1 Quinn.

A gorgeous woman walks down the busy streets of New Orleans, she stops all of the sudden and sniffs the air. The woman's name is Hayley Marshall.

"Blood." She utters, sniffing the familiar metallic scent wafting through the air.

Hayley walks into the alleyway next to her as that's where the scent is coming from. She keeps following the scent, eventually tracing it to a bunch of garbage near a dumpster. As she gets closer, the smell of blood gets stronger.

"Oh my God!" She notices a young boy laying on his back on top of the piles of black garbage bag. The blood she was smelling is gushing from a deep wound on his stomach, it looks like he was sliced open by a wolf's claw, she can see the inside of his stomach. Hayley can't fathom what monster would do this to a child... then again she knows plenty of monsters who wouldn't hesitate to do exactly this actually.

Hayley notices a feint heartbeat, but it's really slow meaning he's going to die soon. "Shit!" Hayley bends down quickly and bites into her arm tearing open her skin. She grabs the boys head and opens his mouth quickly thrusting her arm into his mouth forcing him to drink the blood flowing from her wound. A few seconds later the boy's wounds start to magically close, eventually all but dissapearing, his blood the only reminder that he had been injured at all.

She waits a few more seconds for him to wake up but seeing that he hasn't woken up yet, Hayley picks him up deciding to take him back home. She wants to know what happened to him, considering he seemed to be attacked by a wolf and even though she doesn't believe they would but if they did attack this young boy, she needs to know why.

As Hayley walks into her manor, a beautiful woman with blonde hair runs up to Hayley, concern all over her face, her name is Freya Mikaelson. "Hayley what happened?" Freya asks her tone laced with worry.

"I'm not sure, I think he was attacked by a werewolf." Hayley explains as she walks past Freya.

Freya walks after her "You think the Crescents were behind this?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I...I'm not sure." Hayley says with uncertainty. "But I don't believe they'd be this cruel to a kid." Hayley says her previous uncertainty gone.

"I agree they wouldn't do something like this." Freya agrees, the crescents may be rough around the edges but they're good people that would never harm anyone like this.

"So what are you going to do?" Freya asks.

"I'm going to wait for him to wake up, then get some answers." Hayley explains.

"Sounds like a..." Freya's cut off by a sudden scream of horror.

The kid sits up and starts screaming bloody murder. "Ahhhhhh!!!!!"

Hayley quickly goes forward and pulls the kid into her embrace. "It's okay, it's okay, you're safe now." She says in a soft soothing tone trying to calm the kid down.

The kids screaming stops after about 10 seconds replaced by heavy breathing. His previously shaking body also seems to calm down in her embrace.

Hayley pulls away from him and examines the young kid in front of her. He's long black hair is slightly frazzled. His face is really pale which isn't surprising considering he's lost alot of blood. But what really catches her attention is his eyes, she's never seen eyes like his. His eyes are blood red but what catches her attention the most is the weird black lotus flower pattern that have replaced what should be his irises.

Okay he's definitely not a normal human. Hayely thinks to herself certain.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" Hayley asks gently.

The kids eyes meet hers, she notices recognition within them. "Quinn, my names Quinn." He answers his voice still shakey.

Quinn can still hear the screams of his pack, he curses himself to falling for falling into a false sense of security, he knew this world was dangerous but he didn't expect his uncle to betray them as he had. Luckily Quinn unlocked his Mangekyo and used it to teleport away before he was killed himself.

Mom. Quinn barely manages to hold back his tears as his moms death plays in his mind.

"Quinn, Quinn are you okay?" Hayley saw him start to shake again, she was worried something was wrong.

"I...I'm fine." Quinn answers in a shakey voice.

Hayley frowns, he clearly isn't fine. "What happened to you Quinn?" Hayley asks trying to get to the bottom of this matter.

Quinn looks up at her gritting his teeth trying to hold back the tears.

Hayley sighs with pity, she can tell that whatever happened it was really bad.

"My... my uncle betrayed our pack, he slaughtered all of them." Quinn's previous shakey voice is now filled with anger and hatred.

