~~Thank you everyone who is reading this. I really am working hard on it and just for warning, this story will be over by the end of season 3. But fear not, I've got a second story afterwards so yes, I know how it ends :)~~Reanna.

Violet had been standing in the bedroom doorway for the last five minutes. Since Cami's death she hadn't wanted to step foot inside of it and wondered how Marcel could. She had been around dead bodies for more than a decade but stepping inside a room that was filled with blood of one of their friends was too much. She felt a hand grab her shoulder so she spun around.

"Woah it's just me" Marcel had said as she just looked at him. "Is something wrong?"

She didn't say a word and just brushed past him. The funeral was yesterday and the Originals were still a no show. It had been a great turn out, more people than they expected but it still felt as if something was missing. They were waiting for them to return as Freya said they received the message but didn't say when they would be back. Violet had only known Cami for a year or two but she considered her one of her closest friends in New Orleans. She made her way down the stairs as Marcel watched not understanding the shift in her mood.

"Is everything okay? Did you need to talk about something?"

"I've been…" She cut herself off as she hung onto the bottom railing. It wasn't the right time to say anything but there wouldn't ever be a right time. "I'm leaving"

"What do you mean you're leaving?" His eyebrows had furrowed.

"I don't want to do this anymore…I want to go home"

Violet had refused to turn around not wanting to see him. It was evident that Marcel didn't know it was coming and this would put a wedge in their relationship as friends and lovers. Jogging down the stairs at a quick pace, she moved to go sit on the edge of the fountain.

"Your home is here Vi…Why would you want to leave?"

"This place isn't what it used to be, we are not what we used to be. You let the Strix step inside our city and strip away everything until we were left with nothing. Now Cami is dead because no one took care of the problem. Who's next Marcel? Don't you remember that in the end all of this is going to turn to ash and we will be immortalized as a false King and Queen?"

"Who said that is going to be our fate? I don't know about you but I'm not believing whatever visions come our way. I never said anything but I went and seen Alexis days ago" In reaction, she looked over and him not really in surprise that he did but in surprise he'd admit it. "I saw a blonde girl lying in the street in a pool of her own blood which I thought was you but yet it seems like its Cami. She's not lying on Bourbon Street; no she was left as a gift"

Violet and Cami didn't look anything alike but their hair was cut at the same length. "So who said that wouldn't be me?"

"According to you, you saw yourself trapped upstairs while I attempted to get you out"

"Who said the girl was dead?" Raising an eyebrow she waited for an answer but knew he didn't have one. "Exactly my point. If one of us leaves, that fate isn't going to happen and I know you're not leaving the city so it might as well be me"

"Can I ask where this is coming from? I mean you've been on my boat for the last couple of years and now you want to go home? I know you; Cami's death can't be affecting you that much. You left Jake here, you left everything here and just because some girl dies you're going to freak out about it?" It wasn't like he wasn't affected by her death but it just seemed weird that Violet would just have some strange meltdown from it.

"Look, I just can't stay here anymore. I gotta…I just gotta go home"

Marcel watched her intently to study her actions. It wasn't just like her to bail on this much drama going on. Clearly Cami's death wasn't the thing bothering her and something else was. "So that's it?" He asked as she moved from the fountain and towards the gated door. "You're just going to throw away everything here? All of your friends that have been fighting at your side since day one, all these things that belong to you and me…You're going to just walk away from everything we have?"

He raced after her feeling desperate and he hadn't felt like that in a long time. Violet was the only one that had ever had his side almost his entire life and he wasn't going to let her leave and throw it away. They had just started their relationship on an intimate level and he had always cared for her. But now things were different and they weren't just playing the friend situation. Marcel had grabbed her wrist to keep her from moving but she pulled away.

"You can have it, the Strix can have it. Look at us, we've got nothing Marcel. You used to be the great and mighty Marcel Gerard who had the keys to his own kingdom. You've got nothing; you don't own this city as long as Tristan and his crew are here. Me? I'm supposed to be some Queen just because I walk down the street with you. I never wanted this New Orleans in the palm of my hand. All I wanted was to protect it and protect you"

Violet turned around to face him, her blonde ponytail swinging wildly. "Then stay for me. I don't want you to go, your life is here, and our life is here. Stay for me"

Her eyes pierced into his as he narrowed them questioning something. "Are your emotions off?"

