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Elena's POV
I stopped at a store and purchase a loose, black cotton long-sleeve top. My original top was making my bump noticeable. After that, I roamed around until I found Bourbon street. I walked the street, looking for this compound that was suppose to stand out. It didn't take me long, because there was people jumping off balconies and feeding off people. I slowly made my way to the entrance, before a man with wild hair stopped me. "Can I help you?" The man said a little too harshly for my taste.
"Maybe you can. Do you know a man named Marcel? I told he would possibly be here." I said politely.
"It depends who is asking." The man said.
"Tell him a certain brunette wants him. He will understand. Please." I brought out the eyes. I could see that he was wavering.
"Stay here and don't move." He said, before disappearing.
I could feel eyes on me and it was quite uncomfortable. I was about to walk away, but the man came back. "Follow me." He said. I nodded and followed behind him. I looked around and the building had a certain beauty about it. It was worn down, but still magnificent.
"I didn't think I would see you ever again, since Elijah went all macho man." Marcel said, standing on the second floor, leaning over the balcony. He had on a olive green knit shirt with black jeans. His arms perfectly sculpted in the shirt. He had a button undone and it was heaven.
"Well, Elijah don't control me. I see who I want to see." I said.
A slow, delicious smile spread across his face. "Ms. Gilbert, why do I sense that you are a boat load of trouble?" Marcel asked.
I smiled back. "Because I am, but I could say the same about you. So. my question is: do you want to join this troublemaker for the day?" I asked.
"You? Anytime." Marcel jumped the balcony and waltz over to me. "Where would you like to go for the day, Elena?" Marcel asked. If he kept looking at me like that, I'm going to combust!
"I heard you run this town, so you have to know some interesting places to go." I said.
"That I do. Are you up for a car ride?" He asked.
"Sure, but the place better be amazing." I said.
He reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. His hand caressed my face. "It will blow your mind." He said. He took my hand and lead me to a car.
We've been driving around a hour, outside of the New Orleans. "Where are we going?" I said.
"I won't tell you. All I will say is that is I use to come here alot, before the whole takeover. It's been here since the forties. The place has become even more beautiful than before. Five more minutes, we will be there." He said.
Not even five minutes before we pulled up in front of this place. Marcel parked the car on the side and came to open my door. "What a gentleman. You shouldn't treat girl this way, I might not leave you alone." I said.
"Good. My plan is working." He said. He leaned out his arm and looped mines around his. We walked up to this arch and woman is standing near it. "Isabelle." Marcel called out.
"Marcellus, you haven't been around in a while. We were wondering if you forgotten us." Isabelle said. She pretty, petite woman. She had strawberry blonde hair with light blue eyes. She had light freckles on her face.
"I could have never. The place is too much like heaven." Marcel said.
"Thank you. And who is the beautiful lady?" Isabelle asked.
I could feel my cheeks redden. "This beautiful lady is Elena Gilbert and she was nice enough to accompany me here." Marcel said.
"That is nice. Don't let me stop you. Go ahead and enjoy." Isabelle said.
"Thank you." Marcel said. He lead me through the arch and we walked around a few corners until the most beautiful I've seen came into view. Their was this water fountain in the middle and rows and rows of flower bushes could been seen. These tall trees had white flowers sprouting from them, but loose pedals covered the ground like snow.
The ground had intricate marble setting where water can flow to different areas. Like mini streams. I followed Marcel to bench and we sat down. "This place is amazing! It's calm and serene. Its beautiful. I wish I had my camera with me." I said.
"It was after I came home after WWII, when I stumbled upon this place. It wasn't as big as now, but it was still a beauty. It was a honor to see it bloom." He said.
"You were in WWII?" He nodded. "You look good for WWII vet." I said smartly.
"I used alot revitalizing oils that kept my skin in good condition. How else I'm suppose to pick up hot girls?" He said. We laughed at each other.
"Can you tell me about your times in that era? You don't have to talk about the war if it is a sensitive subject." I said.
"I would love to." Marcel replied. I just sat and listen him talk with so much passion and exhileration.
"As much as I like talking about myself, I want to hear somethings about you." He said.
