Chapter 25: Bellicose

"Hey, you hear anything from Gia at all?"

Violet had just walked inside of the church as she jogged up to a light pace. She apologized for being late with helping to get it in shape to convert it into a gym. It was going to be a lot more space for them to train the new vampires that were going to be coming in. They had already pulled the benches and everything else that reminded them of the church.

"No, last I heard she was out of New Orleans for something, why?"

"I haven't heard a word from her. I sent her a text just making sure she was alright but she hasn't answered me since yesterday afternoon"

New Orleans, 1955. "You're seriously not going to do this, right?" Thierry questioned as Marcel was walking out of the compound.

"I don't have a choice anymore. Violet is causing me trouble that I don't need to be dealing with right now. All I need you to do is help me find her, vervain her if needed and lock her up in the Garden"

"Alright so we've got everything cleared out right? We just need the mats, cage and whatever else you wanted"

It was nice to be doing something different than looking at witch information. They could slightly relax and focus on the fighting gym. She had zipped her blue ADIAS jacket a little more, she looked like she was about to run a marathon more so than anything else.

"Right…You find out anything on Mikael? Has Klaus ever called back?"

Shaking her head no, she kicked a box out of the way as she moved over to help him with the rest of them. Right as they picked up the next stack, they heard the church doors whip open.

"Hello again, I was informed by one of your vampires that you both were here. Thank you for the snack by the way"

Both vampires turned around at the same time and saw who was standing there, Mikael.

"I found her Marcel, she came willing and she's already chained to the wall down there. She wants to see you though; I don't think she knows why she's there"

Marcel nodded and quietly went down to the Garden. There stood Violet chained to the wall exactly like the other vampires that got to that point. He signaled for another vampire who came over with his mallet in his hand ready to build the bricks up high.

"You do know how you got to this point right?"

They both stood there speechless not really knowing what to say. They had assumed something a few nights ago but they didn't expect him to be there so soon. Before anyone spoke, Mikael was in front of them in the blink of an eye. He gripped her around the neck and drug her away back towards the door.

"I'm in the mood for some entertainment, does everyone here agree?"

Violet struggled against him but knew it was pointless since he was an Original. Marcel didn't move an inch not wanting to set him off in any way shape or form. He spun her around, looked her in the eyes and began compulsion before he could interrupt. Violet turned her head towards Marcel, bared her fangs and reached for him.

"What the hell did you just do?" He jumped back keeping himself on guard.

"Oh, I just compelled her to kill you. I honestly don't know what would be giving her the emotion of it all though. It seems like she is determined to do so"

Mikael shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Violet grabbed his arm as Marcel quickly countered zipping to the other side of the church. She hissed again but Mikael stopped her in her tracks. He then turned to Marcel and compelled him to do the same as well.

"Considering I've done everything you wanted and I've massacred witches, I don't belong here. This is for the vampires who've done wrong and what have I done?"

"Violet, you know one of the rules around here are we don't kill our kind, especially my vampires, your friends. You turned a group of humans into vampires and made sure they were going to be rippers. You've been killing the people in town and eventually killed Nathan. You have to get yourself in control and turn your emotions back on. When you do that, you'll be let out. But for now, you're staying here for about fifteen years; you can be let out in 1971"

He waited for her to say something but she just quietly stared at the dirty ground. Shaking his head, Marcel ordered the vampire to start building up the bricks. While turning away, Violet spoke

"Well what can I say; us rippers tend to stick together. When I get out of here, I promise you hell. I rip your heart from your body then I can become queen of the city"

Marcel broke a chair leg and threw it as it hit Violet in the right side of her chest. She dropped to her knees and ripped it out. It almost was like a game of chess and Mikael enjoyed watching every second of it. Not like it was his call to do this, he didn't even have to stay around and watch. But both Violet and Marcel know each other's strengths and weaknesses. Back and forth until one of them had the advantage and would drive a stake through one's heart.

"You're throwing still has perfect aim, let me return the favor"

Ripping it out, the stake was thrown at such force that there was no way he could dodge it. Catching him in the leg, Marcel fell before ripping it out.

"And you still have that mentality of never giving up and never backing down, I'm always up for a good fight"

Baring his fangs, he zipped over to her and tackled her before she had a chance to completely get up. Bloody and beaten, both were starting to run out of energy from all this battle. How long had it even been? And yet there was another similarity between them both. If they had to go to battle, they would fight with everything they had and not back down until they were dead. Violet quickly countered and threw Marcel onto the ground with her on top of him. Trying to grab the stake from his hand, it was a few inches away from his heart. Mikael walked towards them a little to wait for the good part to happen. He could hear the growling coming from both of them and once again, there was a counter. Marcel flipped her over and held the stake high above his head. Violet's eyes went wide as she saw the stake come down…

Luckily, The Mikaelson brothers decided to show up at the right place and the right time. Klaus zipped right past Mikael and shoved Marcel off of her. Elijah zoomed in as well to get Mikael out of the way. Violet jumped up, ignored everything and still went straight for Marcel's throat.

New Orleans, 1971. "So you're finally free, glad that you're out?"

Thierry pulled the last brick away from the wall and reached for the chains to unlock. Violet lifted up her left wrist and just shrugged her shoulders. She had been desiccated for the last fifteen years and it was her first taste of blood since then. Glancing at the blood bags on the floor that he fed to her, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her body.

"Where is Marcel at?"

"He had some business to take care of…Are you still ready to rip his head off for locking you in here?"

She shrugged again not really wanting to answer any questions. She had always been loyal and someone to count on. Yeah, she may have lost her way here and there but she still believed that she didn't need to be locked up. Even though she killed a vampire…He shouldn't have gotten in her way. Violet was beyond angry at Marcel and gaining trust back was going to be a journey. She never wanted to be back there again but little did she know she almost would again.

Klaus grabbed Violet around the waist and yanked her back. He continued backing up away from Marcel who looked around for the stake.

"A little help would be nice brother. Take it easy love, look at me"

"Well considering that I'm watching our Father to make sure he doesn't have a white oak stake, you can handle both of them Niklaus"

Elijah watched Mikael carefully but he wouldn't make a move. He was looking at the scene in front of him then flickered his eyes between Klaus and Elijah. Glancing behind his shoulder, Elijah saw Marcel go straight at his brother and Violet. When he looked forward, Mikael was gone. He then sped over to Marcel, gripped him tightly by the shoulders and compelled him. Marcel listened and nodded after what he told him. Klaus did the same and for once, they were both on the same page. Both vampires stopped, looked at each other with a confused expression then turned to the Originals. Elijah took out his handkerchief and handed it over to Violet who needed to wipe the blood from her face.

"Can someone tell me what the hell happened?" Marcel asked as he noticed the wounds on both of them. This was going to be a confusing story to everyone.