The four of them reached New Orleans in record time.

"Soo, why are we here, angel?" Enzo asked.

Lizzie looked over at him. "You'll see."

He rolled his eyes as did Josie and Stefan.

"Ok, if you aren't going to tell us why we're here? What are we going to do?" Stefan asked.

"We're going to a bar," Lizzie replied.

"Why?" Josie asked this time.

"Because this bar is known to be frequented by the King of New Orleans, Marcel Gerard," Lizzie explained and Josie's eyes widened in realization

"What beautiful? What are we missing?" Enzo asked Josie.

"Marcel is a vampire who Klaus raised from a child. He saw him as a son," Josie said.

"Wait, Klaus, as in Original Hybrid, Klaus?" Stefan asked. And Enzo looked from him to the twins curiously.

"Ding, ding, ding. Give the man a medal," Lizzie jokes.

The guys exchanged amused looks. They parked their car in a reservation lot and started walking.

"Do we even know where we're going?" Stefan asked.

"Nope," Lizzie replied grinning.

"Great," Enzo sighed. "So beautiful, tell me more about this thing you call the internet."

And Josie and Stefan started to explain the internet to Enzo.

Lizzie didn't notice as she sensed magic in an abandoned building to her right.

She glanced at it, not seeing anything unique about the structure.

Except for the magic.

Lizzie glanced towards Josie to see if she noticed but Josie was too engrossed in her conversation.

Lizzie decided to check it out later.

They walked for a while before Lizzie spotted a bar called 'Rousseau's'.

"That's it," Lizzie said, interrupting the conversation.

They all look at it, before deciding to enter.

Lizzie looked around, before heading to the bar. The others followed her and they all took seats at the bar.

A blonde woman, from behind the counter, smiled at them.

"Can I get you anything specific?" she asked.

Enzo perked up. "Yes, can I get a glass of bourbon, love?"

"Right away. Anything for you guys? Although I will have to see your ID if you do want to order something."

The twins shook their heads and Stefan followed suit.

"Very well, if you guys need anything, call me over. My name is Cami," She said before moving to get the glass of bourbon.

"You know I make a habit of knowing the vampires in my city and you four don't ring a bell," A smooth voice said from behind them.

They all turned in unison.

Enzo and Stefan tensed up defensibly. Both of them stood up and moved slightly in front of the twins to protect them.

Marcel Gerard raised his eyebrows, clearly taking note of the behavior.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and pushed Stefan to the side.

"We're not staying long," Lizzie stated simply. "We don't want to cause problems in your city."

Josie rose and came to stand beside her with the boys on either side of them.

"How do you four have daylight rings?" Marcel asked, considering them.

Stefan took a step forward. "Mine was made for me when I turned because a witch owed a favor to my 'sire'."

"And when were you turned?" Marcel prodded.

"In 1864," Stefan replied.

Marcel looked at Enzo and the twins. "And you three?"

"1903, mate," Enzo said.

Marcel narrowed his eyes "And your ring?"

Enzo hesitated and the girls exchanged a look. If there was one thing they knew, it was that they had to get Marcel on their side.

"We made it," Josie spoke up. "Just like we made our own when we turned four months ago."

Technically, the twins didn't need daylight rings because of their witch side but they made them so they wouldn't be questioned by other vampires as to how their walking in the sun without a ring.

Also, they both felt like it gave them a connection to their mom as they got similar rings to the one she used to wear.

Marcel froze as the information registered.

"How?"

"We're something called Heretics," Lizzie said, vaguely.

"And that is?" Marcel asked.

"A vampire-siphon witch hybrid," Josie explained.

"Siphon witch?"

"We weren't born with our own magic, instead we had the ability to take magic from other witches, or spells. And other witches consider us to be abominations," Lizzie said before looking over at her sister.

Josie nodded and continued. "When we turned, we didn't have any magic to lose and we kept our siphoning ability, which allows us to siphon from our vampire side. Meaning we have a constant source of magic."

"I've never heard of such a thing," Marcel said.

"Our kind only exists in the Gemini Coven. It's a mutation because of some magical shit gone wrong." Lizzie said.

"You two are sisters?" He questioned.

"Twins," Josie corrected.

"Hmm, and you two turned four months ago? How old were you?"

"We're 17," Lizzie said.

"You kids have stunning control for two baby vampires," He stated.

"We're not kids," Lizzie exclaimed, offended.

Marcel smirked amused. "Sure, kid. My name is Marcel Gerard and I am the King of New Orleans."

"Stefan Salvatore," Stefan introduced holding out a hand.

Marcel shook it calmly.

Enzo moved forward, drawing Marcel's attention.

"Enzo St. John."

Then Marcel turned to the twins.

"My name is Josie Parker and my sister is Lizzie," Josie introduced.

Marcel smiled. "How about you stay and get to know my town?"

"Sure."

They moved over to a table and they met Marcel's men.

Time flew by and a majority of them were drunk.

Even Josie, which Lizzie found hilarious.

