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She had ended up in New Orleans spending some quality time with Marcel and his 'family'. While Klaus had been Marcel's mentor their bond was long severed, as most of Klaus' bonds were. Bourbon Street was fun, like Marcel had put it "the blood never stops flowering and the party never ends" Isabella had accepted that no questions asked. She had been a little curious about the witches but left it alone when he told her it was his business, Marcel's rules weren't hard to follow so she followed them. He in turn had let her into his inner circle, she could do anything she wanted, when she wanted as long as she followed his few rules. He even let her sing in his bar when she wanted, and unlike others he never tried to get her to turn her humanity back on. Sure he was an ass but this was his domain and he kept her hidden from Klaus so she couldn't complain.
Isabella liked it in the French Quarter, she had friends and a family, well as much as she could with her switch flipped. Marcel had made her his right hand person, she liked the power that came with the title the self-proclaimed king had given her. Marcel was if anything smart and knew better than to hit on her, he knew Elijah would find out if he did and Marcel could still recall how possessive the man had been at the mere mention of Isabella. Isabella had been in the French Quarter for about 6 months and she was well known to both the humans and the vampires as someone not to be messed with.
Isabella got out of the shower and changed into a bustier and black maxi skirt with a pair of black ankle boots, she decided to put her hair up. Marcel told her to go deal with the witches today, they were starting to get a little rebellious and needed to be 'talked' to. After Isabella was ready she headed to the cemetery where she knew the witches met up. She smirked when she saw the startled looks on the witches' faces when she entered their mausoleum. She tsked as she approached them "Did someone forget Marcel's rules?" she asked teasingly as she ran a finger over the head witch's collar bone. "Hmmm witch? Jane-Anne isn't it? Listen closely lovely, you are replaceable and Marcel won't hesitate to do so if you can't follow the rules. And if you think you can run and start a rebellion among the witches think again Jane-Anne Deveraux, I know everything about you and your sister Sophie as well as every witch in New Orleans. You don't want to mess with Marcel, he's the king" Isabella whispered in Jane-Anne's ear as her grip tightened on the witch's throat.
Isabella threw the witch away from her scowling at her "Follow the damn rules before Marcel has me kill you, my flip is switched so it will be drawn out and it will be painful" Isabella told her before she left. Isabella sighed she could feel someone following her, sometimes Marcel still had someone follow her so she ignored them and headed to Marcel's bar. It was already 1pm so most of the lunch crowd was at the bar. Marcel was singing so Isabella leaned against a beam next to the stage crossing her arms. When he finished he walked over to Isabella putting an arm around her shoulders "So?" he asked, "The witches are taken care of" Isabella said. He grinned "Good, are you coming tonight, everyone wants you to sing" he said, she rolled her eyes "Wouldn't want to disappoint, yeah I'll be there" she told him.
She left shortly after and just wondered around until she found a human that reminded her of Elijah, she pulled the man into an alley and proceeded to drink him dry. After taking care of the body she decided to go back to her apartment and change since she was covered in blood from playing with her meal. When she done it was 8pm, she changed into a zip-up bustier and a lacey black skirt with black heels. When she was done she headed to the party she was semi surprised when she still felt the presence following her, it had been all day she figured they would have reported back to Marcel by now. She was greeted by Marcel as soon as she entered "Marcel you disappoint me, six months and I thought we had built a trusting relationship" she teased as they walked towards the bar; he raised an eyebrow at her "What are you talking about Isabella? Of course we do" he said giving her a curious look. She snorted "Your lackeys are getting sloppy Marcel, if you're going to have me followed at least make it someone who is less obvious" she said taking a shot. Marcel looked at her shaking his head "I didn't have you followed I haven't in a while, how would it look if I had my second in command followed?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow "Then someone's going to die next time they follow me" she told him, he nodded "Ok you know the rules are to protect my family, that includes you now" he told her. She smirked "Watch it your humanity's showing" she teased. He rolled his eyes "Just get your gorgeous ass up there and sing" he said pointing to the stage, she raised an eyebrow and smiled cruelly "Watch it Marcel, I'm mated, sadly. Wouldn't want your heart ripped out" she tasked before moving to the stage. She smirked as she started to sing "I'm hell on heels, say what you will, I done made the devil a deal..." she sang.
The vampires here liked country music and she found that it was fun to sing. When she finished she sang a few more songs before she went to dance, she ended up dancing with one of Marcel's inner circle. She couldn't remember his name not that she cared, he was the opposite of Elijah, he was blonde with blue eyes and a strong southern accent. When his hands moved to her ass she didn't bother stopping him it wasn't like he could do anything else. The mating bound would literally repeal any sexual skin to skin contact. There was a growl and in the next second the guy's heart was in the hand of a highly pissed off original who was glaring at Isabella.
Isabella raised an eyebrow "Someone's out of their coffin, so who pulled the dagger out Elijah?" she asked sarcastically.