Klaus was mad. He couldn't believe some pesky witches would even THINK of planning something against him, that they would even imagine the thought of destroying him. Didn't they knew who he was? He was Klaus, the original hybrid. He didn't had time to just hop in a plane, to see what this witches were planning. But here he was, looking down at bourbon street, watching people dance and laugh, oblivious about the creatures lurking the shadows, waiting for them to be distracted, so they could sank their teeth deep into their throats. Klaus heard a sound, then a laugh. Marcel.
"What is my dear, dear friend doing in New Orleans? Last I hear you were running, leaving and never coming back?" He heard marcel laugh, a cynical laugh he had heard hundreds of times. Klaus turned.
"Yeah, well last I heard, you were a scrap of a kid, cowering in the shadows of those who hated you" Klaus said while he smirked.
He saw Marcel clench his jaw, saw the man that less than 200 years ago was his ally, his best friend. He loved him like a son, teach him everything he knew, and now? Who did he thought he was, using HIS methods to gain what Klaus has always been seeking! Love, Power, and Family. And Marcel had gotten that, with HIS help.
Then Klaus remembered why he was here. He could ask Marcel which witches could be planning something, which ones where the sneakiest, but he declined his thought. His business was that. His. Marcel had nothing to do with it, and it would stay like that.
He saw marcel smirking, looking at him through the eyes Klaus ones thought were peaceful and serene. HA! If he had saw him now, he would have never saved him from his master. Cruel but true.
He said his goodbyes and without a second glance, turned, in search of the stupid witches trying again to "end him". Klaus laughed at the phrase. When would they learn that he was immortal?