Hayley and Freya look at the boy completely shocked, stunned by what he said.

"He... he killed my mother and I couldn't do anything about it." Quinn no longer able to hold back his tears starts bawling.

Hayley and Freya's hearts break seeing a young boy break down like this.

Hayley once again pulls him into her embrace, allowing him to cry on her shoulder. Quinn eventually cries himself to sleep.

Hayley gently lays him down on the bed before covering him with a blanket, letting him sleep in peace.

There'll be time for questions later. Hayley decides seeing Quinn's peaceful sleeping face.

Hayley and Freya both leave the room. The two lean on the railing overlooking the foyer of their home. Both have frowns of pity on their faces.

"Do you think he's telling the truth?" Freya asks.

Hayley sighs. "No one can fake heartbreak like that, I don't think he's lying." Hayley tells her.

"I think you're right but still... we need to ask him more about what happened." Freya says.

Hayley understands why Freya's saying that, whoever this could be a potential danger to their family, they'd rather know then know not know.

"Place a boundary spell around his room, we can't have him running away." Hayley orders.

"On it." Freya nods and walks off to gather what she needs for the boundary spell.

Hayley hopes that she's overreacting and this person won't be a threat to her Hope, to her family but she'd rather not take a chance. She doesn't plan to torture the boy, but if necessary she or Freya will dig into his mind to find the answers they want.

Hours pass before Quinn wakes up again, the sky that was light before was now pitch black.

"Hayley he's awake." Freya calls seeing Quinn's eyes open slowly.

Freya can't help but notice how beautiful his eyes are. She was shocked when she first saw them having never seen something like them in her lifetime. She could easily get lost in those eyes and if she was younger she most likely would've.

Hayley walks in a few seconds later with a tray in her hands, the tray has a bowl filled with a brown stew that has small pieces of steak in it.

Quinn sits up slowly and sighs tiredly, he sniffs the air smelling something delicious.

"Hey, I made you something to eat." Hayley says as she reaches the side of the bed.

Quinn looks up at her with an awkward smile. "Uhmmm thanks." Quinn reaches for the tray. Hayley then places the tray in Quinns hands.

Quinn places the tray on his lap and immeadiately picks up his spoon and starts eating vigorously.

"Quinn, I know this is hard for you but I need you to explain what happened to your pack.

Quinn who was eating vigorously puts his spoon down. He takes a deep breath in for a few seconds before releasing his breath trying to calm himself in preparation of the story.

Quinn knows he can trust these two people, as for why he knows that is because he's watched the Originals before, in fact he was a big fan. You see Quinn wasn't originally from this world, he was from a world where this was just a TV show. He knew what world he was in when his mother mentioned the original vampire family. From then on he started training hard, he needed strength in order to survive and lucky for him he was born into a powerful lycan pack with special eyes that gave them magical abilities on top of their super strength, speed and durability. Also like werewolves their bite was lethal to vampires even the originals, possibly to Marcel Gerard himself but he won't let them know that. You see Lycans aren't cursed like werewolves, during a full moon they aren't forced to turn instead the full moon enhances everything about them, that's why he's betting his bite would kill Marcel Gerard only on a full moon though. The only drawback to the full moon is that controlling his anger Is difficult, if someone so much as looks at Quinn wrong he's liable to murder them.

"I suppose I should first explain what exactly I am... My species are called Lycans."

Hayley and Freya furrow their brows in confusion, they've never heard of Lycans.

"Lycans? what exactly is a Lycan?" Hayley asks interrupting Quinn.

"Lycans are quite similar to you werewolves, we're shapeshifters but the difference between us is that we aren't forced to turn on full moons, the full moon only serves to make us stronger but more volatile and we can control our change." Quinn's hand suddenly starts sprouting a ton of black fur till it's covered completely, his hand the morphs into a massive wolf's paw with long deadly looking claws poking out.

Freya and Hayley can't help but imagine the damage those claws could cause, luckily Quinn doesn't seem to be the psychotic murderous type, or else they'd have a problem.