Lizzie, on the other hand, wasn't.

Mainly because her mind kept going back to the abandoned building. Lizzie decided to go check it out.

Lizzie let Marcel know and told him to tell the others when they became soberer.

He nodded.

Lizzie left the building and went in search of the place she passed earlier.

<><><>

Caroline was with Bonnie at cheer practice.

"Where's Elena?" Bonnie asked.

Caroline frowned in irritation. "I don't know but if she doesn't show up soon, I am going to kill her."

Just as she said that a stylish car pulled up and Elena got out.

Bonnie gasped.

"Elena?" Then Bonnie's eyes fell on the driver as he got out. "Who is that?"

Caroline tensed seeing the man.

"Damon Salvatore. I've met him before. He's an asshole," Caroline said.

Bonnie looked at her in surprise as Elena walked over.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," She apologized. "I didn't make you wait too long did I?"

"It's okay, Ele-" Bonnie started to say when she was interrupted by Caroline.

"Why are you wearing a scarf? You never wear scarfs," Caroline stated, narrowing her eyes.

"Caroline!" Bonnie reprimanded.

Elena shook her head. "It's fine, Bonnie."

"I just wanted to try something different," Elena said, looking at Caroline.

"Suuure," Caroline said in disbelief.

There was something wrong here, but she didn't know what.

<><><>

After a while of walking back the way they had come earlier, Lizzie found the abandoned building.

She walked up to it and climbed the fronts steps that creaked with every step.

Slowly she walked to the door. Lizzie reached out and turned the doorknob.

It turned.

Lizzie pushed the door open, which creaked loudly.

Lizzie entered the place hesitantly, taking note of the holes in the ground and the places where the roof caved in.

She reached her magic out and felt the magic coming from the back room.

She walked over to it slowly and opened the door, uncertain of what she might see.

However, there was nothing notable from the first look into the room.

Should she really enter?

If she wanted to find out what was the cause of the magic, she had no choice.

Lizzie slowly entered the room the magic radiated from the most. There was dust everywhere and many of the things in the room appeared worn down.

There were old wooden tables with books on them, and there were no lights to be seen. Or at least, no lightbulbs. There were some candles attached to the walls.

"Flamma," Lizzie whispered.

The candles lit up and the room brightened slightly.

She looked around curiously. There was nothing that stood out to her and there was a calming silence.

Then Lizzie noticed a woven leather bracelet on the ground by a broken chair, that looked like it had been thrown at the wall.

She walked over and knelt down, not touching it.

Lizzie reached her magic out to sweep over it, checking it for possible curses but Lizzie could not sense anything dangerous from the item.

Well, except for the fact that it had extremely powerful magic attached to it.

Hesitantly she reached out to touch it. The moment her fingers touched the leather she was thrown into a vision.

A little boy sat in the grass outside of a hut.

He had brown hair with almost chocolate-colored eyes.

He looked to be around the age of 6 years old and was wearing a greenish tunic and brown trousers.

The sky was pitch black and the stars were shining in the sky.

The little boy stared up at the stars.

There was a noise from behind him. So the boy glanced backward and saw an older boy around the age of 16 or 17 come out of the hut.

He had brown hair and blue eyes. The teenager looked at the little boy.

"Kol? Why do you sit out here?" The teenager asked the younger boy, Kol.

Kol looked down at his hands, whispering something.

The older boy narrowed his eyes.

"Speak up," He commanded.

Kol hesitated. "I had a vision," He said louder.

The older boy paused, before walking over to his younger brother and taking a seat beside him.

"Why did you not wake mother or father?" He asked.

"I couldn't do that Finn," Kol frowned. "Mother would tell me to go back to sleep and not worry about it. And I couldn't wake father."

"Why ever not?" Finn asked.

"Father would be upset that I woke him. He would beat me as he does Nik," Kol said, looking hesitantly at his eldest brother.

Finn was silent before speaking up again. "What were you shown, brother?"

Kol immediately went tense and looked at his brother, fearfully shaking his head.

"Kol?" Finn asked, concerned.

He moved so he was kneeling in front of his little brother. Finn reached out and lifted Kol's chin.

"What did you see?" He asked, again.

Kol's eyes filled with tears.

"Henrik was dead and I lost my magic," He muttered.

Finn's eyes widened.

"Brother? What do you mean? What happened to Henrik? And your magic?" Finn questioned, worried.

Tears started to fall down Kol's face. And Finn moved so he was sitting and pulled Kol onto his lap.

Kol curled into his brother and cried on his shoulder.

Finn started rubbing Kol's back and whispering words of comfort.

After a while, Kol quieted and pulled back. He turned so he was leaning against his brother.

"Something will happen, that led to Henrik's death," Kol whispered.

Finn was silent as he rested his chin on Kol's head.

"I was many summers older than I am now, and after that, something was done to me that caused me to lose my magic, it did not show me what," Kol explained.

