The Next Day

Once we arrived in New Orleans, Hope led me to the French Quarter. Hope told me that the Quarter was where most of the Supernatural activity in the city occurred.

As we were walking, she said, "I haven't been here in years, but the Abattoir should be this way."

"Abattoir?" I asked.

Hope explained, "It's the name of the Mikaelson mansion in New Orleans."

I joked, "You name your buildings?" 

Hope didn't respond. She just sent me a glare.

I followed her until we arrived at the "Abattoir."

Before we went inside, Hope commented, "This place hasn't changed a bit."

Hope took me to her old bedroom and said, "This is where we'll be sleeping. The master bedroom is for Aunt Freya and her wife, but they're still in New York. They won't be back until next week."

I nodded. I then said, "We should start looking into the killings Alaric was talking about. You grew up here, so, where should we start?"

Hope glanced at the floor before she looked back at me. She said, "I'm feeling a little tired actually. I know it's only lunch-time, but I really feel like taking a nap."

The vapor traveling probably took a lot out of her so I just said, "That's fine. Just tell me what to do."

Hope nodded, "Alright. Go to the bar, Rousseau's, on Bourbon Street. Find a witch and tell them who you are and that you're my fiance. Then, tell them to take you to the Regent, the leader of the witches. Talk to them, and convince them, to not attack the other supernaturals. After that, tell them that you want to help with the search for the killer."

"Alright."

With that, I left the Abattoir to find Rousseau's.

I walked into the bar, expecting it to be empty. I mean, who goes to a bar at 11:45? However, there was one person.

He was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of... some alcoholic drink. He was wearing a leather jacket, which was a little weird since it was late June. But, I ignored it since I sensed his aura the moment I walked into the bar.

He was definitely a witch all right.

I sat down in the seat next to him and noticed that the bartender was in the back.

The witch looked at me and asked, "Aren't you a little too young to drink?"

I nodded. I said, "My name's Percy Jackson. I need you to take me to your Regent."

The witch nearly choked on his drink before whisper-screaming at me, "Keep your voice down!"

I put my hands up in surrender. "Sorry."

I then repeated myself, whispering, "I need to talk to your Regent."

The witch eyed me. He asked, "Why?"

I replied, "Alaric Saltzman told me and my fiance to come help with the search for the serial killer. And to make sure New Orleans doesn't turn into a warzone."

"How do you know Alaric?"

I explained, "I went to the Salvatore School for my senior year. That was last year. My fiance had been going there since she was a little kid."

The witch then asked, "Who's your fiance."

"Hope Mikaelson."

His eyes widened. "Hope Mikaelson's your fiance?!"

I nodded.

He asked, "How are you even alive? Kol Mikaelson would've killed you the moment he heard that you were dating Hope, much less getting married to her."

I shrugged, "I can't be killed, especially by a vampire. How do you know the Mikaelsons?"

He replied, "We used to be... acquaintances. Wait, did you just say you can't be killed?"

I nodded again. I explained, "I'm a Greek god, and also a wizard. The wand type."

He raised an eyebrow, "You're a Greek god?"

I replied, "It's a long story, but I used to be a demigod son of Poseidon."

"And the wizard?"

I said, "My maternal grandfather was a wizard. Not a great dude."

Remembering that I still didn't know his name, I asked, "What's your name?"

The witch responded, "Vincent Griffith. As for the Regent, you're looking at him."

I was dumbfounded. Since when did I finish a task like this so easily?

Making sure I heard him right, I repeated, "You're the Regent."

Vincent nodded. He said, "I was shunned when I first became Regent fifteen or so years ago. But, I was reinstated after Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson died. What does a god care about these Supernatural killings anyway? It's not like you cared before. Hell, we didn't even know gods still existed."

I explained, "Supernaturals weren't the only ones killed by this serial killer. Demigods have been killed too. Plus, a Supernatural war would tear the world apart. The last time something like that happened, we got World War 2."

Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"Long story. But the point is that a war between the Supernaturals is bad for everyone. The Supernaturals, the Greek and Roman Pantheon, and the mortals."

Vincent put his drink down and said, "Look, I agree with you. A Supernatural war would be devastating. But, I'm not one to back away from a fight. If the witches are attacked, then we are going to fight back with everything we've got. If you really want to keep the war from starting, you need to talk to the vampires. Make them assure us that they won't start a conflict."

I nodded, "Don't worry, that's why Hope and I are here. To make sure war doesn't break out."

Vincent took a sip of his drink and said, "The leader of the Vampires is named Antoinette Sienna. She's typically a reasonable person, so she'll at least hear you out."

As I was preparing to leave, I realized that I had no idea where I was going. I asked, "Hey Vincent, you mind taking me to her? I've never been here before so I don't really know how to get anywhere."

Vincent shook his head, "Me going into vampire territory is suicide."

I clarified, "You won't, just take me to her. You can go after that."

Vincent thought about this for a few seconds before deciding. "Fine. But I'm leaving as soon as we get there."

I nodded, "Deal."

Vincent dug into his pockets and pulled out a $20 bill. He left it next to his drink before leading me out of the bar.

As we were walking through the streets, he said, "Earlier, you said that you used to be a demigod. What did you mean?"

I explained, "Well my mom's a mortal, so I was half-human half-god. The official term is a half-blood. But anyway after fighting in my second war, I was blessed by the Olympians. That unknowingly made me more god than human. Eventually, my godly side took over and I became a full god."

Vincent replied, "Must've been cool when you found that out."

I shrugged, "Not really. At that point, I had been offered it twice but declined both times."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "Everyone I know, including me, would have accepted it in a heartbeat. Why'd you decline it?"

Before I could respond, a middle-aged woman ran up to us. She looked at Vincent and yelled in Latin, "Regent! The killer has struck again at the Bayou! "

His eyes widened. He looked at me and said, "She said-"

I cut him off, "I know what she said. What's 'the Bayou?'"

Vincent said, "It's where most of the werewolves live. It's just outside the city."

I nodded, "Alright. I can take us there."

Vincent looked at the woman and said, "Thank you for telling me."

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "This might make you a little nauseous."

Vincent nodded, not questioning me.

I closed my eyes and vapor traveled us to the "Bayou."