Pairing: Klaus/Marcus (M/M) hand
Arkansas
Sunday, March 1913
Kol had nightmares that he had been walking in a garden. He was looking for something, but then found something better. There was a girl, she was beautiful and had white blond hair. She told him something important, but he could not recall what it was...
Kol opened his eyes and found Marcel standing over him.
"Marcellus, were you watching me in my sleep? That is lovely," Kol said getting out of bed.
"Do not flatter yourself! I was about to wake you, as you were talking in your sleep. I do not know what language it was, though. Maybe your native tongue?" Marcel said looking uncomfortable.
"It has been many centuries since we spoke that. We only did it around you so you would not know what we were speaking about," Kol snapped.
"I am no longer a child, Kol. Or even a human for that matter. Papa need not shelter me anymore," Marcel whined.
"Marcel, unlike us, you can still be killed. We cannot. Can you see why my brother is overprotective? If something happens to you, he would suffer for eternity," Kol said adjusting his jacket and fixing his hair hastily.
"I am strong, though. Come on, test me. It has been ages since we fought for sport," Marcel grinned.
"Wait until Elijah leaves. Then, when Nik is off painting or sketching nymphs, I shall give you a good and proper beating," Kol agreed.
"Why not now?" Marcel pressed.
"Do not tell me you missed that loud and abominable scene where my sister threw a tantrum?" Kol smirked.
Marcel felt a blush crept up his face, "I heard something before I fell asleep. I was hoping there was not trouble."
"Oh, there was trouble all right. Rebekah is going to need to sit on a pillow at breakfast to judge by the sounds of her hollering. She has not gotten a hiding like that since...Truth be told, I think was the worst she ever got," Kol said putting a clean handkerchief in his pocket and heading for the door.
Marcel groaned, "I heard much of it, I just did not want to come out and see what was happening. Do you think Rebekah will be angry with me for not helping?"
Kol shook his head, "Mate, when things take a turn like that, it is best to stay clear. Half of the worst thrashings I ever got were for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Just do not mention it."
Marcel agreed, "Thank you. I know Rebekah had been a little headstrong about this liberation of the female...I do not want to say 'nonsense.' But I disapprove of some of the ideas those ladies are putting in her head. I fear she is going to try to run off and run for Congress or something!"
"Marcel, look, this will pass over. Just do not give it too much credence. I am sure after last night, my sister will be obedient, docile, and well-behaved. Fret not," Kol reassured the younger vampire.
They headed down to breakfast and found Elijah reading the newspaper and Klaus feeding off of a new crop of 'volunteers."
Kol went to feed when Elijah said, "I am surprised Rebekah is still sleeping. We are to leave for our sojourn early."
Marcel looked at Kol, "She is not up there. I thought she was already down here."
"What?" Klaus said stopping and withdrawing his fangs from the older man he was feeding off of.
Kol looked and said, "Her room is empty. Go look. Marcel and I will look outside!"
Marcel and Kol vamped outside.
"I do not believe it. No sign of her," Marcel fretted.
"Oh, that is a sign of her. She stole your motor car!" Kol announced in amazement.
Marcel looked and turned around in shock, "But she cannot drive!"
"Looks like she figured it out," Kol said gruffly.
They vamped back in the house to share the news. Elijah winced at hearing the motor car was gone.
"Dammit, when I get a hold of her, she is going to be over my knee so fast, she will not know what hit her," Elijah grumbled.
"Maybe that is why she left!" Marcel roared.
Klaus stepped forward, "Son, Rebekah almost killed those people last night. She was drunk and out of control."
"She is a grown woman! She does not need to be treated like a brainless child. Now how the hell are we going to find her?" Marcel continued.
Elijah turned to Marcel, "You keep up that kind of talk, young man, and you will be over my lap next. We are all upset her, but accusing me of driving her away is not going to help."
Klaus put an arm around Marcel, "We will find her, Son. Let us figure out where she would go."
Marcel saw Elijah was still glaring at him, "I am sorry, Uncle. Papa is right. I am worried about her."
Elijah nodded, "I am, too, Marcellus. Now did she mention anything odd to you last night?"
Marcel shook his head, "I just told her about our trip. I mentioned the diner I fed at and Kol seeing his friend Miss Hattie...Now that I think about it, Rebekah was interested in that...I do not know why."
