2. Princess Grace & Nik
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Warnings: Spoilers for Originals Season 1 Episode 1, Spoilers for The Vampire Diaries Season 4 Episode 20, Cami Bashing, Cursing, Suicidal thoughts, Suggestive content, alcohol , I'm not sure if I lined the events up correctly - I just went with the order that felt the smoothest, Blood, Violence, Gore (-? I'm not sure if this would reach the gore tag - but better safe than sorry)
Today's Special
"A person has to keep something to herself or your life is just a layout in a magazine."
~Grace Kelly
Two & A Half Years Later
Caroline thrummed her fingers on the counter as she waited for her drink. Her eyes glanced towards the coffee shop's entrance as she heard the bell on the door jingle.
She let out a curse underneath her breath as she saw Marcel enter, the vampire's eyes instantly went towards her.
"Really?" Marcel asks, using the disappointed tone he knew she just hated. It made her feel like a child, but worse than that, it made her feel like she had let him down.
Caroline shook her head, refusing to feel as if she was in the wrong this time, "Relax." She said casually, "I just wanted an iced coffee. It's like an oven outside."
"Yeah, well you should have told your guards to get you one then." Marcel reminded her.
Caroline rolled her eyes, "I can get my own drinks. Plus, they are supposed to protect me, not act like my servants."
"It's not that and you know it." Marcel said firmly. "You know the schedule is there to keep you safe. I don't mind you going to school-"
"Online." Caroline corrected.
Marcel sighed, "Online school and going in to write your tests, but other than that you need to stay inside. Where it's safe. You know the witches will do anything to get to you and Davina."
"Me and Davina can take them, and you know it. You don't need to keep us locked in the tower anymore Mother Gothel." Caroline joked, but the vampire easily heard the underlying tone of bitterness in her voice.
"I don't want you to feel trapped. I'm just trying to protect you to the best of my abilities." The vampire tried to reason.
"I know." Caroline sighed.
"Just a little bit longer now." Marcel told her gently. "Once the reaping phase passes, and they lose all their power, you and Davina can go wherever you want without fear."
Caroline looks down at her feet, "It's been years."
Marcel nodded, "And we're almost at the finish line. So go write your test, and then head straight home. Ok."
"Fine." Caroline sighed.
She then glanced at him, curious she asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I-I was- you see-" Marcel glanced to the side and Caroline followed his gaze and felt her lips turn downward.
"Really?" the witch asked, disgusted. "You know you can do so much better than her, right?" she asked, glaring at the other blond.
"Playing the protective daughter?" Marcel teased.
Caroline rolls her eyes. "Well when you act like a love sick puppy, someone has to. Just because she looks like her, doesn't mean you need to love her."
"It's not that." Marcel protested.
"Isn't it?" Caroline asks. "You may be able to fool your mind, but you won't be able to fool your heart." She says, poking his chest.
"Is this your new strategy?" Marcel asks with a raised eyebrow.
The blond shrugs, "Say something old and screw with your head until you finally realize she's a fraud. Yeah." She answers, as if it's obvious. "Therapists are supposed to help you, not judge you."
"Princess Grace of Monaco." The barista called, unsure.
"Oh, that's me." Caroline said, getting up to grab her drink. When the women behind the counter continued to stare at her, the witch offered a bright smile, "My parents were huge fans."
The barista let out a unsure chuckle and handed her the drink.
"Now head to class." Marcel ordered.
"Was already planning on it." Caroline answered, walking towards the exit. "I can not miss this test."
Before she could open the door, someone else pulled it open from the outside. Caroline paused, unable to stop herself from checking the guy out.
He was tall and dressed in dark genes and a light grey henley. He had curly dirty blond hair with piercing blue eyes.
His eyes traveled down her body, but stopped once it reached the cup in her hands, "Princess Grace?" He asked, chukling.
Caroline glared at him, "So what?"
"Well, see you around your majesty." The man smiled, holding the door open for her.
