New Orleans

Waking up in a fog of confusion I was hit with 16 Years of memories. I grabbed my head and screamed for what felt like minutes, hours, days, no it's more like years. Memories of my dad Rafael, my mom Melissa, and my little brother Scott filled my mind and became part of me. Slowly the pain subsided, and I lay in my room alone not a sound to be heard.

My dad works for the FBI and sometimes isn't home for days. I've come to terms with it, and it works out in my favor most of the time. Like right now my dad brought us to New Orleans on a case he's working on. "Dad are you home?" I yell as if it's something I've always have done, well I guess I have. I chuckle a little when I heard no response and say, "Of course why would you be". I get up and walk to the bathroom deciding to rinse my face off but before I do I notice myself in the mirror. I have a six pack and a pretty toned body; I look more like my dad than mom but at least I have her eyes. I'm a pretty attractive guy, at least a 9 or 10 if you catch my drift. I let out a sigh of relief and decide to get changed and check out the town.

I open my suitcase and begin to search for clothes that aren't wrinkled. "Wow nothing" I say a bit annoyed at the fact that all my shirts are rolled up and thrown in my bag. " Maybe dads got something?" I walk around to my dad's closet and open the door. I see a long row of the same suit shirt and ties all in clear plastic clothes covers. I mutter under my breath " Dad why are you such a nerd?" and begin to go through his drawers where I find a black V-neck. "Sweet!" I threw it on and it hugs my body in all the right ways. I run back to my room and grab 2 pairs of jeans give them both a sniff and pick the one I feel might be cleaner. I grab my biker boots and a Poptart and lose balance hitting the floor hard trying to eat it with one hand and slide my boots on with the other.

Roaming the city streets on New Orleans I found myself drawn to the music and the different foods. I see a bar with a sign [Rousseau's Bar] and decide to walk over. I didn't even make it to the door before I was stopped by a man wearing a perfectly suited suit, a perfect jaw line and a million-dollar haircut yep, it's Elijah Mikaelson I thought in my mind. "Aren't you a little too young to be going to a bar?" he said in an English accent and looks at me in amusement.

"I'm sorry I saw the sign and thought maybe I could get some food and a drink" I look at Elijah innocently. He leans down a little and looks me in my eyes " leave and don't come back to this bar and forget we ever met". I look at him and respond, "Are you okay? Is there something on my face"? Of course, I knew there wasn't but still I must play the part of a dumb kid now that I've met him. I look around him at the glass window to see if I can see my reflection and determine if there was something on my face but what I saw was something completely different. My face went white, I've never seen dead bodies before but there they are 4 of them with bite marks on their necks. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and I instinctively flinched.

I felt a warm breath hit my ear "What are you kid?" he said a bit surprised. I realized I fucked up and forgot about compulsion, damn I'm an idiot. It's still nice to know that I can't be compelled. "It's not every day I find someone that can resist compulsion especially that of an original". I look at him with a little fear that gets replaced with annoyance as my eyes begin to glow for the first time. They start to turn a deep blood red as I slowly begin to look up at him and for a moment, he looked shocked and, in the moment, I decided to act. I grabbed his arm holding it as I did a backflip kicking him in the face. I saw his head turn to the side mid flip and in my head, I was thinking I can do this, I can take him. When I landed, I instantly regretted wanting the Mikaelsons in this world because Elijah was looking at me with not even a scratch on him. He smiled at me for a moment and in the next it turned into a frown face as he reached his arm out and punched me in the face knocking me out with one hit.