Shaking her head she laughed. "Do I ever turn my emotions off? No, I just want to leave" Shifting her eyes towards the balcony, she saw Aarick standing there leaning against it. "Is everything okay?" He placed his hand behind his neck wondering what the ruckus was. Marcel had placed his hands on his hips as he looked at the boy. "Everything's fine, just go back to your room…And besides, you're going to dump him on me? He's your responsibility Violet, not mine"

"Just like when you turned me? I was your responsibility yet you dumped me onto Klaus" Zipping up to the balcony, she gripped Aarick around the neck and pulled him to her. "So what are you going to do about this? Let me feed off of him but wait, he's under the age of 18 so he's off limits"

Licking her lips, she looked him up and down then turned her attention towards Marcel who was making strides towards her. "Careful Marcel, I can easily throw him over the balcony or snap his neck with the flick of my wrist"

Aarick had reached for her hand trying to pry it off of his neck but it obviously failed. Marcel had opened his mouth to say something but then shut it. He stared at her realizing what was actually going on. "So this is Tristan's doings, don't you see? He wants you like this, he wants you to be a Ripper so you can turn on me and turn everything into violence"

Smirking at the words, it was true. She had been on such a tight leash for so long that she needed to break her good girl image. She was hungry lately and occasionally killed more people than needed but it wasn't like she told him that. When Violet turned into Ripper mode, she had said things that she didn't mean, did things she wouldn't do if she wasn't. This always led things to get out of control and relationships to be strain between her and everyone else.

"You can't hide who I am, you can't change me" Her main reason of returning home was because she wouldn't have him watch her like a hawk. She could be free again; free to live where she wanted, drank whoever and felt at ease.

"I know I can't change you but I'm here to help" He inched further as Aarick's back was pressed against the railing. "Look, whatever we are supposed to be facing is ours to deal with, we will get through this together. Let him go and I'll help you"

"By doing what? Bleeding me dry or locking me in the deserted garden? Tempting me with blood to gain control, having an Original compel me to forget. I remember the things you put me through, vervain soaked baths, trying to talk me out of something? I'm not blind, I know what you do"

Aarick had slyly stuck his hand in his pocket and felt something prick his finger. He gripped the object tight and looked up at her. Pulling his hand out, he had plunged a small knife into the side of her neck and turned the situation around on her. With eyes glowing, he gripped her leg and threw her over the balcony. Marcel flashed over once she landed on her feet and grabbed her around the waist. Looking up at Aarick, he was pleasantly surprised at the action.

"Stop fighting this! You're not leaving, you're getting yourself under control and we are going to take care of our city and the Strix…I love you Violet, I always have and always will"

Violet hardly fought against him and slowly stopped at his last statement. He waited for a few seconds before letting her go. Her green eyes had change from anger and back to their normal content state. Taking a deep breath, she shut them and put her head down as if she was being scolded. She leaned forward and pressed her head against his shoulder as he pulled her in. Aarick had watched the scene never seen a vampire act like that before. Could that really be her brother?

"I'm sorry…I know sorry doesn't even work anymore"

Leaning her head back, he pointed up at him who watched wide eyed. Violet looked up at Aarick and made a regretful face. "I know I said to come here and I'd show you around, not try to rip your throat out. If you want to go home I'll take you back personally"

"I'm going to trust a vampire to take me through the swamp at night and the same one who was going to throw me off of a balcony? Fat chance but no hard feelings" He shrugged his shoulders. "I've never been attacked before but it was fun while it lasted"

He offered a smile and Violet just stared at him. He smiled the exact same way Alexander; he had the same dimple in the left side of his cheek. She had always been jealous of that considering she never had dimples. Reaching into his other pocket, he pulled out the same picture he had before and held it open. It was crinkled of course and once Marcel got a good look at it, he looked between them curious. Aarick then reached into sweater collar and pulled out a necklace. On it was a purple jewel that looked identical to the ones Violet had of her sisters. Marcel's jaw dropped as tears formed in the put of her eyes. Flying back up the stairs, she pulled him into a hug and he laughed grabbing her back. No one could believe that Aarick or Alexander would still be alive to this day. Tears poured from her eyes as she held onto him for dear life. He tried to pull away but she wouldn't let go.

"Hey uh sis, I think you're going to break my ribs if you don't let go"

Laughing quietly, she let go. "Where have you been? Why didn't you say anything before?"

A smile formed on Marcel's face as he knew this was good for her. With her reverting back into a Ripper, this would be a way for her to stay on track. Before he could answer, they all heard footsteps coming towards them as a pair of vampires walked past the fountain and looked at them.

"Well what do we have here, our love birds fighting so soon in the relationship? Seems like she's moved onto something better, what do you say Elijah?"

"I'd say we are home" Klaus and Elijah had finally arrived.