Halima

She crossed her arms across her chest and uncrossed them, running her fingers through her hair, visibly frustrated at the woman in front of her.  “I’ll listen to your story” she began, mumbling under her breath before looking over towards her. “But I’m not telling you where Kol is,” she continued. “Besides– what makes you think that Kol would even give you the time of day?,”she quirked an eyebrow at him. It was certain that the vampire-witch didn’t seem to even want to give up.

“Rest assured Miss. Claire, I have no intentions of trying to steal Kol away from you. Even the idea of it makes my skin crawl. You’ll know my reason’s for wanting to find him once you hear my story.”

                                        “I was 4 and it was the 1400′s when I met him, he was staying with my                                         family because he found mine and my Mother’s ability interesting;                                         having never met a Siphon in person before. We tended to be killed off                                         or disowned and ended up starving before we had a chance to be                                         known to the world. Unfortunately the witch village that my Mother                                         and Father were staying in ended up sending a vampire to kill us all in                                         exchange to a daylight ring, not knowing that he was there.”

                    “Unfortunately for the vampire? They didn’t know that an Original was                     staying with us. He ended up killing him for messing up his stay and                     brought me along as he started traveling again, still wanting to study                     my Siphoning ability. He was practically a Father to me growing up,                     then I fell in love and we had a falling out. He left but I found a vile of                     his blood beside my cot, eventually though the other’s in the coven I                     had ended up staying in found out I was a Siphon. My husband                     convinced me to run so that they would not kill me, and so I took the                     blood to heal the wound that the Coven had managed to inflict and                     fled.”

                              “A lone witch who couldn’t even use magic though was an easy target                               though, and I ended up a vampires meal--I woke up as a vampire and                               eventually learned that I could now do magic by pulling it from my                               vampirism. Despite the fact that I should have lost my abilities when I                               turned. I was suppose to meet my husband at a place we had decided                               but didn’t. Instead I ran, but Kol was daggered by the time I tracked                               him down.”

kol mikaelson was never one to remember unimportant people throughout his many years of life, especially ones of his own bloodline for the very specific reason that they were all supposed to bedead. his line ended with him, not with anyone else. kol would be very surprised to see one around here.

a glass of bourbon rested neatly in his hands, his body slumped over it with a sour expression on his face. his jaw was set and his teeth were gritted, it was obvious that he was on the verge of decimating a few villages or towns. upon hearing his name, kol chuckled coldly. “very cliché, love. now pop along, i have better things to do.”

Hal had no urge to provoke a fight with the original before her, but she wasn't planning on leaving so easily either. If she needed to she would flee, but not until it ca me to that--she had wanted to see him again for years. The knowledge that he was in a box with a dagger in his heart though prevented that, and then he was killed? They prevented her from trying to track him down.

                                        But then she had felt the familiar magic of the sire-line spell reaching out to                                         her, and now she planned on at least trying to reconnect with him. Even if he                                         didn’t remember her and had no urge to try? She remembered him, and so it                                         was worth the attempt in her eyes.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about…,” Davina was scared. She just got Kol back and she felt highly protective of him. She couldn’t lose him again. “Just who are you?”

“My name is Halima, I don’t know that he actually would have mentioned me but we’re old friends. Or at least that’s the easiest way to put it--I’ve been asking around and people told me that if I wanted answer’s about him I should ask you or the Original Family.”

                                        “I figured that you were the safest                                         option, with the thing’s that I’ve heard                                         about Niklaus Mikaelson.”

She would have tried to push the other woman off, but with her luck, she probably would have wound up hurting herself more than anything, much to her own frustration.

      “He may have tried to kill my        siblings, from what I heard,       but I haven’t touched a hair       on his head. I don’t CARE to,      either, not if he was gonna be      a dick like that and try to kill ‘em.”

"If Papá had really wanted them dead that badly they would have been dead before they had even the idea of killing him in mind, so. Why don’t you tell me the whole story. I have a feeling that it’s been exaggerated as it get’s passed through the vampire world.”

"Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up?"

"Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die."

"I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you."

"What could be worse than hummus?"

"Remind me again, why do you hate me so much?"

"Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?"

"I get the sense that you don't like me very much."

"They are weak-minded, easily bought, and violent. I love them."

"Well, you're weren't supposed to make it out alive."

"There's no way you're getting me to repeat that."

"You can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it."

"It's a powerful weapon. Guard it well."

"I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave."

"What could possibly be taking so long? Don't ignore me!"

"Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?"

"You guys take camp way too seriously."

"Just remember,it didn't have to end this way. This one's on you."

"This is why I don't use mortals. They are unreliable."

"Do you really think it would be that easy?"

@msdavinaclaire

@unbeliiever

Halima moved to the girl, pinning her to a wall with her forearm across her chest before she could even realize that she was there. There was a threat clear on her face and a glare in her eyes as she began to speak.

@relaxdcrling

Halima had made it to New Orleans days before, but given the state of chaos the city had been in? She had decided to hide out, then she had felt the Sire Link try to reconnect itself. It wasn’t as powerful of a feeling as she siphoned away it’s magic this time but it did leave a more painful aftertaste in her magic than before, but she couldn’t be sure that it reconnecting to her wouldn’t have terrible after affect since she was already a vampire--with her sire coming back from the dead.

                                        Now it was a few days later, and she had managed to track down where to                                         find the infamous Kol Mikaelson was. If he would remember her or                                         recognize her? She wasn’t sure with all the stories she’d heard about what                                         he was like since they’d last seen each other, but she hoped that he would.

                    “Kol Mikaelson--I have finally                     tracked you down.”