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"Hey, Amelia, I'm going to Rousseau's. Want anything?" Remi asked her aunt, who had her head buried in a mountain of paperwork. 

"No thanks, sweetie. Have fun though," the woman replied, still scribbling down various notes and flipping to a new piece of paper. Remi turned around and headed for the front door of their apartment. It was quite spacious, containing 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. "Oh wait! Before you go, I just wanted to let you know that I might not be here tonight. I just got pulled in for a double shift so make sure to bring home dinner for yourself, okay?" Amelia blurted out right as Remi reached for the doorknob. 

"Alright. See you tomorrow then," Remi said and sent her a quick smile, rushing out of the apartment.

Remi walked briskly across the street, fidgeting with her wallet as she opened up the door to Rousseau's. She was greeted with Marcel sitting in his usual seat at the bar, with a few men standing around him. He had known the girl since she was just a baby, and was in fact a close friend of her mother.

"Hey, Marcel," she said, approaching him with a few notebooks and pencils in hand. 

"Remi, hey! What's up, kiddo?" he said, surprised to see her so early in the day. 

"Nothing much. Amelia's pretty busy so I thought I would let her work in peace," Remi replied and chuckled softly, walking over to the small seating area which was eerily quiet today. "I also have a bunch of homework to finish."

Marcel turned around, looking at the girl who was twirling a pencil in her hand as she completed her math homework. Remi was innocent, she still had a chance to be normal, a chance to stay uninvolved with the supernatural community. That was something her mother never had the chance to do, and the poor woman suffered the consequences immensely. 

Just as Marcel turned forward again and signaled at the bartender for a refill, a broad-shouldered man walked in and took a seat next to him. He was dressed in a dapper navy blue suit and let his hands rest confidently at his sides. Marcel didn't even notice the man until he sat down next to him. 

"Marcellus, fancy seeing you here," he spoke. 

Marcel turned his head ever so slightly. "Elijah. What do you want?" he sighed, putting his drink down and turning to face Elijah fully. 

"Why must there always be a motive for a friendly visit? Can I not stop by to chat simply for old times sake?" Elijah asked, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly.

"It's always something with the Mikaelsons. I've learned that from three centuries of experience," Marcel replied. He was clearly annoyed.

"Well if you must-" but before Elijah could finish, he was cut off by the sound of a sudden electric buzz, of sorts. Both he and Marcel turned around to see Remi drop her pencil swiftly and stare down at her hands as she winced. The girl had a look of fear in her eyes, but covered it up as soon as she saw Marcel's watchful eyes scanning her.

"You okay?" Marcel asked, concern evident in his voice. It had sounded like someone was just electrocuted.

"Yeah... I-I'm fine, Marcel," Remi replied with a hint of uncertainty, and picked her pencil back up. When no spark emitted from it, she continued with her homework like nothing happened.

"Who is that?" Elijah asked Marcel, curious to why he knew her.

"That's Remi. She's off limits to you and your entire family, Elijah. Don't even think about doing anything," Marcel snarled, dark veins appearing from beneath his eyes, and Elijah suddenly became even more intrigued.

"Marcel, you know I would never harm a child. However, I can sense the power radiating off of her. I've never felt energy like that before," Elijah looked at Marcel deeply, wondering what the hell this girl was. Marcel narrowed his eyes at Elijah, but before either of them could say anything else, a whimper started to arise from Remi, which she tried to cover up as she cleared her throat.

She stood up from her seat, clutching her head in her hands and scrunching her eyebrows together in pain. Both Marcel and Elijah stood up from their seats and watched at she clenched her hands and her eyes became crinkled - but the two men had no idea what was going on. Right as Marcel was about to walk over and help her, Remi's whimpers ceased, and her body suddenly fell limp. But just before the girl could reach the ground, Elijah sped over quickly and scooped her up, sharing a worrisome look with Marcel. That couldn't have been good. 

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Elijah walked into the Mikaelson Abattoir with an unconscious Remi still in his arms, Marcel trailing right behind them.

"Elijah, what the bloody hell are you and Marcel doing?" Rebekah asked, noticing a small frame in her brother's grasp. 

"This girl is a friend of Marcel's - she fainted in Rousseau's. I think we may need Freya's assistance with this matter," the noble original replied in a hurry.

"What do you mean?" Rebekah asked, alternating her gaze between Elijah and Marcel.

Elijah gently set Remi down on a couch in the courtyard and gestured for Rebekah to come over. Once the original was mere feet away from her, Rebekah furrowed her eyebrows, surprised at the feeling that washed over her.

"Exactly. I've never sensed that much power before, even with Mother," Elijah responded, and Marcel tensed up. His concern for the girl was only growing by the second.

"I'll get Freya," Rebekah said, and sped off up to the top floor of the abattoir, and appearing seconds later with her older sister in hand. 

