**For those of you who read this flashback chapter back when it was first published I'd advise you to read this chapter because it's basically re-written.

Flashback chapter takes place the same time as the prologue.

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New Orleans 1820.

It had been five months since my return to New Orleans, Yuletide had come and gone, the leaves had gone from golden brown, to falling to the dusty ground, before finally growing back to their natural green. I had watched from my stylish mansion in the centre of the city as towns folk bustled through town in the cool autumn air, sang carol's in the crisp winter breeze, then strip out of their winter layers in the warm spring climate.

For five months I had locked myself away in my large estate, hidden from the outside world, alone with only my maid Laurel for company.

Laurel was a slave who had been thrown onto the streets by a local plantation owner because as her owner had put it she was useless. Due to this no one would hire her, that and the fact her skin was a dark coffee colour not that I cared. I found laurel living in a small shack on the outskirts of town when I was looking for wild plants to use in a spell and hired her on the spot, she had her own room in my home and was allowed to come and go as she pleased, I only needed her to clean, cook occasionally, do laundry, and go on errands around town.

Laurel was fully aware of who I was and what I could do, yet unlike most it didn't bother her which made me like her even more.

Thanks to my father's money I lived a very comfortable life; my home had six large bedrooms, a massive dining room, kitchen, a drawing room, living area, study, a cellar, four washrooms and a small ball room.

I had converted one of the six bedrooms into a room to, do magic. It held all my grimoire's, magical items, the odd cursed object, herbs and other witchy things. I had spelled the room so only I could enter, as it would be a disaster if the wrong person got their hands on some of the things I had accumulated over the years.

I spent most days and nights in this room trying to get control over my powerful magic, trying to make sure the magic itself didn't fully possess and rot my soul like I knew it eventually would.

It seemed ever since I came back home my magic had taken on a mind of its own, it was more unpredictable than ever, on the brightside I no longer needed to rely on a bunch of dead hags to do a simple locater spell, my magic was my own bubbling inside me, running through my veins.

When I had left New Orleans seven years ago I travelled to New York, to stay with my father's cousin and her family, after I took time to grieve I started working in a local chemist, hoping working with different herbs and making concoctions for different aliments, would help curb my longing for witchcraft.

I thought I would never be able to wield magic again how wrong I was, all it took was a strange woman dressed in all black to enter the small shop, and completely change my life.

"You have a gift do not waste it".

The mysterious woman whispered as she stood facing me at my counter, her dark brown almost black eyes felt as if she were staring into my soul, before I could even get a word out she was gone leaving a slip of paper with an address and a small drawing of a pentagon.

I mulled over the strange encounter for a week before packing my things, leaving my distant relatives and travelling to Franklin Massachusetts, I figured I had nothing else to lose as I made my way to the place the strange woman had told me go.

It was in Franklin where I met a coven of dark witches called "In Tenebris sunt" which translated to the dark ones, the coven was made up of witches who had either been exiled or left their coven and went in search of unlimited power.

I was instantly drawn to them, they knew I was coming and had waited for me to find them, they knew everything about me; they offered me power and a purpose at a time when I had nothing, so I took it.

The coven used a dark form of magic called expression. Expression had no limitations, there was no spell I could not do, no line I could not cross. Expression not only gave me my magic back, but it gave me more power than I could have ever dreamed of, I soon became addicted to the darkness.

Expression made me feel invincible; I found I could move a horse and carriage without breaking a sweat. I could inflict pain on the strongest supernatural being without flinching, set villages on fire with a blink of an eye and heal as quickly as a vampire.

Expression caused me to do things I would never imagine myself doing, I killed without mercy, inflicted pain while laughed, but what shocked me most of all was the fact that I liked it.

I spent two years travelling with the In Tenebris sunt causing death and mayhem wherever we went, then I learned the truth about them. I found out during a trip to South America that the coven worshipped Silas and they wanted to free him. I had heard of Silas before I mean what witch hadn't? From the stories I heard as a child and a teenager I knew I wanted nothing to do with the world's first immortal being, so I left the coven with little control on my magic and travelled to Europe, but before I left the coven they gave me a parting gift.

The coven of unhinged and dark witches didn't take kindly to people leaving their exclusive coven, so the night before I departed they performed a spell on me called "tenebrae mortis" or the dark death.

I didn't think anything of their little spell until the next time I tapped into my magic, I now found every time I did magic my eyes would turn pitch black along with my veins, then on the boat to Europe I accidently cut my had and found my blood to be discoloured, instead of a scarlet red it was more black in colour, just like my eyes and my veins.

I sought any witch who would talk to me in Europe to find out what was happening to me, it was only when a vampire tried to attack me in the streets of Berlin did I figure the mystery out, I allowed the vampire to take a sip of my blood playing the part of helpless human before I killed him, only I found I didn't need to use my magic as my blood did all the work, the vampire backed away from me chocking on my blood, it burned through him like acid and within seconds he was dead.

