Marcel Gerard was standing at the foot of the stairs looking at his clipboard. He had a few things to look over from both the witches and humans, a few requests from Werewolves from Deep Water who want permission to come for the Crescent City Festival in a few weeks. It was a typical day in the Quarter, mostly the same routine as every day. Marcel had been staying in a large pearl white mansion a few blocks away from the Quarter as the Compound was still being built. It would be bittersweet to stay there once more but that was a place he always called home. He actually debated on rebuilding it as he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do.

He marched up the wooden stairs decorated by a dark carpet and peeked into his bedroom. He could see that Rebekah was still lying in bed and a faint smirk appeared on his face. A little while after the fire and Violet's sudden disappearance, she stuck around and they rekindled their relationship. Sure it was awkward at first that he publicly hated the Mikaelson's but she knew that if Klaus never came into the city, it would be fine. Marcel had a way with words and they had their connection still burning bright. As he cracked the door closed, he listened to the voices coming through the front door. Marcel made his way back down the stairs and seen Matthew and Alessandra. He motioned them to follow him in the library area of the home and they quietly followed. He asked if they wanted anything, both said no and they continued with a conversation.

"I'm going to assume something came up if you both are here. And please tell me it isn't any more wolves wanting to jump in; these requests are getting out of hand"

He sat down behind the desk and the two vampires sat in the chairs on the opposite side.

"There's a new vampire here in the city..."

Marcel placed the clipboard on the table with a curious look. "Anyone that we need to keep watch of or do we need to send another one to Vincent?"

"No, I think this one is different though he didn't get much information from her" Alessandra said. Marcel wasn't really surprised that it was a female because it seemed like that seemed to keep happening especially recently.

"Well in our defense we tried getting information out of her but we got nowhere. She tough to get through but I thought she would know the rules, she said she was from here"

That sparked his interest so he sat forward a little more. He couldn't think of anyone who had left the city recently so no name came into his mind. "I'll assume you got her name"

Matthew shook his head, bangs falling into his eyes so he brushed them away before speaking. "No, I tried but she refused but she knew you apparently"

He blinked a few times and his eyes trailed to the ground. Gritting his teeth Alessandra spoke.

"She's probably about my height, blonde hair, green eyes has a day ring so...And she said something about sending flowers"

He quickly turned his head to her and it stopped every thought. It couldn't be, could it? It never occurred to him that an old flame would appear, not anytime soon anyway. That was one thing he knew about Violet was that she could be unpredictable. There would be times that she would claim she'd go home for a week but wouldn't show up for years, that happened in the late 30's. Their note had ended sour and on confusion that it surprised Marcel. He knew she would come around but he just didn't think this soon.

"You didn't catch her name?"

They both shook their heads and he nodded slowly. He stood up and handed Matthew the clipboard.

"Aright, you can go to the wolves and give them their requests and Alessandra; you keep your eyes open for anything. If you find this vampire, follow her and tell Sonya to go with you. Just report back if you find anything new, I'll do some digging of my own" Alessandra and Marcel stepped out as Matthew stayed in the room looking over the list. Just as Marcel was reaching for his jacket, a man was knocking on the door. He glanced at her before opening the door; it was just a delivery man.

"Are you Marcel Gerard?" He asked looking at the card in his hand. He responded and the man dug into the carboard box next to his feet. Marcel watched the man take a bouquet of purple flowers and hand them to him. Once the man left, he stared at the lavender colored violets and picked out the card reading it. "Everything that mattered is just a city of dust covering both of us" Marcel held them in his hand then looked up as Rebekah was leaning of the railing staring.

Violet had been sitting in the corner of the bar with a notebook in her lap. She had her feet up on the chair and put the book on her knee writing. It was around lunch so it was semi full and she enjoyed staying in the shadows. As she was in a deep thought, she a bartender stepped over and she nearly didn't see her.

"You want another drink?" A female bartender with ginger colored hair glanced at her book before her. Violet took a moment to look at her drink and nodded. "Yeah, thanks"

As the girl leaned in to grab the glass, Violet's eyes trailed to her wrist and she saw a little tattoo that looked like a tree branch wrapping around her wrist. She glanced at the girl, luckily they didn't catch a glance. Violet wanted to say something but didn't, she waited until she came back.

"If you need anything else, just holler for me. The crowd's starting to die down"

"So a vampire walks in a bar and a werewolf serves the drink. The bartender asks for a drink and the vampire responds by pointing to your neck. The monster attacks and now she can have any drink she chooses" Violet put the notebook down and uncrossed her legs to sit up. The girl looked like a deer in headlights and tried to cover the emotion.

"You're the wolf and I'm the vampire. You can't be that surprised considering this is New Orleans. We are the real life version True Blood"

The female held the tray to her hip before sliding into the chair across from her.

"The Malroux pack has a tree branch somewhere on their body exactly like how the Crescents have the moon scar"

The girl grabbed her wrist and rubbed it slowly. She didn't think it was that big and always did try to hide it but it was too hot to wear anything with sleeves. "And don't worry; I'm not a rat so I won't say anything. Out of all my years of being here, I have to say you are the first wolf to work in a bar. Does Marcel know?"

Her brown eyes had pried themselves off the black ink and to Violet. She smirked faintly. "Trust me, I'm from Marcel's line but I'm not a follower, not anymore. And if you didn't tell him, he already knows Celestia" Violet leaned closer to read her name tag.

Violet took the shot and drowned in before shaking her head. Celestia had gotten a quick look at the notebook which read a name that surprised her. It was unusual for a wolf to be working in the Quarter as Marcel strictly kept them out. She just wanted to prove her point that she knew what she was up to, it was an instinct. Even though Violet and Marcel had a fallout, she still felt protective of him.

The vampire set the glass down and looked towards the other end of the bar. She remembered Alessandra but didn't know who the other vampire was. Looking away, she knew that she was being spied on even if they weren't watching or sitting near her.

"Hate to cut this short but I have some business to attend to. If you see Ajay, tell him I'll be here again at some point" Violet stood up and tossed her bag over her shoulder. Sliding the notebook inside, she smiled at the wolf. "As for you, I'd be careful. You never know what kind of monsters lurk in the city"

As she made her way out the bar, she ducked down an alley that was between it and some new building. Violet hoped that the vampires wouldn't see her and would split up looking. She didn't want them to know where she was going because she knew Marcel was on her trail. Vampires wouldn't do that if they weren't following his orders. Checking her phone after five minutes she went back out into the streets to blend in with the crowd.

It was time to pay Vincent a visit and for some reason he wanted to meet in the gym. She found that odd as it belonged to Marcel and she almost felt as if she was being set up. As she stood outside the building, her hand had gripped the door but didn't pull it open. It brought back a lot of memories, everything in the city did. Violet purposely didn't look where the compound was, she wasn't ready for that. Pulling open the wooden door, she began to walk in and slowly stopped. It wasn't a gym anymore, it was a regular old church.