Note: Sorry for the long wait. I was busy. But I finally posted.
(Klaus POV)
I was sitting down with Rachael, having a nice long talk over tea and biscuits when I heard a strange noise come from Marcel's room. I looked at her for once during our conversation. She smiled at me, grateful.
"Rae, have you heard anything lately about what Marcel's been doing?"
"… You won't like it." I heard him moving things… packing?!
"TELL ME. If you wish to live anyway." She gasped before quickly going into an explanation.
"Marcellus has been planning to go to war for weeks now and he's finally gotten his enlistment papers. Meaning their calling him to war, he's getting exactly what he wants. He is packing for war." I banged my tea cup so hard on the wood it shattered.
"He's WHAT?!" I stood up, knocking my chair over in my haste, and marched right up to Marcel's room. "YOU ARE NOT GOING! You WILL NOT go to war Marcellus Mikaelson!"
"Watch me." I growled at him.
"YOU ARE NOT LEAVING THIS BLOODY HOUSE MARCEL!"
"My enlistment papers say otherwise." He said, walking RIGHT up to me and handing them over. I snatched them from him immediately and sure enough it said he was to join the war. I thought about tearing it up, however he knew better than to go against me if I said 'no' firm enough… or he BETTER. "369th Regimen. They call them the 'Harlem Hell Fighters'. Boat leaves tomorrow." I looked up and saw the brat was wearing an army uniform with his hands behind his back. He was nervous. He was ACTUALLY challenging me on this decision.
"Is this lunacy because I forbid you to be with your Aunt Rebekah?" he snatched the papers back. He was defensive. I was correct. I growled at him. "Don't disrespect me Marcellus. So now you're going off to fight the Germans?" … "FINE. Go, but remember Marcel. THIS is your home. I am your family and if you haven't learned that in the century since I took you in THEN LEARN IT NOW!" He looked down, ashamed but still determined to move on with this decision. "Family are not just people who coddle you, who grant you your every whim. They are people who fight for you! WHO YOU FIGHT FOR! And if this family endeavours to stop you from making a tragic error of the heart, then by all means, express your discontent! But what you DO NOT DO is abandon us." I stared at him and he looked away from me, right, left and then he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder and began to walk out. "Fine. Go. YOU'LL BE BACK! The prodigal son always returns home."
I watched, listened to him leave before remembering his last encounter with a gun, and my fury that came along with it.
Flashback
"I demand to know why their freedom has not been granted! All necessary authorities have ruled in their favour!" Marcel had been foolish enough to take on his so called 'father' without me. He had ended up being shot.
"You think I don't remember you, boy? Have they turned you into one of them, yet?" Marcel hadn't known whether to tell the truth or lie, I had after all demanded him not to let out that he was a vampire to those who hadn't known, we would wait until they'd all died off before letting people know he'd been turned. The easiest way for him. "I thought not." The governor had set up to kill Marcellus, Marcel just hadn't known.
The governor had motioned to one of his men and they whipped the young lady who had just been minding their business. Marcel had turned around, saw the white man ready for another strike and went running up to him, shoving him and beating him. Or… punching him in the face at least twice. Then Marcel turned around and was shot by his 'father'. Luckily I'd been tracking down Marcel because he was outside on his own when I had strictly forbidden it.
I'd heard the sound, came rushing, pulled the bullet out before starting my rampage on the white men and women on that man's house. I freed the black women and men by force and decreed that from then on any person who is to be found slaving the black race were to be turned in and secretly I would slaughter them and their family. For Marcel.
Flashback Ends
I growled and smashed down the chandelier that was hanging above my head. WHAT HAD I DONE WRONG?! Why doesn't he love me?! Why doesn't he love me enough to stay?! I thought… I thought…
I stayed there, staring at the broken glass for a long time, not even noticing the people who came in and out of the room, speaking my name to get my attention. My Marcellus had just upped and left me… I had been the best father out of all the parents in this bloody city and he still left…
I used to be all that he wanted, all he needed to be happy. We used to make each other happy… we had become a team… we used to be… we. Now all he wants to do is leave. Leave and go fight a stupid war against Germans and humans and be deprived of food…
First I lost Elijah… then I lost Rebekah… now, I've lost Marcellus as well. Even Kol was daggered now. I had no one. I went down to find a bottle of whiskey or whatever there was to find. Marcel was out of the house, gone to shore by now. Leaving me in an empty house by myself and my servants.