A witch nearby heard about the nameless vampires death, turns out he had been killing young woman in the city for months terrorizing the locals, in return for killing the vampire the witch gave me the answer I had been searching for.

It turns out my blood was poisonous to vampires, werewolves and witches if it was ingested and my blood would eventually become poisonous to me. When my blood was fully black in colour it would start killing me from the inside out, she told me it was a punishment dark covens used to punish those who stepped out of line as dark magic couldn't be taken away once it was tapped into, I guess this was the price I had to pay for using expression

After I killed the helpful witch I travelled some more, deciding to life my life to the fullest causing before I was reunited with my husband and son. I spread chaos; death and mischief across Europe then finally settled in Paris, before being called back home by my dying father.

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I sat drinking my morning tea in the large dining room, flicking through the large grimoire I had recently acquired, it had come from Salem and had been delivered late last night. Salem grimoires were hard to come by as most of them had been burned back during the witch trials, which meant it was very valuable, although I knew most of the spells it was still very interesting to read.

I listened as the doorbell rang, curious as to who would call to my home as not many people did. It seemed that during the past few months I had become quite the myth. The Siren of New Orleans that's what they called me, my mother thought she was insulting me by calling me a siren the day of my father's funeral, but instead she had created a legend.

People feared, admired or were intrigued by me it depended on who you talked to, the witches despised me thanks to my loving mother, although the feeling was mutual.

"Who was that?" I questioned as Laurel entered the dining room a crisp while envelope in her hands.

"A messenger, the poor boy looked disappointed when I answered the door. I suspect he was hoping to see the siren" Laurel mocked as she handed me the envelope making me smirk.

Please join us for dinner drinks and dancing

Saturday night at four

Jerimiah Gerard, Governor of Louisiana

"This man won't give up" I snapped, throwing the invitation onto the table. The governor had sent me at least a dozen invites to his soirees, since I came back to town, I had ignored every single one, I never liked the governor before I left the city seven years ago and I wasn't going to start now.

Huge extravagant parties were never my thing as a young girl and Charles didn't like them either, although I'm sure it was the fact that the original vampires, Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah had the governor under their thumb and were living at the plantation was the reason Charles avoided the governor's mansion. Like myself the originals were legends in New Orleans, they had practically built the city, but they were also extremely dangerous the old Giselle stayed well away from them but now, now I was intrigued by the family after all the new and improved Giselle loved a party.

"I know that look your up to something" Laurel accused.

"I'm merely thinking what a good way to introduce myself to the people of New Orleans" I responded.

"I'm sure that's all your thinking" Laurel sassed as she took away my empty plate, she never failed to entertain me, mine and Laurel's banter is what had kept me sane during the past five months, I'd be lost without her.

I laughed as I stood up grabbing Laurels hand pulling her to my dressing room to find a gown for tomorrow's event

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It was now six; I had been at the governor's party for an hour and I was bored. Of course I waited until the party was in full swing so I could make an entrance, I grinned think back to it.

When I stepped into the ballroom I immediately got the reaction I craved. The music along with the laugher and conversation came to a halt as I made my way through the crowd, I held my head high trying not to laugh as they broke into whispers.

Siren

Siren

Siren

The word repeated over and over in conversational whispers, I felt their lust, fear and curiosity, it made me smirk, I drank it all in loving the attention they provided, gone was the girl who tried to blend into the background who only wanted a simple life, who abided by all the rules.

If these people wanted a siren I'd give them one, I'd lure them in and strike them down, I would make this city my playground show those who turned their back on me that they had not only made me stronger but had made me dangerous, before I died I would make sure they remembered my name, I would die a legend, my mother would love that.

My thoughts of destruction were interrupted by a burning stare, I tried to ignore it but I couldn't so I turned finding the burning stare in the crowd, then I met his eyes, his deep brown eyes, in them I sensed power, longing and pain.

Then I just had to go and introduce myself, I had come here with the intention of meeting the original siblings but I didn't bet on him and the effect he would have on me.

Elijah Mikaelson

Our meeting could be described in one word, thrilling. Four the past seven years I had felt nothing, power being the only thing on my mind, my jaded heat and blackened soul not able to allow myself to feel, yet this man. this vampire had my stomach in knots and my heart skipping a beat.

I barley remembered meeting Niklaus and Rebekah all my thoughts consumed by the eldest original.

I wouldn't allow it I couldn't, I had a reputation to uphold, I sighed and sipped my champagne as I ran my fingers though my raven coloured locks trying to get Elijah Mikaelson out of my head, as I walked alone though the governors vast gardens.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the quite chanting that surrounded me; it was only when the chanting got louder that I paid attention.

