Alma was ecstatic.
It had been just another day watching the people of New Orleans pass her by. That was her favorite pastime. The entire city and its occupants captivated Alma. It was as if she were watching a never ending movie (if she could eat popcorn, she would).
It was never boring but sometimes the days just merged together. Once you got so old, it was unavoidable. That day, however, turned out to be very eventful.
The Mikaelsons were back in town.
She heard it from whispers in the streets. All the others were nervous. They had a thing going and the Original family arriving was going to mess it all up. Chain of command would be shaken. Because the Mikaelsons were the most powerful vampires that ever existed; they were the first of their kind.
Alma didn't feel quite the same as them. For years, she wondered what the renown Mikaelsons were really like. Oh, she'd heard stories. Most of them centered around Klaus (the bloodthirsty psychopath) or Elijah (the trust worthy nobleman).
'Elijah may be noble but he's just as dangerous,' she had been warned. 'Just stay away from all of them. Just don't interfere.'
Now, she finally had her chance to get first hand experience. To hell with warnings. What did she have to fear anyways? She was already dead.
It wasn't hard finding them. First, she went to Marcel. She had been keeping tabs on him for awhile. He proved to be very interesting from early on. Alma enjoyed watching him grow into a leader, a ruler. And because he was such a great ruler, she knew he would have to be involved with the Mikaelsons. Marcel would never let somebody wander on his turf without a warm welcome and a warning.
Alma knew Marcel all too well. Not long after sitting with him, she finally got an eyeful of Klaus Mikaelson. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him (she didn't need to breathe but old habits die hard).
He walked in with head held high and shoulders back. He looked so regal. Every head turned to look at him when he entered the room; he was impossible to ignore.
"What a gorgeous man," Alma murmured as she watched him. She certainly hadn't expected him to look like that. He was a brute, a killer. He was supposed to be an ugly monster inside and out.
How could such an ugly person have such a beautiful face?
He had short, blonde curls atop his head and matching blonde stubble on face. His features were both masculine and delicate. He had baby blue eyes that didn't look like they should belong to a serial killer.
Alma squealed as she stretched out across the bar. She perched her head on her hand and leaned in towards the notorious vampire. He was sat right in front of her with Marcel by his side. The current king was prattling on about something, but Alma no longer payed him any attention.
'I wonder how long Marcel has before his position is uprooted by this one,' She thought with a giggle. Klaus certainly didn't look like one to follow orders.
Klaus gripped his glass tightly in one hand and his cold eyes stared straight ahead, right through Alma. She was used to that so it didn't bother her.
"You're a horrible person, apparently," Alma said bluntly. "But God, you're pretty." She covered her grin with her hand and fell back onto the bar.