Chapter Two


Twisting the glass of vodka she had been nursing for over ten minutes, Elle stared blankly out of the bars window onto the street outside. She had been avoiding Marcel for almost twenty-four hours more than aware of the two lackeys he had sent to keep an eye on her, but too bored to do anything drastic about it. Over the span of five years she had slaughter more than enough of his blind followers and it didn't give her the kick it once did, so tearing the throats of the two men keeping tabs on her seemed more like a chore than anything.

"You come in here nearly every night, and everytime there's always two weird guys watching you. Doesn't it worry you?"

Dragging her eyes away from window Elle looked to the source of the voice that had interupted her solitude. A pretty blonde smiled at her from behind the bar, Elle had seen her on many occasions when she visited Rousseau's, a harmless human who had never particularly captured her attention for long. "I assume you're referring to the two meat heads trying to look inconspicuous? No, they don't worry me. My headache of a brother is a little over protective, hence the two idiots." Knocking the contents of her glass back in one, Elle slammed the empty glass back onto the bar and waited for the barmaid to refill it.

"You can drink alot, this is your what? Fifth?" Cami laughed as she filled the empty glass with neat vodka. "I don't know how you're still upright."

"Years of practice." Explained Elle with a small smile. "I'm Elle by the way, seeing as I spend alot of my time in bars I think you should know me by name instead of as 'the girl who can handle her drink'."

"Cami."

Quietly Elle regarded Cami as she moved down the bar to serve another customer, she seemed nice enough and with the confidence she had as she moved around the bar Elle guessed she could handle herself in a sticky situation. Friends were something that Elle hadn't had in so many years she wasn't even sure she remembered what it felt like to have one, but maybe having one would make her mundane existance more tolerable. "See you around Cami." Elle called out over the noise of the bar, if she didn't go home soon then Marcel would likely come and retrieve her.

The cool evening breeze brushed over Elle's body as she stepped out of the bar and onto the busy street, the fresh temperature a welcome change from the sticky heat of the overly crowded bar. Slipping her bare arms into her leather jacket, Elle glided through the bustling French Quarter in the direction of the compound where Marcel would likely be throwing another of his parties. In the early days Elle had loved all the parties that Marcel threw, she had been the belle of the ball and loved every second of it, but it had quickly become stale. Where Marcel looked at memories with resentment, Elle only felt longing, and that had been the beginning of her wanting to leave New Orleans for good. There was so much more to the world than the quarter and she desperately wanted to see it, or better yet find the family that she and Marcel had lost. Their lives had been so happy until Mikael had turned up and for nearly a century Elle had been wanting that back, but Marcel had put an end to her dream leaving her trapped like a rat in his precious kingdom.

Loud music thumped from the walls of the compound filling the dark night as Elle approuched the place she called home. The party never seemed to stop, Marcel kept it going until Elle wanted nothing more than to slaughter every one of his minions. Was it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet in her own home? But the depressing truth was that it wasn't really her home, it was Marcel's and she was nothing more than a perminent guest.

"Get out of my way." Elle growled, shoving through the large cluster of vampires that were occupying the space. There was no way she was going to stick around for the festivities, all she wanted to do was get to her room as quickly as she could and open one of Marcel's most expensive bottles of wine.

"You finally decided to come home!" Marcel shouted as he weaved closer to his sister to stop her before she could disappear. Even for Elle not coming home for twenty-four hours was a long time, and Marcel didn't enjoy losing two of his men to keep tabs on her for that long. "You're finished with your tantrum I take it?"

Turning hotly on Marcel, Elle wanted nothing more than to smack the smug look straight from his face and if pushed any further she wouldn't hesitate to do exactly that. "I can throw a tantrum right now if you like?" She threatened. "I can make a really, really big mess."

Marcel knew the threat was far from empty, Elle had proved how bog of a tantrum she could throw on more than one occasion, but he didn't have time to indulge her need to fight him on everything. There were two much bigger problems in his city, and one of them had just walked into the party. Over Elle's shoulder Marcel could see Klaus sauntering through the crowd in search of him, there was going to be no way to do damage control like he'd been hoping too. The moment Elle saw her ex lover and discovered that Marcel had kept his arrival hidden her never ending rage would be impossible to keep under control. The plan had been to disclose the Mikaelsons sudden appearance when it was just the two of them, but that had gone out the window the second Klaus turned up.

"Hey, man, where'd you run off to?" Marcel greeted as he breezed around Elle, praying that she would just follow her initial route straight to her bedroom. "Oh, someone put you in a mood. What can I do?"

"What you can do is, you can tell me what this thing is you have with the witches."

Time seemed to stand still as a voice that Elle thought she was never going to hear again drifted through the air. She must have misheard, there was no way that he would be there. It had been so long she was almost scared to look, scared that if she had indeed misheard the last of her very slim hope would be utterly destroyed. There was only one way to know for sure though, with that in mind Elle turned around as slow as she could. Her breath caught in her throat as her sapphire eyes landed on the only man she had ever loved. A hundred years had passed and still Klaus looked exactly how she remembered, still as handsome and commanding. "Nik?" His name left Elle's mouth before she even realised she had said it outloud, and almost instantly his dark eyes shot over to her.

Suddenly anything that Klaus had been intending to say to Marcel disintergrated into nothingness as his Helena approuched, looking like a fallen angel in the heaving mass of bodies. He had been so certain Mikael had killed her along with Marcel that Klaus was anything but prepared to see her, especially as Marcel hadn't so much as mentioned her name.

"You didn't think this was something you should mention to me?"

The venomous way that Elle spoke brought the ghost of a smile to Klaus' lips, he had forgotten how cold she could be. "It would seem that Marcellus didn't feel oblidged to tell either of us, luv. Because trust me if he had I wouldn't have been spending so much time in his company, not when there's much more appealing options."

As much as Elle wanted nothing more than to forget Marcel and focus completely on Klaus' sudden appearance the anger she was feeling was growing, and couldn't be brushed aside. "How long? How many days have you been keeping this from me?" When Marcel didn't answer straight away Elle grabbed hold of a random party goer, holding them painfully tight by the elbow. "I will kill someone every second you don't answer me. Do not push me Marcel."

A broad smirk spread across Klaus' face, taking back the city was going to be more fun than he had first imagined. "I remember you're temper quite fondly Helena, I'm pleased to see that a century has changed nothing. But I will ask that you don't do anything too drastic until I've spoken to the prince."

"Fine." Seeing Klaus might have taken her by surprise but there was no way that Elle was going to let Marcel's betrayal pass by unnoticed; relinquishing her hold on the black haired woman, Elle shoved her hand into the woman's chest with a sickening crack and ripped out her heart. As the body dropped to the ground with a solid thump, Elle stepped closer to Klaus and dropped the bloody heart into his hand. "Good night Nik."


A/N/ Thank you everyone who read the first chapter and for the favs/follows. I hope you all enjoy this chapter :)

Only reviewer: I found the photo on Pinterest and I thought it was perfect for Elle, it's not a model that I know of though.

Amazeballs96: I'm glad you like the whole Marcel's sister set up! She is indeed the governor's daughter, and she did live on the plantation at the same time as Marcel, I'll be going more into their past at some point in the future. And there is a past and future romantic relationship between her and Klaus :D