1 Chapter 1

 Timothy Declour arrived in the city like a soft breeze slipping through an open window. He was feeling nostalgia, He carried himself with a quiet confidence that revealed he had already seen his share of life's ups and downs. His eyes were kind but determined, as if he had come here to settle some unfinished business from years gone by.

He strode through the city streets, taking it all in. His journey had taken him in and out of so many places that he no longer felt a true sense of home, but here there was something different. He noticed people from all walks of life; old couples arm-in-arm, young children playing tag in the park, distinctive music, Creole cuisine, unique dialects, and its annual celebrations and festivals.

He smiled as he continued his stroll through the city, memories from years ago flooding back to him. He remembered before he was called abomination. He gathering with family and friends to celebrate Mardi Gras, the taste of beignets fresh from Cafe du Monde, going on a ferry ride down the Mississippi River and hearing stories of great historical figures who shaped this city. His heart was filled with a joy, it was like coming home.

He admired the city's unique architecture and its colorful neighborhoods. He visited galleries filled with beautiful art and watched street performers singing the blues of his youth. He walked down Bourbon Street, taking in all the sights and sounds this distinctive city had to offer - jazz music playing through the streets, bright lights illuminating every corner of the City but he knew even this beautiful city has a dark side. The supernatural world is real and the Vampires, the witches, and the werewolf and him. Though he is a witch but a witch whithout his own power. He can Siphon other witches powers or some magical object or anywhere the magic is stored.

Despite his unique power to siphon magical energy, he was treated as an abomination by those around him.Even his parents were no different. Any hint of using his abilities would be met with intense scorn and derision. His sheer power made those near him recoil in disgust it was not his fault that he was born that way. He felt like a social pariah, hated and despised for something outside of himself - something he couldn't control. How could anyone else possibly understand what it was like to be him.

With his parent had it out for him and nowhere to turn, he had no choice but to go away from New Orleans and start a new life somewhere. However, his parents had called him something about that if he doesn't help them then Vampire Marcel who controls city could kill them. He has already killed many of witches but if they retaliate then maybe Marcel kills them all. He could care less for others the only thing matter was his sister alive and he knew this was a scheme made by his parents but he can't ignore his sister.

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Kalus felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he walked through the city. He had fled this place once, so many years ago in the night when his father Mikel the Destroyer came to take all of them away and it seemed to him like an eternity since. His Son/friend Marcel was lost in that terrible night and he couldn't bring himself back here for fear of what memories would come flooding back. But now, with someone plotting against him here in this city, he had no choice but return - only to find upon his arrival that Marcel was alive – not only alive but crowned King of New Orleans! It was His joy was suddenly tempered with anger and confusion. Marcel, his so called friend who had been declared dead, was alive! He should have known it all along - if only he hadn't at last given in to despair.

But the feeling that washed over him was something different when he beheld the power that Marcel had gained; complete lordship over the city he had, only to become Marcel's domain. This filled him with resentment. No matter what he did or where he went, it seemed impossible for him to achieve such greatness in a lifetime of effort, yet Marcel had done so in just a single century– why hadn't Marcel sought him out? It stung more knowing how close they once were as friends. All this could be dealt with later; first he had to find out what the witches were plotting against him. After that, taking care of his own needs would come next - then he'd listen to whatever Marcel had on his mind. He was determined not to be distracted by other matters when there might still be danger ahead, so all else must wait until he had a chance for investigations and projections. With any luck, the witches would have nothing in store but benign mischief; however this unlikely possibility surely needed verification before anything else was done or said. There he was on the rooftop of the house then came Elijah Mikelson. Kalaus speaks entirely unsuprised by Elijah following him here.

"Evening Elijah. What an entirely unwelcome surprise."

Elijah gave a curt nod at that.

"And what an entirely unsuprising welcome brother. Now, that we have greetings out of the way then come with me brother."

Klaus gave an answer entirely predictive.

"I am not going anywhere until I find out who's plotting against me Elijah."

"Well brother. I believe I just found that out for you." Then Klaus proceeds to follow Elijah.

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Timothy came to the graveyard of the witches. Where his parents told him to meet with him. There stood Karl Declour and Alicia Declour. They had smiles from their ear to ear like they were receiving their long lost lovely son but he knew better. Karl came to hug him but Timothy just put his hands up and spoke plainly.