"Miss Hattie? That old voodoo witch?" Elijah asked with suspicion.
"Aye, we were driving past and I thought I should check in," Kol said nervously.
Klaus asked, "Would she not be in her 90s by now?"
Kol conceded, "Yes, her granddaughter, aptly named Lovely, was there."
Marcel thought, "Why would Rebekah be interested in seeing this voodoo witch?"
Elijah paused, "Only one way to find out."
McComb, Mississippi
Pike County
Rebekah only drove off the road three times before getting the hang of driving. She had pushed the motor car to the end of the long driveway before starting it so no one would hear the engine.
"Bloody drunk fools," Rebekah scoffed. Her brothers were drunk and yet she is the one who gets punished. Like they have not murdered scores of people for sport in the old days. Did Niklaus forget when he came across that wedding party?
She found the shack, just as Marcel had described it. Run down and old, probably like Miss Hattie herself by now.
"Hello, is anyone home?" Rebekah called.
The door opened and a young Black girl sneered, "Another one. I done tole you she is dead."
"Miss Hattie?" Rebekah asked.
"Yeah, what you want, lady?" the girl snipped.
"I need a reverse immortality spell," Rebekah said firmly.
"A what?" the girl laughed.
"May I come in? I have money," Rebekah offered.
"Your money ain't no good here, but your blood...Now that is worth more than gold," the girl shared. She opened the door and Rebekah left the sun and escaped into the dark interior.
En Route
Kol was nervous. He did not want his brothers to know that he had asked Hattie's granddaughter to make some objects for him. He was almost sure they were hiding something from him. He wanted his memory cleared. He needed to remember what happened.
Elijah and Klaus were packing up the house and Marcel waited with Kol outside.
"You asked that Hattie to do something, correct? Just tell me," Marcel pushed.
"Hattie is dead. It was her granddaughter. I asked her to make me something that would clear my mind of these cobwebs. I might have asked if she could make anything more powerful. She said she did not do that kind of dark magic, like Hattie. It is too dangerous," Kol shared.
"So why would Rebekah hunt this lady down?" Marcel said.
"I do not know. Even Hattie in her heyday, could not give Rebekah was she truly wants the most, no one can," Kol said sadly.
Marcel looked up and asked carefully, "And what is that?"
"To be human. To live a mortal life with children and a family. Elijah wanted Tatia, Niklaus wanted the love of a father, I wanted to be the greatest witch. We got nothing of what we wanted, but we got immortality, strength, speed, and regret," Kol spat bitterly.
"Why would Rebekah think that this woman could give her that?" Marcel inquired urgently.
"I do not know," Kol almost whispered. Marcel lunged and pushed Kol through the fence.
"Kol! Why would she think that?" Marcel yelled.
"I told her it!" Kol answered. "I lied and told her that Hattie knew the reverse immortality spell. I wanted to give her some hope, but I did not think she would do something like this!"
Marcel was furious. He punched Kol in the face causing blood to spurt out of his nose. Kol rolled to the side and Marcel plucked a wooden fence post and snapped it into a stake.
Klaus vamped and caught Marcel's arm, "What are you doing?"
Marcel threw down the stake, "He told Rebekah Hattie could make her human!"
Kol spit out blood and brushed himself off, "Forty years ago!"
Elijah came out, "Marcel, did you attack him?"
Marcel broke free of his father's hold, "She wants to be free of you all! And so do I!" Marcel vamped down the road.
"Marcellus, come back here," Klaus yelled.
Elijah put a hand on Klaus, "I shall get him back. Between the two of them, I do not know who needs whipped first."
Kol wiped blood off his face with his sleeve and said, "Let me go after him. Just give me a minute. Pack the car. And Brothers? Thank you for the house."
Kol vamped up the drive and found Marcel leaning against a tree.
"Marcellus," Kol said quietly.
"Leave me to my own folly, Kol," Marcel begged.
"I cannot," Kol confided. "This is my fault for giving her hope. Help us bring her back home. She will need you more now than ever."
"It seems like I am not enough. I left her in a box for 52 years while I thought I was becoming...a great man for her. Yet I see, I am not what she wants," Marcel commented.
"Nay, forget I said that. Rebekah was misled by me. It was a false hope. Allow me to try to fix this," Kol begged.
