Pairing: Klaus/Marcel (M/M) hand, switch
"Curse us eh
I'll make you pay!
I don't want to rhyme all day!" ~ Rick Riordan
Wednesday, January 17, 2011
Mikaelson Compound
Evening
"I can't believe we got bloody kidnapped by witches, Marcel? I'm going to get knackered tonight. I mean after we see to Davina," Rebekah said as she changed out of her filthy clothes. She stepped in the shower and washed off the muck and stress of the previous days.
"They got me at St. Anne's. Fr. K. got hexed Rebekah. Sean said he had to tie him to a bed. If the twins or Kai can't siphon the curse away, he's doomed," Marcel admitted.
"It's not your fault. Bastianna is pure evil. I hope they...burn her at the stake or something," Rebekah scoffed as Marcel joined her in the shower.
"I thought I ought to wash your back or something," Marcel grinned.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do right now. Now kiss me," Rebekah said turning around.
"If you insist," Marcel said. He was just glad they were back. He would worry about Father K. and the witches later.
Louisiana Bayou
Late Evening
"Lockwood?" Klaus asked in surprise.
"Yeah, you act like you know the name. Let me guess. Mystic Falls," Mason surmised.
"Indeed. I'm Klaus Mikaelson. I,...adopted Tyler, he's my son now," Klaus added.
"But Carol is still alive, isn't she?" Mason asked nervously.
"Oh yes, she's the mayor now actually. You've been gone a long time. Tyler thought you were dead," Klaus shared.
"Dead. Yes, in a sense I was. How is my nephew? I've wanted to reach out, but things with the packs have been chaos," Mason muttered.
"Tyler is good, great in a sense. He is about to a father in a few months. Twins actually," Klaus smiled.
"Whoa, I should have been there for him. I hope to see him again soon. I got involved over my head with these witches and honestly, a few vampires too," Mason confessed.
Klaus took pity on the younger wolf. "Mason, you have indeed. Allow me to help. We can hook you up with a moonlight ring. No need to stoop to working for Bastianna. Her days as an elder are numbered anyway. We'll work something out."
Mason smiled, "Thank you. I'm not sure I deserve it. I didn't realize that I was holding your son and sister hostage. I guess I need to be a bit more selective of the supernaturals around here."
Klaus nodded, "Indeed, no wolf around here would deal with witches like that. There's a distinct lack of trust between the factions. Which is perhaps my fault...from centuries of intrigue and treachery."
"All I want is to find an alpha and discover what being a wolf really means," Mason explained. Klaus heard the truth in his words.
"A purist, eh? Let me introduce you to the others..." Klaus said.
Mason came over and met the rest of the group. Jackson vowed to take him to meet Mary. There wasn't much room left in the house, but Mason could came in the yard.
Klaus made arrangements for him to get a moonlight right and then visit Tyler in Mystic Falls soon.
"We need to get these two home," Klaus said as they left. Rebekah and Marcel were starting to stir. Josh stayed the night in the Bayou, he just didn't want to leave Aiden.
The Compound
Freya handed Klaus a glass of blood.
"Niklaus, I'm so glad everything worked out the way it did. I know the siphons Heretics killed some of Marcel's guys and kidnapped Marcel, but they also saved Kai," Freya pointed out.
"Freya, we've allied with them. They are effectively pardoned," Klaus reassured her.
"Really? Elijah is always going on about anyone who hurts the family is dead...I just wasn't sure," Freya admitted.
Klaus sipped on his drink and raised it, "Relax, Sister. All is well, for now. Enjoy it."
"Well, not sure Father K. is okay and well, there's more...," Freya winced.
"Of course, there is. It's alright. Tell me, Freya. Please, I hate to see anything weighing on you on heavily," Klaus said pleadingly.
Freya grabbed the bag and showed Klaus the drugs and cigarettes.
"The twins?" Klaus asked.
Freya nodded, "I think that is why they gave Marcel the slip. The thing is, dear Brother, that Marcel also lied to me about the girls being missing. I wouldn't have left. I don't know what he was thinking."
Klaus sighed, "Have you spoken to him about this?"
"I was hoping you would," Freya asked wide-eyed.
"Sister, you have proven yourself quite capable of dealing with wayward family members. Can you not speak to my son yourself?" Klaus questioned.
"Niklaus, I just don't think...," Freya started.
"Freya, he wronged you. I feel like you need to...discuss this with him," Klaus stated evenly. "I'm not happy that he behaved this way. Perhaps he has a good reason?"
"I was going to leave the girls to help Davina with the moonlight rings. I just can't now. I need to take them with me. And Kai. They need to be together right now," Freya said stronger.
