Marcel had been touched when his father came in after he got paddled by Elijah. He could see the worry in Klaus' eyes when he took a quick look at his backside and winced. Elijah had been firm, but not overly severe especially considering the circumstances. Marcel was resting on his stomach with his backside cooling in the night breeze.
"I'm okay, Klaus. It's just the slow healing and all," Marcel reassured him.
"I never should have let him use that dreadful paddle on you!" Klaus fumed.
"Klaus, you had just spanked Kol with it..." Marcel pointed out.
"But Kol, yes, you are right, Marcel. I had given Kol a few good swats with it," Klaus admitted.
"A few swats, he was howling like a cat in heat. Thanks what led Rebekah and me to come watch again. Honestly, we never heard him yell out like that during a spanking. And hell, he's had more than any of us," Marcel said.
"Yes, well, my little brother has a penchant for mischief. I want to trust him this time. I do. However, I need you to do me a favor," Klaus said softly.
"Anything, Klaus. I want to be the leader you raised me to be. I want to prove that I am an adult," Marcel whispered back.
"Yes, son, but you are here in front of me with a sore red bottom. It would help if you could go a bit without having to get a spanking, eh. Also, if you could assist me with this task," Klaus chuckled.
Marcel flushed at mention of his red backside. He wanted to put pants on or cover himself but he was just too sore. That damn healing spell was still in effect.
"I'll help. I am not in position to refuse and be able to take another whacking," Marcel joked.
"Marcel, I need you to follow Kol for a while. He is up to something with those witches. I can't risk this alliance being blown or him using those girls to hex me or something. Actually, I think he's creating some kind of dark object to control me," Klaus said in a low voice, confiding in the boy he once rescued from the governor's plantation.
"Yes, of course. But why not ask Elijah?" Marcel asked.
"Elijah wants so badly to trust Kol. He will think me paranoid and untrusting. I do not want to prove him right," Klaus said truthfully.
"No problem. I just hope my behind heals enough by tomorrow that I don't have be walking around with a sore arse. Hope about some blood?" Marcel pleaded.
Klaus softly patted his smarting behind.
"Tomorrow, my son, before you go. Just don't let Elijah know or I'll be the next one getting thrashed around here. He wants all of you to get the full brunt of your punishments so as to not repeat the behaviors, but no son of mine should have to chase Kol all day without some respite," Klaus said kissing the top of Marcel's head.
"Night, Papa," Marcel muttered, suddenly exhausted.
"Goodnight, my brave boy. And thank you," Klaus said softly shutting the door.
True to his word, Klaus did feed Marcel out of his wrist before he left for his mission. He waited outside for Kol to slip out and sure enough he did. Marcel used his supernatural hearing to try to eavesdrop as much as he could. He had to move a bit to avoid the "causal" patrols of witches strolling through the quarter. Mrs. Claire was more savvy than she looked. He didn't think the witches spotted him.
Marcel once got close enough to peer in the window and saw some of the objects, especially the shackles. He had to vamp down quickly as Kol almost spotted him.
When Kol finally left and went to meet the next contact, Marcel was ready. That meeting took place in a bar near Astrid's flat.
Marcel heard the words "paragon diamond" and "Dowager Fauline's cottage." He didn't really know what the connection was. A part of him wanted to stop by Astrid's and see if she was okay. He didn't know if the old witch had gotten to her, so Marcel went back and reported all to Klaus.
"A paragon diamond, you say. Kemiya, yes, Kol must be using those young witches to harness the power of natural objects. God, with a perfect diamond he could..." Klaus said stunned.
"What, Klaus? What's so bad about this?" Marcel asked in alarm.
"I think he is trying to enchant one of the white oak daggers to ...use on me? Yes, he would need a diamond of great power and at least two powerful witches...It would not be easy, but I could be in the coffin next to dull, old Finn if it works!" Klaus said scared. How would protect his family from Michael if he was daggered. Elijah would do his best. Rebekah was good at getting into trouble. Marcel was not ready to be king yet. And Kol would bring this whole city to destruction.
"Klaus, we won't let that happen. What do we need to do?" Marcel asked calmly. They needed a plan.
"We need a witch of our own. One untainted by Mrs. Claire or any dark objects..." Klaus knew he had his work cut out for him.
Marcel started, "I might know a gal...She hasn't been happy with the coven for a long time."
"Who is it?" Klaus asked surprised.
"It's...Mary Alice's older sister, Diana," Marcel admitted.
"Oh, I didn't know she had one," Klaus said pleased.
"She was exiled for going out with a vampire," Marcel said sheepishly.
"My son, the little home wrecker!" Klaus said proudly.
"Klaus, it wasn't like that. The mother was overbearing and the girl wanted to rebel. She was 20 and Mrs. Claire treated her like a child. You saw what that woman can do with a hairbrush. Diana couldn't take it anymore. She used me as an excuse to get away," Marcel said sadly.
"Yes, that old witch has quite a swing. Even I felt pity for the lovely sister yesterday. Where is this wayward witch now?" Klaus inquired.
"I don't know. The coven didn't strip her power exactly. They locked her away somewhere. I haven't been able to find out where," Marcel said defeated.
"Well, then, we need to figure out where. That gets me to thinking, if we could hide away Mary Alice and Astrid, then Kol couldn't use them to make the daggers...It's not a bad idea," Klaus said thinking of several plots at once.
"Kol won't be happy," Marcel said plainly.
"No, he won't. If he is plotting against me again, his little girlfriends will be the least of his worries," Klaus growled.