For centuries Elijah Mikaelson and his siblings had run from the one that should have protected them from the horrors that this world held. But instead, the one that they run from had murdered them with his own blade that was used to defend their family.

They believed that their only weakness was the sun, a stake carved from the one tree that could steal their lives from them one again. Now in New Orleans, Elijah and his siblings believed that they could finally call this place home. But Elijah knew that there was still a chance that the threat they were running from would find them. 

Praying that maybe just this one they could live a life without having to run...from their father Mikael. Ever since they had arrived in New Orleans in 1713 they desired to call this place home. But still the threat of Mikael loomed over their heads.

So whilst his brother Niklaus taunted himself with someone who he could never have in Vivianne and his sister Rebekah off recruiting the French army. His brother's comment that she must do whatever she had to, too take over as commander and recruit them to join their family. 

Of course Elijah had doubts that Niklaus was planning something else but as his brother claimed to be an open book, Niklaus held many secrets close to his chest. But for Elijah to even attempt to try and discover them would be futile. So Elijah had taken it upon himself to make New Orleans their home and hopefully without his siblings destroying what he sought to help create for them all, a place to call home. 

With the wolves and witches uniting their sanctions by this mystical marriage that would gain them more power over the vampires. The original family had been in New Orleans for several years now and without a piece of land that they could call their own. There was only one person who had the power to influence the factions to grant them a place of their own - Ysabelle Dalliencourt; a witch. Aunt to Vivianne Lescheres.

Elijah needed the young witch on his side to be able to hold some attempt at influence within the French Quarter factions. The wolves and the witches were relying on this marriage between Vivianne and Armand. But deep down he could feel something awry within his younger brother Niklaus.

For so long whenever Niklaus desired anything or anyone they would bow to his wishes. But now Vivianne was denying his brother which he suspected was a game, but Elijah had long ago learned not to get himself involved. Only when the situation became dangerous would he intervene.

Standing outside the small house which he knew to be Ysabelle's, he could hear her heart beat from inside, soothing. Approaching the house at a steady pace, the door creaked open and the well mannered demeanour took over Elijah.

"Madam Dalliencourt. My gratitude for such a meeting" he spoke with a gentleman bow smiling softly.

Ysabelle appeared, her arms folded across her chest "Vampire....Elijah Mikaelson. You're not like how they describe. It appears that you are much taller in person" she mocked keeping her face expressionless.

Elijah smirked "Well fables are adapted and changed through times madam" he spoke softly.

"Perhaps. But what you desire vampire I cannot give. So please leave" she ordered and closed the door shut. 

Elijah remained slightly amused but knew that he had to keep trying. Each of his siblings had been tasked with something to achieve for their family, although he doubted Niklaus's true intentions. Family was always and forever. But New Orleans was going to be their home, all they needed was a place to call their own.