"Yes, they do. You all do. I'll speak to Marcellus, if you like. Rebekah, Marcel, and Davina are planning to come home Saturday after the moonlight rings. We'll straighten everything out," Klaus promised.
"Thank you, Brother. I just don't think we should allow lies between us. Not when so much is at stake," Freya said tiredly.
"I agree," Klaus said. "Let's go to bed. It's been a long day."
"I wonder what happened to Bastianna," Freya mused.
"With the French Quarter coven, who knows? Vincent seems to have a much different outlook as Regent. But that is not our affair anymore, I suppose. I need to call Camille. I don't know what to say about her uncle," Klaus realized.
"The truth, Niklaus. The hex may have already taken root. It may be...too late for him," Freya frowned.
"I hope not," Klaus said as he drained the blood out of his glass and went up to bed.
"Me, either," Freya said to an empty room.
Thursday, January 18, 2011
Mikaelson Compound
After the turmoil of the night before, Davina stayed home on Thursday to sleep in.
Rebekah woke all the kids up around 10am to eat.
Dana was wondering was Freya was going to say about the drugs and the cigarettes.
"Do you think we get a our-parents-sacrificed-their-lives-for-us pass? Maybe we won't even get in trouble at all," Dana inquired.
Rachael shrugged, "We? You are the one who wanted to take off. I stupidly went along with you. Plus, then we got kidnapped. Isn't that punishment enough?"
Kai and Davina came in. Davina smirked, "I think you two are still in for it. I saw the 'evidence' downstairs sitting out. You're getting talked to, that's for sure."
"That can be worse, no?" Rachael offered.
The others looked at each other. "Not really," Davina laughed shortly.
"What are you kids laughing about?" Marcel said from the doorway. "We've been calling you for breakfast. Best get down there." Davina and Kai turned and left.
"Girls, can we talk a minute?" Marcel asked.
"Sure," Dana replied. She put her red hair into pigtails today.
"So, ya want to explain what you were thinking by taking off from the store? One minute you were there, the next gone," Marcel remarked.
Rachael looked pointedly at Dana, "Yeah, Dana. Go ahead and explain."
"I wanted to have a good time and get some smokes and a lighter. I didn't know we'd get kidnapped. I mean, real safe city you run here," Dana deflected.
"Whoa. Let's not change the subject here. What you did was not only wrong, it was dangerous. I am going to have a hard time trusting either one of you when you pull crap like that. And I didn't hear any apology come out of your mouths," Marcel scolded.
"Breakfast!" Rebekah hollered from downstairs.
Marcel put his hand out for the girls to go. He wasn't overly impressed with their behavior, but he had to take into account the story he had heard about their parents. They seemed strangely unaffected.
"What took you so long?" Rebekah reprimanded.
"Nothing," Dana shot back.
Freya put her hands up, "Would you like to rephrase that more politely, Dana?"
Dana flushed, "Sorry, we're late. We were talking about...things."
Rebekah poured orange juice and asked, "How did everyone sleep after our little adventures yesterday?"
Kai yawned, "Very well, thank you. I feel like the vervain they shot me up with is making me groggy, though."
"That could be. It should be out of your system soon," Freya said passing around a plate of sausage. It was odd for her not to be cooking or helping to clean up, but Rebekah and Marcel wouldn't let her lift a finger here. Rebekah was frying eggs and making toast.
"Dana, are going to eat?" Davina asked.
"I'm not hungry," Dana said glumly.
"She's wondering if dead parents trumps drugs, running off, and smoking?" Rachael blurted.
"Girls, I think we're going home today. Davina, can you handle the moonlight rights yourself?" Freya asked.
"Yeah, sure. Unless...," Davina began.
"Unless what, dear?" Rebekah asked putting eggs on her plate.
"Unless we left for Mystic Fall and everyone helped make the rings there. We have enough kyanite to make multiple rings. If we don't do it Friday, we'd have to wait another month," Davina explained.
"I hate for her to miss more school," Rebekah said.
"I have almost all As and Bs," Davina said, "It would be easier this way. If something goes wrong, we'd all be there to help."
"Okay, but you need to get all your school work and bring it to Virginia," Marcel said.
"Yay!" Davina squealed. "We haven't been home in ages."
"Why do you call it 'home' when you live here?" Kai asked in confusion.
"This is only temporary. Right?" Davina asked her parents.
"Yes, of course," Marcel said automatically. In truth, he wondered how he would ever get the factions to get along and cooperate.
"Not to interrupt, but I'm going to go visit Father Kieran. Marcellus, will you join me?" Klaus said.
"Of course," Marcel said getting up to join his father.
On the way to St. Anne's, Klaus asked about the twins and how they got kidnapped. Marcel told him exactly what happened.
