Arrival in New Orleans

I do not own the originals or any of its characters except for my OC's

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Chapter 1: Arrival in New Orleans

The night air in New Orleans was thick with an intoxicating blend of mystery and magic, a palpable energy that hummed through the streets of the French Quarter. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating the shadows that danced in the flickering lantern light. Sebastian stepped into this world, his presence an alluring whisper among the cacophony of music and laughter that spilled from the open doors of bars and clubs. 

A centuries-old incubus, Sebastian had traveled across time and space, drawn by the vibrant supernatural pulse of this city. He relished the intoxicating scent of jasmine that hung in the air, mingling with the faint echoes of jazz that seemed to pulse with life. New Orleans was a haven for the supernatural—witches, vampires, and hybrids alike thrived in this melting pot of cultures, and Sebastian intended to make his mark among them.

With a calculated stride, he made his way down Bourbon Street, his dark hair framing a handsome face that could charm even the most resistant souls. He wore a tailored suit that clung to his lithe frame, every inch of him exuding confidence and magnetism. As he walked, heads turned, and whispers followed him like a shadow. He reveled in the attention, knowing that each gaze held potential, each whispered rumor a stepping stone toward his ultimate goal.

Sebastian paused outside a dimly lit bar, its neon sign flickering above the entrance. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses drew him in. Inside, the atmosphere was electric, filled with the heady mix of music and conversation. He surveyed the room, his keen eyes landing on a striking witch at the bar, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She was beautiful, vibrant, and utterly unaware of the danger lurking just beneath the surface of his charming exterior.

Taking a deep breath, Sebastian approached her with a predatory grace. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk, laden with the promise of temptation. The witch turned to him, her green eyes sparkling with intrigue. 

"Not at all. I'm Lily," she replied, her smile inviting. "And you are?"

"Sebastian," he said, allowing his lips to curve into a disarming smile. "New in town. Just trying to soak in the sights." 

Their conversation flowed easily, each word woven with subtle flirtation and careful observation. Sebastian leaned closer, letting the warmth of his body seep into her space. He could feel her energy, a vibrant aura that pulsed with life, calling to him like a siren's song. He allowed his gaze to linger on her lips, drawing her deeper into the spell he was casting.

As the night wore on, Sebastian used every trick in his book—his charm, his allure, the intoxicating scent of his cologne—to ensnare her. With each shared laugh and flirtatious glance, he felt himself feeding on her energy, drawing strength from her fascination. He watched as her defenses melted away, her laughter becoming breathy and filled with longing. 

"Would you like to see more of the city?" he asked, his voice low and inviting, his heart racing at the prospect of what was to come. 

"Absolutely," she breathed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. 

He led her out into the night, his arm casually draped over her shoulder. They wandered the streets, each corner revealing another layer of New Orleans' charm. As they strolled through the dimly lit alleyways, Sebastian leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings that made her heart race. 

Their path eventually led them to a secluded courtyard, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, and the sounds of the city faded into a soft murmur. It was the perfect setting, and Sebastian knew it was time to seal the deal.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, their bodies colliding in a rush of heat and desire. He captured her lips with his, the kiss igniting a fire between them. Lily responded with enthusiasm, her hands tangling in his hair as she melted against him. 

Sebastian allowed himself to lose control for a moment, his hunger for her energy driving him to deepen the kiss, to explore every inch of her mouth with a fervor that made her gasp. He felt her energy surge, a wave of warmth that flowed into him, feeding his insatiable hunger. 

As their kiss deepened, he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her back, pressing her against the cool stone of the courtyard wall. The world around them faded away, and all that existed was the electric connection between their bodies. 

With a deftness that spoke of his experience, Sebastian maneuvered her against the wall, his hands gliding over her curves, stoking the flames of their desire. He reveled in the intoxicating taste of her lips, the sweetness of her breath, each moment drawing him closer to his ultimate goal. 

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice breathless with desire. "What are you?" 

He paused, his lips hovering just above hers. "Just a man seeking a little adventure," he replied, his voice low and sultry. "But I think I found something far more captivating." 

With that, he took her hand, leading her further into the depths of the courtyard, where the shadows would shield them from prying eyes. He could feel her energy thrumming beneath his fingertips, a pulsing heartbeat that echoed his own. 

"Here, let me show you just how captivating I can be," he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips once more. 

As their passion ignited anew, Sebastian fed on her energy, drawing her warmth into him, reinforcing the strength he had come to New Orleans to reclaim. With each kiss, each heated caress, he solidified his hold over her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

The night unfolded in a blur of skin and warmth, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Sebastian felt invincible, powerful, and utterly alive as he siphoned off Lily's energy, deepening his connection to the city and its supernatural forces. 

When they finally parted, both panting and flushed, Sebastian looked into her eyes, seeing the trust and adoration reflected there. "You're extraordinary," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"You're amazing," she replied, her gaze lingering on him with a mixture of awe and lust. 

With the night still young, they made their way back to the bar, hand in hand, as Sebastian reveled in the thrill of his conquest. He could already sense the ripple effects of his arrival in New Orleans—each encounter would bring him closer to the power he craved. 

Sebastian watched as Lily rejoined her friends, her laughter ringing like music in his ears. He felt their eyes on him, curiosity and interest sparking like electricity. He smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning. 

As the night wore on, whispers of his name began to circulate—Sebastian, the enigmatic newcomer with a dangerous charm. He moved through the crowd, confident and assured, leaving behind a trail of enraptured souls. 

Sebastian was just getting started. He had come to New Orleans for power, and with each woman he seduced, he would grow stronger, turning the very fabric of this supernatural community to his advantage. 

In the shadows, he could feel the weight of the Mikaelson family looming on the horizon. Klaus Mikaelson, the hybrid king, would undoubtedly take notice of him. But Sebastian welcomed the challenge. The thrill of manipulation, the game of seduction—these were the elements that made life exhilarating.

And as he surveyed the scene, he couldn't help but smile. New Orleans was his playground, and he intended to make it a kingdom of his own.

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