"I thought she was just angry at the hiding she got last night. I did not think it would drive her to forgo our immortal future," Marcel smiled.
"It was a hell of a hiding. I think she probably thought to make you human, too," Kol surmised.
"Human? I would never choose to be human again. I love being a vampire," Marcel said honestly.
"There are worse things to be, I suppose," Kol said as they started back.
"Werewolf?" Marcel smiled.
"Exactly my thoughts. There they are," Kol said as Elijah drove up in the other motor car. Kol and Marcel got in the backseat.
McComb, Mississippi
Pike County
"There she is," Klaus said pointing at Rebekah. She was sitting on a bench. Her face pale, but her mouth streaked with blood.
"Oh no," Marcel hissed. "Rebekah, are you alright?"
"No," Rebekah said in a daze.
Elijah got out of the motor car and looked in the diner. He shook his head at Kol and Klaus. Everyone inside was dead.
Kol looked towards the little shack, "Let me go check on them."
Kol could smell the death before he even opened the door. Lovely's lifeless body was on the ground cold. The candles and incense still burned. Kol looked for the vial of his blood from the day before but found nothing. He looked for a grimoire or something useful, but found nothing. There were no dark objects in progress that would help him with his memory problems.
Kol felt shame as seeing what he had wrought. Hattie's beautiful, strong, granddaughter was dead and it was his fault. A simple lie and a young witch was dead. Kol covered her face with a shawl and left the shack. They should probably get out of the area quickly. Elijah burnt down the diner and they put Rebekah in the car. Kol tried to speak with her, but she was unresponsive.
The drive back seemed long. Klaus drove Marcel's car and Kol stayed in the passenger seat. Elijah drove the other car and Marcel and Rebekah sat in the back.
"Do you think she will be alright? Our sister?" Kol said with concern.
"Aye, she is just...I do not know, Kol...," Klaus said seriously.
"I cannot believe she stole the bloody motor car and killed...everyone," Kol admitted.
"I know you and Marcellus think us too old-fashioned and strict at times, but you can see how quickly things dissolve into chaos...Rebekah going off like this, Marcel trying to skewer you. We are doing our best, Kol, but maybe it is not good enough," Klaus confessed.
"Niklaus, It is not you. I am sorry. This is all my fault. I am the fool who lied to her and said that Mother's immortality spell could be reversed with voodoo. I wanted to give her hope, not throw her deeper into despair. Dammit to hell," Kol pounded on the door with his fist.
"Brother, hush, now. And do not damage the interior of this vehicle unless you want a good spanking when we get home," Klaus smiled. "Are you calm?"
Kol kicked the front of the interior lightly, "No need for threats, Nik. I am calm."
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mikaelson Compound
Monday, March 1913
Elijah carried Rebekah out of the car. She had not said much on the long ride home.
Klaus handed the other motor car over to the staff and followed his brother into The Compound.
"Marcel, why do you not head to bed to, Son? You look ill used," Klaus said gently.
"No, Papa. What is Uncle Elijah planning up there? I cannot allow Rebekah to be abused again?" Marcel panicked. He looked up the stairs as Elijah carefully carried Rebekah up to her bedroom.
"Abused again? Marcellus, are you daft? Elijah is not going to harm her. What has gotten into you?" Klaus said in a low warning tone. He put a reassuring hand on his son.
Marcel broke away from Klaus' hold and vamped up to Rebekah's room to check on her. Elijah had tucked her into her bed in her clothes, but was removing her shoes.
"Marcellus, please be quiet. Let us allow her to rest," Elijah said calmly.
"I was afraid you were going to give her a whipping!" Marcel confided shamefully.
Elijah was aghast, "Why would you think that? She's clearly not in her right mind. Now, you head to bed, too."
Klaus came to the doorway.
Marcel brushed off that suggestion, "I will stay here."
Klaus stepped in, "You will go to bed as your uncle suggested, young man."
"Papa, I am not a child. You two cannot order me about so. I am staying," Marcel said sitting down in a nearby chair.
Klaus growled, "I'm going to count to three…"
Marcel shrugged, "Fine."
"One. Do I need to pull your trousers down and spank your bare behind right now?" Klaus asked pointedly.
"Papa!" Marcel hissed in embarrassment.
"Two," Klaus said slowly.
"Marcellus, please obey your father, you look exhausted. I will stay with Rebekah," Elijah promised.