Caroline huffed and walked out with an extra sway in her hips, knowingly, still feeling his stare on her back until she rounded the corner.
Later that night Caroline got dressed in a loose, flowy black, sleeveless shirt, with spaghetti straps. She paired it with simple blue jeans, wanting to fit into the background tonight.
"You're sneaking out again?" Davina asked from her bed, where she was working on a sketch.
"Well if Marcel didn't want me leaving, then he should have guards who aren't so easily fooled by an illusion spell." Caroline said, defending herself.
Davina put the pencil down and turned her body to face the older witch, who was currently in the process of arranging pillows under her blanket and then covering them with an illusion spell. "What if someone attacks you?"
Caroline rolled her eyes, "Please, if someone attacks me, and can actually take me down, then those chumps wouldn't be any good."
"The witches-"
"Have no power, at least compared to us. And soon, they won't have any power at all." Caroline said confidently.
"Oh, and what about the Originals? Marcel's worried." Davina reminded her.
"Please, weren't you the one who said we could take them." Caroline reminded her. "What happened to all that confidence?" She teased.
"It turned into concern. I'm worried about you." Davina answered.
Caroline's expression softened and she walked over to her, "I know. But I'll be fine." She said, trying to reassure the other witch. "We only live once. We aren't vampires. We won't be the same age forever. So we gotta live in the moment."
Davina sighed, Caroline was always the one who hated having to stay in the attic more than anything. "Stay safe."
"You could come with me." Caroline told her, walking over to the window, her black heels in hand.
"What? And who's going to cover your ass if Marcel comes to check in on us?" Davina teased playfully. "Plus, school dances aren't really my thing, I doubt full blown club ones would be any better."
Caroline nodded, "I'll be back by 2:30." She promised.
"You better be. If you aren't back by 2:31, I'm calling Marcel, and we're going to start a witch hunt for you." Davina threatened, smiling as Caroline climbed out the window.
Caroline stood in line, her heels tapping impatiently on the ground.
The bouncer looked at her, finding it hard to believe she was 21. "Name and age?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well I'm not sure about the second, but I'm pretty sure it was Princess Grace, wasn't it?" An accented voice answered for her.
Caroline turned her head to see the man from this morning smirking at her.
Her eyes narrowed, "And so what if I am?"
"Well I think it's a shame. She clearly wasn't even half as beautiful as you." The man answered without missing a beat.
Carolines face flushed, "You can't just go around saying things like that! I don't even know your name!"
"Nik." He answered. "You can call me Nik."
"Still-"
"What if I buy you a drink? Hm? Would that help?" Without waiting for a response, he turned to the bouncer, his pupils dilating, "You're going to let me, and the princess in."
The man repeated the words back without emotions, and Caroline's spine straightened up. "You're a vampire."
Nik extended his hand towards her, "Come on love. Give me a chance. I dare you."
Caroline looked at his outstretched hand. She knew it wasn't possible, seeing that she's a witch, but she still found herself compelled to give him a chance.
"Fine." She answered, placing her hand in his and letting him lead her inside.
Caroline found a booth in a corner, and she took the seat facing the entrance, making sure she could see the doorway clearly.
Nik joined her, two shots in hand.
The witch raised an eyebrow, "Trying to get me drunk already?"
"You know my name, and yet I'm still calling you princess. I need to level the playing field somehow." He smirked.
Caroline filt the corner of her lips turning upwards as she took the drink, "That would be a lot fair if I didn't know how high your alcohol metabolism actually was. I'd say the deck is more than in your favor."
Nik gave her a boyish smile, but there was nothing innocent about the monster lurking in his eyes, that had long since picked up on the magic dancing along her skin.
He hadn't confirmed it before, but now he knew for sure that she definitely had magic flowing through her blood and set into her bones.
She's a witch.
He knew for sure now that wearing the necklace he had designed to mask his wolf was a wise decision. It would be a waste to scare her off before he even got to know her.