"Well, my life isn't interesting as yours, but it is crazy. I will skip boring stuff and get to the age of 17. My parents died the summer before my junior year. Then, I met a guy name Stefan Salvatore. We fell in love, until his crazy, psychotic ex, Katherine Pierce came in the picture. Oh, they are vampires. Anyways, I'm Katherine's doppelganger. I find out I'm adopted. Elijah comes into town. Klaus comes into town. I die, but then revived. Stefan sacrifices himself for his brother, Damon. He goes with Klaus. They come back. Stefan is a douche. I developed feelings for Damon. Then, I die and become a vampire. My brother dies. And now I'm here. The end." I said.
Marcel studies me for a moment. "You have had a crazy life so far. And I'm sorry about your family." I said.
"Yep and thank you." I said.
"Weird question: why didn't you end up with one of the Salvatores?" He asked.
"Damon is a complicated person. I loved him, but we were toxic together. As for Stefan, I will always love him. He still has a piece of my heart, but he felled in love with the human. I was damaged girl he connected with. We are not same people anymore. I have accept that. I'm moving on." I said.
Marcel looked at me and smiled. "Stop looking at me like that!" I said.
Somehow, he smiled brighter. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"That wooing smile. You are trying to woo me, so stop it." I said, smiling.
"Why?" He asked.
"My life is about to get real complicated. I can't make commitments." I said.
"Okay." Marcel got up and held his hand out. I was confused with the sudden change, , but I took his hand. He lead us back to the car.
Elijah's POV
I paced the living room, trying to figure where she went. I searched all over the French Quarter and nothing. Her scent gets mixed in with all the others, so that was a dead end. "Bonnie, the spell has to work." I said frustrated.
"Elijah, I tried the spell ten times all ready. We know it isn't my magic, because you had another witch to try and it didn't work. I even tried to locate the baby through your blood and nothing." Bonnie said.
"I even called her phone again and still nothing." Caroline said.
"I think I might know where she is." Klaus said, coming from outside.
I stopped my pacing and looked at him. "Where?" I said.
"I swung by Marcel place and it seems he nowhere to be found. I questioned my spies and they toldme that he left with a young brunette." Klaus said.
My face harden as I thought what I'm going to do Marcellus when I see him. "I'm going to rip his limbs off when I see him the next time. I warned him to stay away from her." I said.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Elena makes her own decisions. You pushed her right into Marcel's arms when ordered her to stay away from him. She just liberated herself from one controlling relationship. She isn't going back to that, Elijah. If you keep acting like this, you might as well bring her bags back down stairs." Caroline said.
I wanted to argue, but I knew she was right. One of the many things I love about her is her stubborness. Now, I've became a oppressor. "You are right, Ms. Forbes. I will try to consider her feelings into this." I wanted to stab myself with a white oak stake. Elijah Mikaelson considering feelings. I'm a laughing stock.
"Bon-Bon, how about we shag to get your magic going?" Kol said, waggling his eyebrows. We all rolled our eyes together.
"You are a disgusting creature, you know that?" Bonnie said.
"Bon-Bon, I think your magic is working." Kol smirked.
A frown played on Bonnie's face, before she jumped and left the room. "PERVERT!" She yelled.
Kol jumped up and went to the entrance she left and yelled back, "I LIKE IT WHEN YOU TALK DIRTY, BON-BON!" He said. He ran off after her.
"Is it possible for a vampire to get a migraine?" Klaus asked.
"Well, you two did knock up women, so at this point anything is possible." Caroline said.
"Aren't you the bright one?" Klaus said sarcastically.
"No need to be snippy Mr. Man. Are you always moody?" Caroline asked.
"Are you always chatty?" Klaus said back.
At this point, I flopped back onto the couch and leaned my head against the top. "Can you just give in and be quiet? You both like each other, but I have a need to bicker all the damn time." I said.
"Look who is calling the kettle black. How about you march up those steps and pronounce your feelings for Hailey, then maybe I will follow by example." Klaus retorted.
"Hailey and I is perfectly fine where we are in our relationship. you two are just annoying." I said.
"I feel a lot of hostility and shouldn't be directed at us, Elijah. Be angry with Elena and her new boy toy." Caroline said.
"Marcel is not her boy toy!" I growled.
"They were quite chummy at Rousseau last night. The whole flirty scene made me feel shy." Klaus smirked.
I stood up. "I will not fall for your childish games. I'm going for a walk." I said, walking out the house.