A/N: Here's chapter two guys! I was gonna wait a couple more days but I decided to be nice and not leave you in suspense any longer! So here it is! Hope you like it, please review and tell me what you think!
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Yetta's POVI release the stake and relax my stance and turn to face the intruder with a smile. "You know you're one of about two people that I would allow to do what you just did without having to kill you afterwards right?" I ask.
"I am aware of that fact yes." the intruder replies. "It's good to see you Yetta, it's been too long."
"About twenty years if I recall correctly." I say.
"Twenty-five, years, four months, two weeks and five days actually" comes the response followed by an all too familiar smirk.
I roll my eyes in mock annoyance "Klaus Mikaelson, I can always count on you to be painfully specific." I say poking my tongue out at him before pulling him into a hug "I missed you" I add quietly so that only he can hear.
"I missed you too love." he says returning my hug.
"Ok can someone explain to me what the hell is going on here?" the club owners voice asks.
Klaus and I step back from each other and turn as one to look at him. "This is my friend Henrietta O'Shaunnassy. Yetta meet Marcellus Gerard." Klaus says making introductions.
"Nice to meet you." I say extending my hand toward him with a smile.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too." he replies forcing a smile onto his face and taking my offered hand.
"Yeah it sure seems like you're happy to meet me." I mutter under my breath before removing my hand from his and turning back to Klaus. "So how have you been? It's been way to long since I last saw you." I say.
"Did you ever hear the one about never turning your back on your enemy?" Marcel asks a second before he lunges at me pulling the make-shift stake from my hand and pushing me against the wall.
"I did actually. I however have a rule that trumps that one. You see vampires get stronger as they get older, so I don't need to worry about turning my back on my enemies because if they stage an attack on me like you have I can just do this." I say grabbing him by the throat and lifting him into the air as if he were weightless. "From here it will be real easy for me to rip your head off and throw it across the room." I add with a smile that doesn't reach my eyes.
"Good luck with that." he says kicking out with his legs and catching me in the stomach causing me to drop him on the ground. "See you're not so tough are you?"
"You really wanna play the tough guy with me little boy?" I ask.
"You're all talk. I know I can take you." he replies.
His cocky arrogance is really starting to piss me off so I decide to teach him a lesson. "Say that again." I say an edge creeping into my voice.
"Marcel don't…." Klaus begins but he is too late.
"You're all talk." he says slowly drawing out each word in what I assume is an attempt to sound menacing.
"I'm all talk huh? Well how's this for talk?" I ask reaching out, pulling the ring off his finger, shoving him into a patch of sunlight and holding him there. "I'm older than you. That means I'm stronger, I can quite easily kill you and give myself a perfect French manicure at the same time." I say watching his skin singe and burn where the sunlight hits it. I hold him there for a few minutes while he screams in agony before pulling him back and shoving the ring back on his finger. "Next time I won't be so nice." I say letting go of his arm with a snarl.
"Where you just gonna stand there and let her kill me?" Marcel demands turning to Klaus with an angry glint in his eyes.
"I did try and tell you not to provoke her." Klaus replies with a shrug.
"Is that a yes?" he asks.
"No I would have stepped in before it got to that point, but I knew she wasn't going to kill you." Klaus says.
"How do you know that? She was holding me in the sunlight without my ring." Marcel says.
"I know she wasn't going to kill you because I know her. " Klaus replies calmly.
"We've known each other for longer than you've been alive. Nine hundred and fifty years give or take." I say. "you get to know someone pretty well in that kind of time frame, and you learn to read their body language and the subtle inflections in their tone to tell what kind of mood they're in and how that might affect their actions."
"You're nine hundred and fifty years old? But wouldn't that make you one of the oldest non-Original vampires in the world?" Marcel asks having recovered from his run in with the sun.
"The oldest actually. She's the first one we successfully turned." Klaus says.
"Which means that I am older and stronger than you and everyone you know, except for Klaus and his family, but I've known them for so long that I count them as family so you mess with one of us you get us all. But you'd know that from your own experiences with the Mikaelson siblings that they come as a package deal, you mess with one you get them all." I say.
"Uhh sure." he gulps shooting nervous glances at Klaus.
His continued inability to take me seriously is grating on my last nerve and I plunge my hand into his chest taking hold of his heart."Don't look at him. I'm the one you should be worried about right now, I'm the vampire who literally holds your life in the palm of my hand. All it takes is for me to rip out your heart and your existence will end shortly thereafter so if I was you I'd quit making eyes at the Hybrid and focus your attentions on the angry vampire contemplating your continued existence." I say removing my hand from his chest which instantly starts to heal and grabbing him round the throat, lifting him so he is suspended a few inches from the ground with his arms hanging limply at his sides. "I will not hesitate to make your existence a living hell if you or any of you little sidekicks inflict any harm whatsoever on me or any of the Mikaelsons, that includes sending people to tail us, or plotting to harm us, this includes any physical violence you may wish to send our way whether that be attempting to drive a stake into our hearts or simply breaking a nail."
"You have a flair for the dramatic that almost rivals my own." Klaus comments coming to stand beside me and smile indulgently at Marcellus. "I'd do what she says if I were you. Yetta has a temper that is matched only by Rebekah's." he says.
"Ok ok! I'm sorry for trying to feed on you. It won't happen again. Now can you please let me go!" Marcel begs.