Caroline took the shot, not once breaking eye contact, waiting for him to down his own. The original didn't disappoint, downing the shot in one go, he leaned on the table with his elbows, "Now, any chance I can get your name?" He asked, eyes daring her.
"You may earn it before the night's up," The witch answered, pushing back, "If you play your cards right."
Nik smirked, he knew she'd be interesting, and she hadn't let him down.
Caroline felt her vision grow fussy, and felt the familiar tug whenever someone used magic as an image of Jane-Anne Deveraux appeared in her mind.
She shook the dizziness away and could feel Nik's stare on her. She felt his blue eyes stare into her own, as a frown appeared on his face.
Caroline gave him a shaky smile, "Witchy migraine."
He raised an eyebrow, "I thought witches weren't allowed to use magic here?"
"They aren't." Caroline agreed. "But the magic builds up inside of us, and causes us headaches."
It technically wasn't a lie.
As a result of the harvest, she and Davina now had Monique, Cassie, and Abiligals magic trapped inside of them.
Nik nodded, knowing what she was saying was true. He knew if Kol was here, he'd probably have a fit in seeing what Marcel was doing to the New Orleans witches. Whether Marcel knew it or not, he was slowly killing them.
"Can you get me a Sex in the Driveway?" Caroline asked.
The man smirked as his blue eyes sparked, "Why, is that a way of suggesting something."
The witch smirked, "And here I thought you were classier than that." She propped herself on her elbows and leaned forward, "Trust me, when I want something. I'm very clear about it." She said, her tone taking on a suggestive hint.
Seeing his breath caught in his lungs, she let out a laugh and leaned back into her chair. "The alcohol will help my headache." She answered, but what she really wanted was for him to get caught at the bar so she could slip out without him noticing.
She doubted he'd be the type to let her go without asking any questions, considering how much fun they've been having.
And the last thing she wanted was to snap his neck and end the night on a bad note.
Nik sighed, "That was mean love. Are you sure you want a Sex in the Driveway?"
Caroline raised an eyebrow, "And here I thought you'd be all for getting me drunk? My tongue is a lot looser with alcohol in my bloodstream you know."
Nik's eyes darkened, "Oh believe me love. I know much better ways to get answers. I wonder about all the things I can discover when your muscles are loose, and you're screaming my name. I think I'm a lot more likely to get yours then."
Now it was Caroline's turn to be left breathless, as the man pinned her with his look. His eyes making promises that the witch was more than tempted to accept.
"Will you be here when I come back?" The vampire asked.
Caroline let out a sigh as she quickly regained her confidence, "Why don't you get up and see? The only way you'll know for sure is when you come back. You'll either see me here, or not." Before Nik left the table, she added, "and no peeking."
Nik smirked at her, "You play a dangerous game."
"But isn't that what makes it so much fun?" Caroline teased, her grin turning sharper.
The witch watched him walk away, almost not wanting to get up. Her will was once again strengthened when she unlocked her phone and saw a message from Davina.
Davina: You saw her?
Caroline: Janne-Anne?
Caroline: Yeah
Caroline: Don't call Marcel yet
Davina: Why?
Caroline: I wanna be there when he kills her. I wanna be there to see her pay. Give me a 20 min start, I'll call him when I'm half way home so he doesn't know I was out tonight
Davina: Allright
Davina: Hurry up
Davina: If he doesn't catch her in the act, he'll know we waited and that you left
Caroline was halfway home when she found a quiet street and decided to call Marcel. The man picked up on the first ring.
"Janne-Anne." The witch said, having to stop walking so the vampire couldn't pick up on her footsteps.
"She used magic?" Marcel asked, surprised.
Caroline nodded, "She did. It was an identification spell, but a spell nonetheless."
"I'll handle it." The man told her. "Stay home-"
"No!" Caroline instantly protested. "That woman sentenced me and my friends to slaughter. I have the right to be there."