"It was as if it was ripped from me and I lost a part of myself. Nature no longer answered my call. And I wasn't the only one. It happened to all of us but they didn't understand, no one understood. Except for you. You were the only one that cared as you understood, you had your magic ripped from you as well," Kol said.

"But then you disappeared as well. I felt so lost, so alone. Betrayed, angry. And I gave up. I stopped caring and gave into the rage and pain caused by losing my magic," Kol said. "It was terrifying."

"It's not real, brother," Finn stated. "You still have your magic, correct?"

"Yes, but what if I lose it someday? What if something happens to our brother?" Kol said, tearfully. "I am scared, brother."

"You will not lose your magic or our brother or I. I will never leave you behind brother. I promise you," Finn said.

Kol looked up at his brother. "Truly?"

"Truly," Finn reassured.

Then the scene shifted and Kol appeared again, the same age but different clothes.

He was sitting on a log by a fire, watching a blonde hair girl that was slightly younger than him, dance around the fire.

Kol looked over when he heard footsteps approaching.

Finn walked over to his brother.

"Kol, come," Finn motioned for him to follow.

Kol got up and the blonde girl looked over

"Where are you going, brothers?" She asked curiously. "Can I come?"

"No, sister. You must stay here," Finn replied.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I told you to, Rebekah," Finn sharply replied, tone reprimanding.

"Yes, brother," Rebekah replied, looking hurt.

Kol watched the exchange confused.

"Come, brother," Finn called and walked back the way he came.

Kol rushed to keep up. His shorter legs caused him to fall behind.

They entered the forest and Finn led Kol to a clearing that had some items around it.

"Brother?" Kol inquired.

Finn turned with something in his hand.

He held out his arm and opened his palm, revealing a leather bracelet with two light-colored beads on it.

Kol's eyes widened.

"What is that?" Kol asked.

Finn's typically stern face softened.

"This is for you," He stated. "You may take it."

Kol reached out and grabbed it from his brother's hand.

He gasped as he felt the powerful magic.

Kol looked up at Finn, confused. "W-what is this?"

"You see the little beads?" Finn asked and Kol nodded looking at the bracelet. "Well, one of them is infused with a little of my magic and the other is infused with Mothers. And at this moment, we shall infuse the leather itself with your own magic."

"Why?" Kol asked, confused.

"So that if one day your vision comes true and you lose your magic, you will still have a piece of it with you," Finn explained.

Kol's face lit up but then he paused, confused.

"Why did you and mother put your own magic within it?" Kol questioned.

"So that you know, we are always with you, even if we are not physically there," Finn said. "Now shall we do the spell, brother?"

Kol nodded with a smile.

Lizzie gasped, as the vision cleared.

Was that Kol Mikaelson? And Finn Mikaelson?

Lizzie looked at the bracelet in realization.

It belonged to the wildest Mikaelson. He must have lost it.

Lizzie thought back to the vision.

Kol had been a witch? And he became a vampire, losing his magic.

Lizzie paused. Why did people wonder why Kol was so psychotic? The answer was right in front of them.

He had been a servant of nature and was turned into something that witches considered abominations and against nature.

No shit, he lost his mind.

And - oh fuck

Kol had visions of his brother dying and becoming vampires before it ever happened.

Did he even remember the vision? If so, Kol must have felt so guilty for his brother's death.

Then again, Kol told his brother, who told their mom.

So the blame wasn't solely on Kol.

Lizzie looked down at the bracelet in her hands and put it in her pocket.

She would return it to its rightful owner when he was awake again.

Lizzie got up and made her way out of the house, towards the bar.

When she reached it, she saw Marcel waiting for her.

"Did you find what you were looking for, kid?" He asked.

"No, but there's nothing I can do about it." Lizzie lied, shrugging.

He nodded. "I set your sister and two friends up with a hotel. I was just waiting for you to return to show you where," He said.

"How nice is the hotel?" Lizzie inquired.

"Very nice, five stars, kid," Marcel said.

Lizzie's face lit up with excitement. "This is gonna be fun."

He snorted in amusement. "Come on."

Lizzie followed him down the streets and it wasn't long before they reached the hotel.

Marcel gave her the room number and key, then bid her farewell.

Although, before he left, they quickly exchanged numbers, and Lizzie went into the hotel.

She walked to the elevator and went to the correct floor.

It didn't take her long to find the room and she used the key card to enter.

"Whoa," Lizzie whispered in amazement.

It was an entire suite with multiple rooms, three to be exact.

It had a large stainless steel kitchen. There were bathrooms attached to each bedroom. And a large living room and tv.

Lizzie checked in on the boys.

They were both passed out completely.

Then she went to the room her sister was in.

Lizzie pulled the bracelet from her pocket and put it on the dresser. Then she quickly changed into pajamas and looked at the bracelet.

She didn't want to lose it.

Lizzie grabbed it and attached it to her wrist.

Then she got into the bed and curled against her sister.

Lizzie fell asleep instantly.

Not noticing the magic in the bracelet pulsing.