Sorry! I've been so busy. I'm sorry!
Okay, so in this chapter, Lucille goes to New Orleans. She talks to Klaus and Marcel, of course. Actually talks to them. With the other vampires in the alley thingy.. Yeah!
Chapter Eight.
Lucille P.O.V
"Where are you?" I heard Bonnie ask me. I looked around. "My hometown, New Orleans," I told her, smiling and looking at the people walking. "Why are you there?" She asks, scared. I shook my head, "Don't worry," I said, before hanging up the phone. I sighed and looked down the familiar street. I smirked and walked down it. As I did, I heard the same sound I did when I lived here. Car alarms. I rolled my eyes when I saw vampires jumping off rooftops, making them go off. Really? I saw other vampires walking up the street with other vampires behind them. I used my hearing to listen to them. "Oh, how's your family?" I heard. I looked up at them, staring. I sighed and continued listening. "Those who live hate me more than ever," the other vampire said. Ah, the Original. "Ah, forget 'em. If your blood relations let you down, you make your own, eh? You taught me that. And what's mine is yours, as always. Even my nightwalkers, the riff-raff," the very familiar, Marcel, said.
I saw him grab a branch off a tree they pass. "They're hardly subtle, are they?" I heard the Original said. Who I thought was 'Klaus' as Damon and Stefan told me. "It's the Quarter. Ain't no such thing as subtle, baby," Marcel said. I rolled my eyes. Which I do that a lot, habit of mine. I heard him whistle his fingers and the crowd cheers. I did my vampire speed to go to the other side of the street, making sure they didn't see me. I looked straight, seeing Jane-Ann. She looked my way, and I put my finger to my mouth. She nodded and looked back to Marcel and 'Klaus'. "Jane-Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane-Anne! Come on, let's hear it! Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?" He turns abruptly and walks over to 'Klaus'. "Was that convincing? I studied law back in the '50s. Hold that thought," he said, returning to Jane-Anne. "Seriously J, tick-tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?" He asked her. Ugh, seriously, Marcel? "I didn't do anything," Jane-Anne said. I closed my eyes silently groaning. Bad move, J-A. The crowd around them laughs quietly. "Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man," Marcel said. I smirked again, hearing his every word. I saw the crown around them observe in utter silence. Jane-Anne scoffs, a disgusted look on her face. "Rot in hell, monster," she said. I rolled my eyes. Be quiet! Shocked murmuring rumbles through the crowd. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance," Marcel said. I raised my eyebrow. I saw that he starts to walk away.
Suddenly, he swings the branch he's been holding so fast that it slices open Jane-Anne neck. She immediately begins to gag. "Or not." She falls to the ground and the crowd cheers. I gritted my teeth and stood up. Wrong move, Marcel. The sound of my heels clicked as I walked towards them. The vampires in the back, turned to me, being all brave but stopped and stared at me. I looked at each of them and saw that every vampire there was looking at me. "You shouldn't have done that, Marcel," I shook my head, glancing at Jane-Anne's body. "She was my friend," I said, looking back at him. "You witches aren't suppose to do magic here," he told me. I titled my head at him and made an 'Eh,' sound. "You sure about that? Did you make the rules, Marcel?" I asked, walking towards him and 'Klaus'. "Maybe, maybe not," he said. I sighed and crossed my arms. "Although, I can't help to think that you didn't do what he wanted you to do," I said, looking at 'Klaus'. "Right, Klaus?" I asked. He stared at me and I looked back at Marcel. "I'm sorry. I got caught up in the show. You witches think that you still have power in this town. I have to show you that you don't. I never waste an opportunity for a show of force, another lesson that I learned from him. And besides, anything that you would've gotten outta her, I can find out for you, and I will," he said, looking at Jane-Anne and then at Klaus. I looked back at him and stared, then looked back at Marcel. "What are you doing here, Lucille?" He asked me. I shrugged, "Missed this place," I said, looking around. " Oh, please, you hated this town. Why are you really here?" He asked. I sighed, "Actually, I love it. Just like I love being a hybrid," I said, walking in front of him. "Just remember, I am the second oldest vampire. A strong and powerful witch. You or your little friends," I said, looking at all the vampires around us, "can't kill me," I finished. I glared at him before turning around and walking forward.