She heard him sigh on the other end, "Fine. Be ready, I'll come pick you up."
Meanwhile Klaus returned to the table, expecting to see the blond witch still sitting there, only to find an empty seat.
His eyes flashed amber as his wolf rose to the surface. Her scent of honey, cituris, and ginger was already embedded into his memory; and now, the wolf wanted to track her down. The wolf saw it as a challenge and wanted to chase after her.
And the man in Klaus couldn't help but agree.
But before he could carry the thought out, he got a message from Marcel, telling him to meet him.
He sighed and threw a longing look at the empty seat. Taking one last deep breath of her scent, he willed himself to walk out.
He didn't even know her name, but that didn't make him want her any less.
Caroline climbed up the fire escape and knocked on the window. Davina looked up and rushed to it, unlocking it.
"Thanks." The blond said, as she climbed in and began walking to her closet, she slipped off her black heels and pulled out a pair of socks from her dresser instead.
"So you're really going?" Davina asks.
"Of course I am. Aren't you?" Caroline asks, pulling on a cardigan and slipping into her black converse shoes. She whirled around to face her cousin, "That woman led her own daughter to the slaughter. She watched as we begged and begged for help. Doing nothing. I wanna watch her pay. Isn't that the only reason we stayed in New Orleans?"
Davina nodded, as she remembered the cold look that Janne-Anne had in her eyes despite watching her daughter get her throat slit.
"I'm going to." She nodded, pulling a jacket out of her own closet.
Caroline smiled, as they heard a knock on the door.
The blond's eyes widened as she remembered that she still would smell like the party, smoke, and alcohol. Moreover, she'd have Nik's scent on her. As light as it may be, a vampire as old as Marcel would be able to pick up on it. She picked up a perfume from the vanity and sprayed herself with it, from head to toe.
Davina gave her a moment, before walking to the door to open it.
Marcel raised an eyebrow at Davina, "You're coming to?"
The brunette nodded, "Caroline's right. I need to see this with my own two eyes. I wanna watch like she watched and did nothing well five girls - one of them being her own daughter, were led to their slaughter."
Marcel sighed, but he could easily understand where both girls were coming from. "Allright. Remember, to put a glamor on, and blend into the crowd. I don't want to risk it, especially when you're going to be that close to her. The last thing we need is her spotting you."
"It'll be fine." Caroline reassured him. "We know what we're doing."
Marcel nodded them, patting them on the shouldier, he led them out. "Whatever happens, stay closer, and look out for each other. Ok?"
"Ekáti, plýne mas méchri na mi fainómaste." Caroline whispered underneath her breath, letting her magic cover both her and Davina.
The spell was a simple glamor, but with it in place, the people around them would only see two black haired sisters, with plain brown eyes. Letting them easily blend into the ground and be forgotten.
"Come on." Caroline nodded at Davina, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd until they got a perfect view of the show that was about to take place.
One of Marcel's vampires dragged the witch in front of Marcel.
Not even three years ago, Caroline looked up to the witch, and if something like this had happened to them, she could see herself doing everything in her power to help the women.
But now, after everything she had done, the women, and her coven had lost any and all loyalty Caroline may have held for them.
"Jane-Anne Deveraux." Marcel announced, before turning to the ground, "Give it up for Jane-Anne. Come on." He said, as if he was an announcer on a late night T.V. show.
"Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth and enforced by me." He said, finally turning to the witch, a dark look beginning to appear in his eyes, "How do you plead?"
But as quickly as it had come, the look vanished. "Oh. Was that convincing? I studied law back in the fifties. It's all I know. Seriously, J, tick tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?" He repeated, forcing Janne-Anne to answer.
"I didn't do anything." The witch answers stubbornly.
But Marcel instantly called her out on her b.s, "That's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh?" He asked. "You tell me what magic you're brewing. Tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man."
Davina clenched Caroline's hand, and the older witches' eyes narrowed. No way. They had been waiting so long for this moment.
