What had Klaus brought to his city?

-x-

Well, that's Chapter one of my new story. I hope, even after such a long wait, that this has been a good start and fulfilled all your hopes. So far anyway. I plan on making this story a little longer and the chapters longer too. I'll be uploading on Sundays at the latest, if the chapters are done before then I will post them, but I'm hoping to stick to a schedule this time.

Please favourite and review. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas. Plus I'm really in need of a better title. If anyone has any ideas, please share.

And I'd love to hear your thoughts on the new Jasmine/Klaus tag team dynamic.

Kat xoxo