You were rushing through alleys of New Orleans, trying to get away from your pursuers. Rumors of new coven who kidnapping and sacrificing girls were true - tonight they needed you. As you rounded corner, you bumped into tall figure, almost squealed, but he held his palm over your mouth.

"Shh... It's okay." came man's baritone over your ear. "Don't need to be afraid." His gaze swept over your back, where coven members step from darkness. Their eyes widened in horror at sight of Klaus Mikaelson.