Quinn wouldn't have told them so much, if not for the fact that Hayley saved his life.

"Anyway, my uncle found out that if he killed his own pack, he'd grow stronger, much stronger. That's when the slaughter started, none of our warriors were strong enough to stop him he toyed with us like we were ants." Quinn says heavy emotions in his voice. "I only managed to escape because of these." Quinn points at his eyes. Seeing their curiousity Quinn continues. "All Lycans are born with eyes like mine, these eyes give us magical abilities, one for each eye. One of my abilities is that I can teleport. I teleported and ended up wherever you found me." Quinn explains.

Freya looks at Quinn skeptically, she's never heard of Lycans before.

Quinn noticing Freya's skepticism quickly explains. "I know you've never heard of Lycans before but that's because we've hid ourselves from this world for over 2000 years. I'm not exactly sure why we hid from the world, apparently we incurred the ire of a powerful witch and nearly got wiped out, so to avoid further losses we found a place and cloaked it in the most powerful spells in order to hide from further retribution of that witch." Quinn explains with a furrowed brow. "I've never even left our compound before, this is my first time in the outside world, I just wish it didn't have to be under such... dire circumstances." Quinn says barely suppressing his tears.

Freya and Hayley look at Quinn with pity. They thought their lives were terrible but from the sounds of it Quinn's wasn't any better.

"Will, will your uncle come looking for you?" Freya asks worried. If his uncle does indeed plan on looking for him, then Freya won't hesitate to chase the child away, she won't risk her entire family and New Orleans for some unknown kid. As sad as his story is, she isn't willing to play with their lives.

Quinn shakes his head. "No, he believes me to be dead, he didn't know about my teleportation magic." Quinn explains.

The only person who knew of Quinn's teleportation magic was his mother but now that she's dead these two are the only people who know.

Freya sighs relieved, she didn't really want to kick him out if she didn't have to, he seems like such a sweet child.

"Thank you for telling us your story Quinn." Hayley says in a gentle tone and softly caresses the top of Quinn's head.

*Grrrrrr..." Quinn accidently growls from how good the caress feels.

"Ahhh sorry." Quinn's entire face turns bright red from embarrassment.

Hayley and Freya can't help but smile sweetly seeing how adorable he is.

"Quinn... do you have anywhere to go?" Hayley asks realizing that he might not have anywhere to go, it kind of reminds her of herself when she was a teen. She eventually found a home but she first had to suffer years of loneliness, she didn't want that to happen to Quinn.

"Uhh.... no I don't." Quin replies with a sheepish grin. He just now realizes that he'll most likely be homeless for abit.

"Oh... why not stay here then?" Hayley suggests calmly.

"Hayley what are you doing?" Freya asks looking at Hayley confused.

"No, it's okay I'll figure something out." Quinn politely declines.

Hayley puts her hand on Quinn's shoulder and looks at him with understanding. "Look I've been where you were, I can't send you away knowing that you have no place to go. I wish someone would've offered me a place to stay when I had no where to go." Hayley gives Quinn a soft endearing smile. She truly mean what she said.

"A...are you sure it's fine." Quinn says with uncertainty while nervously fidgeting with his fingers. Quinn was hoping she'd offer, if possible he wants to make sure she survives.

"Yes, we have plenty of room don't worry about it." Hayley answers nonchalantly.

"Thanks." Quinn smiles thankfully at her.

"You're welcome." Hayley answers his smile with a warm one of her own.

"Anyway, we'll let you eat, we'll get you cleaned up, after you're done I'll introduce you to my pack." Hayley let's Quinn know.

"Uh... alright." Quinn answers with nervousness in his tone. Quinn hasn't met anyone besides his other pack members, even though he's lived a past life he barely remembers it, he doesn't know if he had family or friends, he just remembers alot about different shows he's watched. He always wondered why that is but he hasn't been able to come up with a proper answer.

After saying goodbye Hayley and Freya leave Quinn to eat in peace.