"You're Derek? You're a friend of Absinthe's right?" Tyler asked. Derek cocked his head. "Wait, you know Abi? I should've known. Is-is she here..?" He asked. Tyler shook his head, and slipped his hands in his pockets. "No, she isn't."

"We're looking for Scott McCall. Our pack needs help." Bayley added, getting straight to the point. Derek furrowed his brows. "A pack? You guys have a pack?"

Bayley nodded. "Abi is the alpha. She's great at it too. But our pack, is under attack, and she sent us for help." Derek frowned. "She, didn't ask for me?" Tyler sighed. "She asked for help. You can come with us if you want. But, we need Scott too. Okay? So do you know him or not?" Tyler asked, as he ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know him. Come with me." He replied, motioning for him to follow him.

After I'd just arrived to New Orleans, and I was exhausted, the drive was long. I'd texted Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, and even Kol. No answers from any of them, which worried me dearly.

What kind of trouble had they gotten into now?

I already missed my home, and Kai. New Orleans was beautiful, and interesting, of course. But, it was also humid, and a bit loud. Probably because I needed sleep and had a horrible headache. Any other time, I'd probably love the excitement. But at the moment, this late at night, it was not my scene.

I sat in a quaint, vintage, bar, drinking a scotch, wondering where to start looking. I couldn't just ask around. Who knew what kind of things The Mikaelson's had done since they got here? Maybe if I'm lucky one of them would walk in, and I could talk to them then.

But, I knew that'd be too good to be true.

Someone walked in though.

He ordered a drink and sat next to me. He smiled.

"New here?" He asked. I chuckled. "Yeah, just looking for someone. Probably won't be here long." I smiled. He nodded. "I'd bet I could help. Nothing happens in this city that I don't know about. Who're you looking for?" He asked.

I wasn't sure if I could trust him. Maybe he hated The Mikaelsons. Maybe he'd kill me if he found out I knew them. I couldn't handle anymore threats on my life, not when I'd just gotten shot a day ago.

I propped my face up on my hand, and smiled at him.

"Do you have a name by any chance?" I chuckled. He let out a small laugh.

"I do. I'm Marcel. Welcome to my city." He smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake.

That name sounded familiar. But, I don't know how. I faked a smile, and shook his hand.

"I'm Absinthe."

He cocked his head, and narrowed his eyes, before taking a sip of his drink. "I've heard about you, I think. You wouldn't be looking for Klaus Mikaelson, would you?" He asked, wearing a smirk.

Making me feel a bit uneasy.