"Did you lie to Freya, Son?" Klaus pressed. By his tone, Marcel knew Klaus expected the truth.
"Yes, Papa. I thought they were just fooling around. I had no idea what happened," Marcel admitted.
"She is not happy with you," Klaus revealed.
"I'll talk to her, okay?" Marcel said with a touch of defiance.
"No, Marcellus, it's not okay. What if Davina did this? What would you say to that?" Klaus asked pointedly.
"Ouch! You had to go there, eh? I wouldn't be happy. What do you want me to say? We're here. Can we just see to Father and then talk about this later?" Marcel begged.
Klaus saw how upset Marcel was about Father Kieran. "It's not your fault. Bastianna is the one who hexed him."
"That's what everybody keeps saying, but that's a goddamn lie! If it wasn't for me, he'd be giving mass right now...," Marcel spat.
Klaus had no words, he opened the church door and ushered his son through. Sean met them near the transept and shook his head.
"He's up here," Sean said in a strained voice.
Father was in the attic of St. Anne's, writhing and straining against the ropes that held him.
"Father K., it's Marcel. Can you hear me?" Marcel said anxiously.
Father never made eye contact with him, he mumbled, "For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd..."
"What's he saying?" Marcel asked Sean.
"Just disjointed passages from the Book of Revelation. He wrote a thesis on it once. But it doesn't seem to mean anything. He's out of his mind, then ten minutes later, he's fine," Sean revealed.
"...and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes," Father wailed.
Klaus examined the x on Father Kieran's hand. "We need the twins and Davina here. And Freya. Every witch we can get."
"But they caused this," Sean protested.
"Only they can remove it, if it hasn't taken root already. A hex is a difficult thing to get rid of," Klaus admitted.
"They shall hunger no more, neither thirst anymore, the sun shall not strike them, nor any scorching heat," Marcel said back to Father K. as he mopped his forehead with a cloth. "I won't let you down, old friend."
Klaus called the girls and asked them to come. It was worse than he thought. Cami had alway dreamt of her uncle marrying them. If that was to be, they would be getting married sooner, rather than later. That was fine with Klaus, but he knew how much her uncle meant to her and Sean. All the factions in New Orleans respected him. His death would be a great loss for not only their family, but the city.
"Freya, can you make an herbal remedy or something? He's babbling nonsense now. Even something to calm him down," Klaus asked over the phone.
"Of course. We'll be there as soon as I throw something together. Did you talk to Marcel?" Freya asked.
"Yes, he's all torn up about this. He's blaming himself for Father getting hexed. That damn Bastianna, I wish I could tear her limb to limb," Klaus growled.
"Hang in there, Brother," Freya said hanging up.
When the twins, Davina, and Freya got there, Father Kieran was lucid.
"What am I tied up? Sean, Marcel, what's going on? Let me go!" Father demanded.
"Uncle, you've been hexed. Please, just give us a chance to cure you," Sean insisted.
"There's nothing to cure. I am fine," Father K. repeated shortly.
Dana and Rachael tried to siphon the curse first where the x was. They tried several times before they admitted defeat.
"Nothing," Rachael reported.
Freya and Davina tried next.
"It's taken root. I'm sorry, Sean. It will only get worse from here," Freya shared.
"Our uncle was always prepared for something like this. He told me to keep him here despite anything he said...I just never imagined that he would be in and out of it like this. Thank you for trying," Sean replied.
"Nonsense, Sean. You are family. We are grieve that this happened," Klaus remarked.
The ladies all left and Father began to babble.
"... Do not fear what you are about to suffer. Behold, the devil is about to throw some of you into prison," Father cried.
Marcel lost his temper and knocked over an old desk in the corner. It smashed into the wall and dramatically burst into a thousand pieces. Sean jumped and Klaus apologized for Marcel's outburst. Marcel missed the warning looks his father was casting at him.
Marcel was inconsolable, Klaus whispered something to Sean. Without Marcel realizing it, Klaus led him down to a storage room in the back.
"Papa, let's just go. There's no use. You heard Freya. It's too late. I might as well have just drained Kieran dry myself," Marcel moped.
Klaus shut the down after pulling an old cord to light a single light bulb.
"What are we doing in here?" Marcel snapped. He didn't want to talk about his failure any further.
"I thought you would want some privacy for what is about to happen," Klaus said softly.
"No, Papa! Oh, for God's sake. Let me out of here," Marcel roared.
"Keep your voice down. I told Sean I just wanted a word with you, he doesn't need to hear everything, though the way you were acting, I'm sure he wouldn't be surprised that I am taking you to task," Klaus said dragging an old chair that was upside down over and in the middle of the room.
