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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Angle

Marcel's P.O.V-

I sat in the old arm chair 300 hundred years old and the cloth was slowly losing its colour, the once bright fabric had faded, the dark sky of New Orleans cast an eerie glow upon the city that I ruled. Sighing I could feel my sister's presence as she crept closer sitting on my lap. "Not long now brother and we will be a family again." She reassured, knowing that the strains of power was getting me, I had never been left in charge for so long and I missed our mum.

There were nights when

the wind was so cold

that my body froze in bed

if I just listen to it

right outside the window

My first memory of her was a cold December day as she walked about the market place with no care of the harsh wind that whipped around her. She was dressed in all white and she seemed to glide with a young child clutching at her hand. My small frame shivered as the icy chill nipped at my ankles. Her smile seemed to melt the snow around her. "Hello" the voice startled me, and I quickly fell into the heap of snow I had been shovelling so intently I had been watching the angle that I hadn't seen the young girl sneak up on me. "Miss," I greeted "what can I help you with?" she gave me a questioning look before showing me a beautiful piece of fabric that looked very warm. "Mama says you can keep it, to keep you warm through the night." The girl said as she placed it around my shoulders and left, leaving me alone and stunned.

There were days the sun was so cruel

that all the tears turned to dust

and I just knew my eyes were drying up

forever

My master's son was dead, and I was forced to the funeral, a white man upon a horse ready to whip me at the slightest convenience. I hated it here, I hated this life. The whip connected with my back and I landed on my knees pain shot through me as I grasped the apple and threw it, it connected with a splat against his face and anger grew in his eyes as I waited from the whip to hit me again. "How dare you!" the angle spoke though this time she was in black in honour of the occasion. "He is but a slave my lady." He answered proudly as if the colour of my skin gave him the right to hurt me. In a blink on an eye his heart was ripped from his chest and he fell dead upon the ground.

A man came up behind her and I wanted to scream for her to watch out, but my voice caught in my throat, but he smiled and pulled the women close as both their gazes rested upon me. "What is your name child?" the angle questioned her voice so sweet and soft I thought I must have imagined it. "I do not have one miss." I told her, and she smiled sadly as she left go of the man and pulled me into her soft embrace. "No matter we will just have to give you one," the man smiled "how about Marcellus." I nodded happily never had anyone wanted to give me a name not even my mother who wouldn't give me one even on her death bed.

I finished crying in the instant that you left

And I can't remember where or when or how

And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

I became a member of the family nobody cared that I was black and, in that house, on their land I was treated as a person – I was adopted by Mayrah and Elijah and I had siblings in Davina and Alaric.

In years to come I often wondered why they let me in, but mum made it perfectly clear that there was always a place for me here because I was her son blood or not.

Me and Kathrine hated each other, always at each other's throats it came to no surprise when I asked dad for her hand in marriage.

The best day of my life was marrying Kathrine and when she took my name, we went on our honeymoon travelling the world and when I came back, I became a vampire in order to spend eternity with her and the ones I love.

The worst day of my life was the day my mum died, as she screamed in agony, as the skin from her body was flayed as I watched feeling her pain before she was no more… I remember the tears streaming down my face and Kathrine's had on my back in support though she to was crying.

The only ray of light we had was that mother would come back to us one day…

There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light

There were things I'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than any laws allow

Baby, baby

The years began to blur into one, as we moved on and settled within New Orleans – it was fun at first my family ruled over the settlement – though they all took turns and discussed any problems together everyone knew that Finn as the oldest was the head, while Elijah with his patience was the judge and Klause was the protector – with my dad and uncles in charge the people here felt safe and respected. My mother was worshiped for her kindness.

But all good things must end – it started with a man who was full of hate and vengeance by the name of Mikael, he hunted us for sport – and I can still hear my mother's agonising screams mixed with Kathrine's as they watched me burn upon the stage of the opera house.

Once the fire stopped and the ash had settled, I was re-born, there was a burning in my throat as I stumbled through the streets trying to get home without killing any of the passer-by's.

I huddled in the alleyway fighting the urge to rip out someone's throat when she came her hair like the fires of hell and her eyes as cold as ice the contrast of the sweet mother I new so well.

"Mama" I whispered brokenly as her eyes fixed on me I one second it look like she was contemplating eating me and the next her arms were around my next as she sobbed on my shoulder.

As she walked back towards our home the stench of blood clung in the air and bodies littered the floor – my mum looked horrified at what she had done but the damage was done, and these people were never coming back…

If I kiss you like this

And if you whisper like that

It was lost long ago but it's all coming back to me

If you want me like this

And if you need me like that

It was dead long ago but it's all coming back to me

It's so hard to resist and it's all coming back to me

I can barely recall

But it's all coming back to me now

But it's all coming back

"Do you Stefan Salvatore take Rebekah Mikaelson to be your lawfully wedded wife…" I did not hear the rest as my aunt married the ex-ripper, at first, I had not been overly pleased that someone as sweet and kind as Rebekah was marrying a man that killed for fun, but he seemed to change just for her. Lexi was also helping him to keep in control of his bloodlust like she had done all those years ago.

In the end he had won me over – he was (when not being a killer) a man of knowledge that I looked up to and it also helped that he didn't look at me like a disgusting creature because of my skin colour unlike the other men that Rebekah had brought home and consequently dumped as they become unbearable towards me.

I watched as they walked out of the chapel and off on their honeymoon knowing that they loved each other and happy that my aunt had finally met someone that looked at her as if she was a gift from the God's.

here were those empty threats and hollow lies

And whenever you tried to hurt me

I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper

Eventually mum and aunt Caroline had to leave…there death was excruciating and the only thing making us all keep going was they were coming back…