"Oh! Spare me the lovely fatherly and motherly welcome. We both know I am not wanted here and I don't want to be here anymore."

Karl and Alicia looked at each other sadly, they wanted Timothy to be aware of the true purpose for his presence there. Alicia then spoke

"My beloved son, you may not understand but we are all a part of the bigger picture and our fate is entwined with one another".

Then Karl added

"You should know that Marcel has become king of the city and nothing can stop him but we have a way and for that we would need your help. Ancestors spoke that you can be of much help."

Timothy gritted his teeth and said

"So, even now you didn't called me because you needed me but your so called ancestors who declared me abomination want me to play my part and help them. You know you are a really cold hearted parents. If it weren't for Callie if wouldn't even come for you. Oh! Sorry i would come but only to watch you die."

Karl had his hand balled into a fist but he composed himself and spoke

"Well, whatever the reason but we appreciate your help."Timothy leaned forward, pushed his glasses up on his forehead, and looked at them with serious eyes.

"So," he said slowly, in a deep voice. "What can I do to help?" He paused allowing the room to evaluate what had been asked before continuing. "I believe you mentioned needing assistance with something? What is it that I can do for you today?". His expression was open and ready to listen as he waited for their response intently studying their faces for any hint of hesitation or reluctance that might show off an underlying uncertainty about the request they were making of him. They had summoned Klaus here to help them take down Marcel and complete the Harvest, and for that they had already made plans but they knew how unpredictable Klaus was so they asked Timothy here to be of assistance if there would need any. They told Timothy witches plan. Timothy thought this plan was very hard to pull off they were talking about controlling Kalus Mikelson and if one know his reputation then they know he doesn't like to be controlled even if that were to work. They are talking about taking a life of a innocent unborn child. Timothy couldn't his anger contain any longer.

"Have you withces sunken to this level that you would threaten an unborn child's life to get what you want?" yelled Timothy. "I won't stand for this, and I will not help you in any way with this plan."

The parents were a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst of anger. They expected he wouldn't go along with this plan but they told him but they pleaded with him by saying

"If you didn't help then your sister may die due to a hex placed on your sister. You has total of seven days to pull this plan or she would be killed by withces they knew you can absorb spells so they placed that hex. We faught with them but they did it and we have only way to save Callie. Please help us. We wouldn't ask you if we could do anything. Please help us. Help your sister."

Timothy was speechless he couldn't just give upon his ideals but other hand was his sister. He knew that he didn't even need to make a choice. He knew the answer obviously but could he really go along with the plan? Timothy for now decided to just go along with their plan for now and told them that he is going for a drink.

There he stumbled upon a bar. He was sitting on the table and ordered a bourbon. The blond haired lady came with the glass and spoke

"Haven't seen you before. Are you new here?"

Timothy nodded and gulped the whole glass in just a second. The bolde lady spoke

"Wow! That's very quick."

Timothy just asked for another glass and same like that he drank four glasses. Just as he asked for another glass the blonde lady said

"I don't think you should drink more now. Whatever the pain won't go away if you drank those."Timothy's voice was low but stern. He fixed her with a piercing gaze and spoke firmly, almost harshly. "I would suggest that you mind your own business," he said in a tone which suggested she was not welcome to inquire further into the matter at hand. His words hung heavy in the air between them like smoke from an extinguished flame, and his face remained expressionless as he waited for her response – or lack thereof — but the lady responded.

"Well, as an aspiring Doctor I can't just ignore the problem of the people and you can speak with me I am a bartender with a psychology student."

"Well I don't think need a psychologist's help. I know what I have to do but for that I have to go against my ideals and that is very hard for me now."

The blonde lady frowned at that and said.

"Well, I don't know full story but if you don't want to do something you have the power to not do that. I knew an addict who had hard time with his addiction but finally he pulled it off because he didn't want to be an addict."

Timothy just tuned her out and left the bar to find an drink somewhere else. He left with saying anything. He just came out of the bar then called a number with caller id written Devil witch.

"Hey! It's me. I reached New Orleans but I don't know what to do. I need to do something very very very bad thing to protect someone."

The other side of call the older female answered

"Then don't do it. If it's that bad thing. You are smart you can figure something else out and from what I know of you. You already have a plan."

Timothy smilled and said. "I do have one but it is very risky."

The female was said

"Then do it. You have the ability." saying this the female voice cut the call. Timothy smilled and thought she never changes.