It all seemed like a bad dream. Jeremy had actually lost. Granted it took TWO Originals to stop him, but losing never did sit well with him even before he became a member of the Five. The only thing good about it was that Anna was still alive. He hadn't lost everything, but he came close. He obtained a set of wheels through their contacts in the underground. No compulsion was involved. A few days later, they were on the way South.

It didn't take a genius to know that The Original Family had a compound in New Orleans. Jeremy himself had been there in the past. He had to follow the trail of the two youngest Originals so he could get back the two witches who only wanted to be free. He took his responsibilities very seriously. He was very hard on himself during the entire drive from Ohio to Louisiana because Kol had gotten the better of him. He told himself that Kol was going to pay dearly for this.

It was a long drive to New Orleans. If Jeremy had his way, he'd drive straight there. He had peak endurance and didn't get tired easily. The car did need gas and they could just ignore that. Anna insisted that he pull over several times so that she could drive. With reticence he agreed. It wasn't going to be easy, but nothing ever worth having was easy.

Jeremy was a man set on revenge. The target of that revenge was Kol Mikaelson. Jeremy wished to God that he had the White Oak stake in his hands again. He already killed the younger brother of Klaus and Elijah once. He wasn't about to hesitate to do it again. Every fiber of his being was calling out for the blood of the Witchy Original.

Several days had passed. The Hunter and his vampire girlfriend had crossed the state line into Louisiana. They were heading right into the belly of the beast in a manner of speaking. Kol was the brother of the monster that had turned life into a living hell these days and Jeremy with public enemy number One. Using his knowledge of Louisiana and his friendship with Tyler Lockwood, Jeremy, who was now behind the wheel of the car, turned toward the Bayou. "Tyler told me about a Bayou Witch that helped him once. She was a friend to anyone who was against the Mikaelsons. She's apparently been around for a long time. They call her Mama Ruth." Jeremy turned his attention to his girlfriend and cracked a tiny smile for the first time in days. "You're over 500 years old. You've met her, I'm sure." Anna's long life and many connections had come in handy more than once as they worked the Underground Railroad.

Jeremy came to a section of the Bayou and pulled the car to a stop. He got out of the vehicle and started to look for an underbrush to hide the car. He stopped after they sufficiently had the car. He shaded his eyes with his right hand and tried to look around. The Bayou was full of danger. His Hunter senses were on overload. His muscles were tense. After what had happened on the shores of lake Erie, Jeremy was overly cautious. Tyler had told him that Mama Ruth was the daughter of Marie Laveau. That meant she had very powerful Magic. Considering the state of the world at the moment, Mama Ruth surely wasn't going to be easy to find.

Jeremy stopped for a moment and looked into the Bayou itself with a less than critical eye. There was a profound beauty here. The sites and the smells were also different all because of the primal nature of the Bayou. He could hear an alligator swimming through the water. The slithering of the snakes filled the grass in front of him. There were bullfrogs sitting on lily pads just beyond his line of sight. He could listen to the bullfrogs, the alligators and the snakes as they all blended together in one of the greatest symphonies he'd ever heard in his life. He could see why the werewolves of the Bayou loved it here. He hoped that Tyler and all the Wolves were safe.

He was depending on his vampire girlfriend to be able to get them to this Bayou Witch. He didn't want to go in unprepared this time. Kol and Rebekah had bested him. It was his and Anna's time to turn the tables. The power of Klaus Mikaelson extended into all areas of the US. He was counting on the sheer numbers of The Original Hybrid's enemies to work in their favor. Kol had also been around long enough to earn his own amount of enemies.

No sir. This was not over by a longshot.