"What's going on?" the witch asked, and suddenly a low groan was heard from the seating area. Everyone rushed over to the couch, watching as the young girl slowly sat up, her eyes darting nervously around the small crowd of people surrounding her.

"Where am I?" Remi asked while rubbing her forehead. Her eyes moved to Marcel, the only person in the room whom she actually knew. 

"Hey, Rem, you're okay. These are my friends Elijah, Rebekah, and Freya Mikaelson. You passed out in Rousseau's. What the hell happened?" Marcel asked, kneeling down next to her while the three Mikaelsons stood next to him, awkwardly shifting their gaze around the room.

"I-I don't remember, Marcel," she replied and sighed. She was clearly frustrated, because another jolt of electricity sparked from the tip of her pointer finger.

Freya watched as Remi winced and rubbed the tip of her finger, suddenly becoming interested in the girl. "Do you remember anything that happened before you fainted?" she asked in a soft tone as she kneeled down in front of her.

"Um, well, it felt like something electrocuted my fingers, and then I got another really bad headache," Remi responded while squinting her eyes as she tried to remember anything else.

"What do you mean 'another headache'? Has this happened before?" the witch asked, her voice masking her confusion.

"Yeah, I get these awful headaches, like people screaming into my ears. They only last a few minutes though," Remi replied, anxiously pulling at a few of her hangnails. Freya's breath hitched, though unnoticeable to the others.

Freya stood up and looked over at Marcel. "I... have a theory about what could be causing the sparks and headaches, but I need some time to look into it. Before now, I thought it was just a myth," she spoke, her voice slow as she chose her words carefully. Remi listened intently to what Freya said, her heartbeat suddenly quickening.

Remi suddenly stood up from the couch. "Guys, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a bad headache, but thanks for being so nice. I think I'm just gonna head home now, I'm really tired," Remi sighed and then started walking towards the exit.

They all shared an unsure look with each other, not quite knowing what to say. Marcel shook his head slightly, looking down at the floor. "I'm late for a meeting with the mayor. Rebekah, can you make sure she gets home in one piece?" he asked and, without another word, sped off.

Rebekah looked at her siblings for a second and sighed, then speeding out of the abattoir as well. The blonde original quickly caught up to Remi who had her hands stuffed in her pockets as she walked down the busy French Quarter streets. 

"You don't need to babysit me, you know. My aunt should be home in the morning," Remi spoke up, glancing over at Rebekah.

"Consider me supernanny, then. Marcel wanted to make sure you got home safely," she replied simply, and Remi lightly giggled, her previously tensed shoulders slightly relaxing.

The two walked in silence for a moment as they crossed the street. "He talks about you a lot," the girl stated out of the blue and smiled slightly while staring at the ground.

Rebekah smiled and let out a small chuckle. "I'm guessing not very good things," she replied.

"He can be pretty overdramatic sometimes," Remi said, occasionally hopping over a few cracks in the cement sidewalk.

The corners of the original's mouth rose up slightly at the sight of the girl in front of her. She seemed innocent, happy, human. It was nice to see that for a change. Once they reached Remi's apartment building, she unlocked the door and walked inside, stopping in her tracks as she realized that Rebekah and her siblings were Marcel's friends, which probably meant that they were supernatural of some sort.

The girl spun around and invited the blonde woman inside before walking off into her kitchen. Rebekah hesitantly entered and glanced over at a few pictures scattered around the living room in picture frames. She picked up one with a middle aged woman hugging a little girl. "Is this your mum?" Rebekah asked as Remi walked back into the room with a cup of apple juice.

Remi smiled fondly at the picture. "Yeah, I miss her. She was a great mom" she breathed, gently taking the picture from Rebekah and holding it for a few seconds before putting it back down. 

"She looks like a lovely person," Rebekah said as her eyes softened.

"Yeah, she was. But I can't complain, my aunt is pretty great too," Remi replied.

"I suppose I should be going now. Make sure to call Marcel if you need anything," Rebekah said, and walked over to the door.

Remi followed her. "Yeah, I will. And thanks for walking me home, it was nice having someone to talk to," she chuckled.

Rebekah walked out the door and into the hallway, and smiled. "Goodnight, Remi," she said.

Remi smiled back. "Night. Oh, and can you thank Elijah and Freya for me? I guess I kind of ran out of your house without saying anything," she asked with a small chuckle, and Rebekah nodded.

"Of course."

And with that, Remi closed the door to the apartment and walked into her bedroom. She sighed as she hopped into bed and picked up a book from her nightstand, dozing off shortly after.

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sooo theres the first chapter

I plan on making Rebekah that sort of 'best friend' figure that Remi can talk to about stuff. In the next chapter, it will probably revolve around how Remi became so powerful in the first place and why she actually fainted. Stay tuned, thanks for reading :)

-charley

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