"Three," Klaus said shortly. Marcel's eyes widened as Klaus vamped over and clamped a tight grip on his upper arm. He pulled him up and to his own bedroom. Elijah took the sit Marcel vacated.
Marcel's Room
"Papa, I am sorry, do not spank me!" Marcel sobbed. He knew he had miscalculated.
"Stop fighting me, I am going to use the hairbrush," Klaus warned.
Marcel wiped his tears away and felt Klaus undo his trousers.
"I was worried about her," Marcel spat out.
"She was not in danger from us. You know better," Klaus said sitting on the bed. He yanked down Marcel's suit pants and bent him over the bed.
"I know," Marcel moaned. His drawers were still up, but he knew not for long.
"What happens when we get to three?" Klaus asked patting his son's upturned rear lightly.
"I g-get s-spanked," Marcel cried.
"On?" Klaus prompted patting a little firmer. Pat! Pat!
"I get smacked on my bare behind," Marcel wept. "But I do not want to..."
"It is too late. You disobeyed me and now your pants are coming down for a good spanking. Do not get up," Klaus said sternly. Whack! Whack! Whack! Klaus whacked Marcel over his cotton drawers firmly.
"Nooooo, P-Papa!" Marcel called out. He tried to get out of position, but Klaus held him down with his left hand. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus grabbed the waistband of Marcel's drawers and loosened them. He pulled them down to meet Marcel's trousers at his knees. Marcel thrashed and Klaus let him up.
"Take your drawers and trousers completely off. Now," Klaus demanded.
Marcel sniffed, but obeyed and stepped out. Klaus now lifted Marcel completely over his lap.
"You can go ahead and kick like the naughty boy you behaved like," Klaus said flipping Marcel's shirt out of the way. Smack! Smack! Klaus began to pepper Marcel's seat with heavy slaps back and forth.
Marcel tried to avoid squirming, but the sting was building. Without his trousers on, Marcel was free to kick freely. He tried not to protect his backside with his feet, but it became a struggle as the pain built. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Marcel buried his face in his elbow and tried to stop crying, but he couldn't. Smack! Smack!
Soon, Klaus began spanking Marcel's sit spots hard. Marcel shifted and tried to move his bottom out of the way only to get pinned back into place. Klaus resumed smacking Marcel across both cheeks in the same spot over and over again.
"I am sorry, P-Papa. I should have l-listened. N-No more," Marcel sobbed.
"Are you going to go right to bed?" Klaus asked, still spanking, albeit more lightly. Marcel's behind was starting to glow.
"Yes, I-I will," Marcel whimpered. Klaus wrapped up the spanking with four hard swats to each cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Marcel could not take more of the burning sensation and just wailed. Klaus' hand was aching.
"Alright, Son, that is all. All over," Klaus said abruptly. He gave Marcel a moment to settle down. He shifted him to put him face down in the bed. Klaus got up and got Marcel's pajamas out of his drawer.
"Come on, let Papa help you dress," Klaus helped Marcel take off his shirt and put on a long night shirt. Klaus went to the wash basin and poured some water on a cloth to wipe Marcel's face.
"So sorry, Papa," Marcel whimpered.
"I know. Rebekah will be fine. Elijah will tend to her. Now, will she escape punishment for stealing the motor car and all that? I do not know. But whatever happens, I hope you trust, we will take care of her," Klaus said as he gently cleaned Marcel's face.
"She did not s-steal it, she b-borrowed it," Marcel joked. Klaus smiled indulgently at his son.
Klaus took off his own boots and got in bed besides Marcel. He pulled him into his arms and held him.
"I love you. I am sorry our trip got cut short. But we can go back when you like," Klaus offered.
"Thank you, Papa. I love you, too," Marcel whispered.
"Go to sleep now. I will stay a little while," Klaus promised. He watched Marcel as he fell asleep, he knew his son was tired and needed to sleep.
McComb, Mississippi
Pike County
Lovely awoke feeling different. No one ever told her she was a seer, but when the vampire first came to see her grandmother twenty some years earlier, she had seen her own death. As soon as the vampire left, she had consumed his blood and waited.
Now them burning down the diner, that was unexpected...But Lovely had bigger issues. She was hungry, for blood. She best find some blood and fast. Day light was coming quickly and she did not have much time.