"Hey, Soph. I'm sorry about your sister," I told Sophie at the bar. She turned around and breathed out in relief, seeing me. "Thanks, Luci. What are you doing here?" She asked. I shrugged. "I missed it here," I shrugged, smiling. She stared at me and I rolled my eyes. "I did!" I exclaimed, holding my hands up as if I were in surrender. "Okay," she shrugged, walking away. I followed her and looked at vegetables she was chopping. She continued, but with a sad look. I sighed and looked down. She stopped and I heard her say, "You're Klaus." I looked up and saw him. "I am. And you're upset. Sophie, isn't it? I assume this is because of what I just witnessed with your sister on the corner of Royal and St. Ann?" He asked, glancing at me. I watched him as he talked to her. "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked him. I looked at her and back at him. "It was a little melodramatic for my tastes. What did your sister want with me? Why did Marcel kill her?" He asked. Before she answered, I noticed two of the vampires that we're with Marcel arriving and sitting down. I saw that Sophie noticed them too. I stood up as she said, "I see you brought friends." I passed them and walked towards them, sitting down beside them.
"Marcel sent you to watch Klaus? Wow, pretty low," I said, shrugging. They glared at me and one of them asked, "Who are you?" I looked at them. "Me? Oh, I'm the second oldest vampire and a powerful witch," I told them. They went to saw something but Klaus put his grip into their shoulders. "Are you two gentlemen following me?" He asked. I looked straight at the wall. "Marcel said we're your guides," one of them said. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, he did, did he? He did. Well then, let me be exceedingly clear about something: if either of you follow me again, you'll do so without the benefit of a spine." I smirked and glanced at them. Cami came to us. "Sorry for the wait. If you're here for the gumbo, I'm about to break your heart. We just ran out. Oh, welcome back, Lucille!" I smiled, "Thanks, Cam." I saw Klaus releasing the two men and places a 100 dollar bill on the car." I raised my eyebrow and looked back at the wall. "Your oldest Scotch for my two friends here, love," he said. She takes the bill, smiles, and walks away. Klaus resumes his hold on the men. "If Marcel wants to know what I'm up to, he can ask me himself," he said, letting them go roughly and leaves as I noticed Sophie watching from the other side of the restaurant. She walks out the back alley exit. I sighed and looked back, noticing the guys were gone. I looked back at the back alley exit and stared at it. I bit my lip and walked out.
"You're the one bit him," Marcel stated. I bit one of his vampires as revenge. "Yes, I am. Had good blood by the way," I smiled. "Is there a way to cure him?" He asked. I nodded, "My blood," I told him. He stared at me. I rolled my eyes, "You want me to cure him," I nodded. He looked at me. "Why should I? You're always saying that you hate me," I said, turning around. "Because I know you. You don't hurt many people, only if you have to." He had me there. I don't like hurting people. I pretend too but I don't. Some of them are human beings. They have mothers and fathers, some fathers themselves. I turned back to him and sighed, finally giving it. "Fine, I will," I said.
We went to a house where all the vampires were. They all looked at me and Marcel gave me a glass. I bit my hand and held my hand over the glass. He gave me a towel. I nodded at him and held it over the blood. I gave the glass to the guy. "Here, drink it. It'll help," I said to him. He drank it with everyone watching him. I smiled weakly at him and turned to Marcel. "I'm sorry," I nodded. I walked out and looked at the ground. I think I better go home now.
I thought that was a good place to end it. It's 1:47 in the morning and I am so tired. I've been working since 10 on this. Don't know when I'm updating next. Sorry, if it's bad.