Thirteen withes surrounded me, the irony of the number of them not lost on me.

"What can I do for you ladies" I smirked.

"You should have never come back Giselle" the leader spoke; it was none other than Delphine Devereaux, leader of my old coven the one who had banished me.

"But I did" I shrugged, sipping my champagne. Then out of nowhere the glass shattered the liquid spilling on my expensive, red silk gown, I glared at the stain becoming angry.

The chanting grew louder as they came even closer, I screamed in pain falling on my hands and knees begging them to stop, I could feel their smugness.

Then I laughed, I leaned up on my knees laughing manically as black veins appeared across my body sink, I closed my eyes, when I opened them they were black.

I let out and unearthly scream sending them flying backwards to the ground suddenly it grew windy the trees surrounding shook, branches breaking due to the small hurricane I was creating.

"You witches think you're so high and mighty, you think the ancestors make you untouchable, tell me where are your ancestors now" I roared standing up.

The thirteen witches looked at me in fear and shock, some cried others whimpered as they were unable to comprehend, my vast power. I raised my hands making the witches float in mid-air. I chanted loudly over and over, the witches shouted in agony as they bled from their eyes, ears, mouths and nose. I then moved my left hand in a clockwork fashion snapping their necks one at a time as I moved around the circle then I got to the last witch, Delphine.

I pulled her to me effortlessly, when she was a few inches from my face, I placed her on her feet and froze her on the spot. Blood dripped down her face as she struggled to breathe, I grabbed her by the neck and squeezing it tight.

"You should have stayed away Delphine" I spat.

"Mo.....n...st..e..r" she rasped.

"Haven't you heard I'm a siren" I chuckled snapping her neck letting her lip body fall to the ground along with her fellow witches, I smirked looking around at my handy work I was quite proud of myself, I hoped this kept the witches of New Orleans away but then again where was the fun in that.

"What have you done" a French accent cried, I turned and smirked when I spotted the dark skinned witch looking at the dead witches in sorrow

"Celeste Dubois I presume?" I questioned already knowing the answer.

"You killed them!"

"They tried to kill me first" I replied.

"You deserved it" she spat, I smirked see three figures behind her, no wonder she was acting brave. I knew the witch was currently bedding Elijah, the thought of it made me feel sick but I pushed those thoughts aside, as I looked away from the Mikaelson siblings, nearly laughing at their reactions, no doubt they didn't believe the stories about me until now. Rebekah looked at the scene in shock; Klaus was in awe while Elijah looked troubled.

"You don't know what I deserve Celeste" I coldly told the witch as I approached her. I blinked and suddenly she was on her hands and knees chocking, she started coughing up a black watering substance, I had learned this trick years ago it had become my signature of sorts. I heard Elijah shouting stop as he ran towards me, I simply lifted my hand and froze him on the spot. Rebekah was still looking on in shock while Klaus smirked looking amused.

"Tell my mother and the rest of your witch friends that if you come for me again, it will be genocide for all the covens of New Orleans and you and I both know that I can and will make that happen" I sneered, Celeste nodded frantically her eyes begging me to stop. I laughed and blinked twice, Celeste stopped chocking and fell to the ground, I walked forward and pulled her up by the hair.

"I know it was you who told them I was here, next time you cross me I will end you and it won't matter whose bed you share" I stated cruelly pushing her away and with a wave of my hand she was unconscious. I then picked up the sides of my dress gliding away as if I hadn't just killed thirteen witches.

"Sorry about the mess" I smiled sweetly when I reached the siblings.

"No need to apologise love" Klaus flirted making scoff; I turned to Elijah taking his glass of whiskey and drinking it licking my lips before handing it back.

"Don't worry your bed mate will wake up in a few hours" I grinned biting my lip, I watched his pupils dilate as my fingers brushed against his, once he took the glass back I walked away.

"I looked forward to meeting you all again soon" I called feeling those brown eyes on me the whole way back to the mansion.

Little did I know that small meeting with Elijah Mikaelson would change my life forever.

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A/N

Leave a comment and let me know what you think of their first meeting and what you think of the chapter.

So for those of you who read the original draft of Siren, as you can see I decided to change her powers slightly so it was a more solid story and fitted into the TVD/TO world, like Bonnie Bennett she turned to expression when she lost her magic. For me it just made her the magic side of Giselle easier to write.

The magic side to Giselle was the reason I unpublished the old version because I confused myself a lot and came to a dead end. Now unlike Bonnie, Giselle wasn't down with all the Silas stuff so she left and a curse of sorts was placed on her more about that in future chapters.

Oh and the storyline should stay mostly the same as the original 1st draft , but please if you remember the 1st draft don't leave any spoilers in the comments for first time readers.

Gifs of Giselle in this chapter included ^^^

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