"Really? I don't have time for this," Marcel disputed trying to leave.
"One," Klaus began to count. Marcel rolled his eyes and put his hand on the doorknob.
"Two. If I have to chase you, I will spank you right where I catch you and then drag you back here for your original punishment," Klaus warned.
"Jesus Christ! Are you fucking kidding me? I was kidnapped, oh, before that, those bratty siphons escaped from me and Josh, and then my best friend just hexed and it's my fault and I'm supposed to just throw myself over your lap again like I'm ten. Papa, just don't. It won't help!" Marcel fumed. Klaus stood up and vamped to his son.
"Three," Klaus pronounced. "You'll always be my son. I know what's best for you. You are getting punished for lying to Freya and blaming yourself for Kieran. Do you understand that, young man?" Klaus asked firmly.
When Marcel refused to answer, Klaus turned him and swatted him over his jeans three times. Crack! Crack! Crack!
No matter how old Marcel got, he'd never be able to match his father's strength.
"Ow, Papa, this is ludicrous. Go ahead and do it. It wont' do any good," Marcel countered in an anxious whine.
"We'll see, sweetheart," Klaus said. He wondered if Marcel knew how childish he sounded. It made Klaus nostalgic for the simple days past when Marcel whined over toys and Elijah forcing him to study latin.
Klaus grabbed Marcel's hands with his right hand and undid his trousers with his left as Marcel complained and struggled. It was the old song and dance. Both end how it was end, with Marcel's upended rump over Klaus' knee. Marcel felt the cooler air over his bare behind and was in shock to be in this position today. It was like when he least expected it and thought it would never happen again, his father had different plans.
As Marcel found himself staring at the dirty storage room floor, he tried again, "Papa, I'm sorry. You're right. It's not my fault. Kieran. I realize that now, you can let me up." Whack! Whack! Whack.
Klaus was smacking him hard across both cheeks. Instantly hand prints appeared and Marcel tried to squirm out of place. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Soon, Klaus settled into swatting him from cheek to cheek as Marcel tried in vain in push himself up. Klaus just tightened his hold on his son's waist with his left arm. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
Marcel was panicking. Klaus was spanking him vigorously and seemed to be in no danger of stopping anytime soon. It really burned and he couldn't take it.
"P-Please Papa, s-stop. I'm sorry," Marcel said as he found himself kicking and trying to block his father's hand with his feet. Marcel's hands were supporting himself on the ground. Unless he wanted to slam into the floor, he had to hold himself up.
"Move your feet or I'm going to find something to thrash you with," Klaus threatened.
"It h-hurts. Ouchhh. OWWWW. Stoopppp," Marcel begged starting to weep a little.
"Move your feet. I'm not telling you again," Klaus warned. But Marcel couldn't take the burning sting. He just needed a second to heal.
"That's it," Klaus stood up Marcel with his pants at his knees and marched him over to a shelf with some boxes. Klaus' supernatural sight had spotted an old tomato stake. He picked it up.
Marcel glanced back, "No Papa, don't whip me with that! Please, it will hurt worse. I'll stop."
"Too late," Klaus held Marcel by the upper arm and began to switch him with the stick.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The stick left red marks, but no major welts. Over Marcel's already smacked bottom, the stick felt like stripes of fire.
"Argggghhhh. NO! NO!" Marcel said dancing and raising up on his toes. He was crying now and begging.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Crack! Crack!
When Marcel was crying hard and his backside was a bright red with a few stripes, Klaus stopped. He broke the stick in half and threw it back in the box.
"Are you going to lie again?" Klaus asked softly.
"No, I should have just told her the truth. I'll apologize. Freya had the right to know," Marcel choked out in between tears.
"And Father?" Klaus prodded.
"Not my fault, I know that, but I feel terrible. He's my friend," Marcel cried.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," Klaus said drawing Marcel into his arms. Klaus sat down and pulled Marcel into his lap as he wept. Klaus took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.
"Papa, what are we going to do?" Marcel said.
"We'll make him as comfortable as we can. Maybe we can take him and Sean back to Mystic Falls with us. It would be better than tying him to a bed. He has some time. He can say goodbye to Camille. Do you feel better?" Klaus pressed.
Marcel grinned as Klaus rubbed his back, "Yeah, aside from my...backside. Did you have to use that switch?"
"Did you have to be so defiant? Sometimes I forget it's not 1820 again and you're not ten years old. Let's go buy some beignets to take home, but before I'll take to Sean. See what he wants to do," Klaus said kissing Marcel on the head.
"Thank you, Papa. I love you," Marcel said softly.
"I love you, Son. Always and forever," Klaus said. "Let's get out of this awful storage room."