Waiting for her to slip up.
Waiting to see one of the women who was directly responsible for their life being destroyed, punished.
Caroline squeezed Davina's hand back. The reminder that she was there was the only reason the blond didn't shout out in protest.
"Rot in hell, monster." Janne-Anne growled.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance." He said, turning around, but before the witches eyes could soften, he turned around and slashed her neck, "Or not." He said, watching the woman collapse to the ground, her head barely attached to her shoulders.
Caroline flinched as a sudden image of Monique, and how the girl had fallen to the ground in a similar matter flashed before her eyes.
"Poetic justice." Caroline chukled, "I doubt she would want this. After all, Killer or not, the woman was her mother."
Davina turned to her, "It doesn't matter. We wanted this."
Caroline gave her cousin a small smile, it's true at first she desperately held onto the belief that they were doing this for their fallen friends.
But were they really?
No.
No they weren't.
This was for themselves.
It's true it's sad what happened to those girls, but they had died and left this plane behind.
But they had died, well Davina and Caroline struggled to survive.
Dying wasn't easy.
But the guilt, anger, and pain that came with living?
Death was easier in comparison.
Caroline turned her attention back to Marcel, she could see him talking to someone, but couldn't make the man out.
She shook her head, dismissing it as vampire business, something she liked to stay out of. That last thing she needed was another thing tying her to this city, after the magic all faded.
"You coming?" Davina asked, wanting to go back home.
"No. You go ahead. I wanna make sure we retrieve Janne-Anne's body." Caroline told her.
"Why?" The brunette asked.
"So the witches can't bury it ofcourse." Caroline answered, as Davina's eyes widened in understanding.
Caroline entered the party, but left it behind as soon as she stepped in and made a B-line for the bathroom instead, unable to stomach the way vampires were blatantly feeding on humans.
Her breath began to come out quicker as she felt her chest begin to cave into itself. Her hands quickly fumbled against the faucet handles as she struggled to turn it on. The second cold water began rushing out, she splashed it against her face.
The cold water ran down her face, and snapped her out of the panic attack that was beginning to hit her.
Caroline sighed as she leaned against the cold material of the sink, letting her forehead rest against it, she began to wonder where it had all gone wrong.
She wanted to make the witches pay, but why did it feel like she was the one paying the price?
She may be alive, but she couldn't truly live her life, with the threat of the witches and their harvest reaping constantly hanging over her head.
Would it have been better if she had died that night?
Is it already too late?
The blond shook her head, trying to shake all those thoughts away.
No! She couldn't!
She couldn't leave Davina alone with this burden.
She needs to hold out.
Just a little bit longer…
Loud music was booming through the area, as the party moved to cover the whole courtyard. Marcel and his vampires were dancing as they were high on both blood and drinks.
Klaus entered the courtyard, as Elijah observed from a balcony
"Hey, man, where'd you run off to?" Marcel asked, greeting his sire. He didn't notice it before, but now that he was closer to the man he could pick up scents that still lingered on him. One stood out to him, almost like it was citrus, and a hint of sweet note, but he couldn't pick it out exactly. The man had clearly been to a bar, and the strong scents of alcohol were covering the scent. Marcel just couldn't put his finger on what exactly he was smelling.
"You mean your minions aren't still documenting my every move?" Klaus asked, his tone was light, but Marcel, having been raised by him, could pick up the undertones of anger.
"Someone put you in a mood." Marcel commented, not realizing that a part of that mood resulted from Klaus being seperated from Marcel's ward - or more specifically the said ward running out on the thousand year old vampire. "What can I do?"
"What you can do is you can tell me what this thing is you have with the witches." Klaus said, stepping closer.
"We're back to that." Marcel sighed, hoping they were past that. But he knew better, Klaus would never let something like that go.
"Yeah, we're back to that." Klaus glared at him.
"You know I owe you everything I got," Marcel admitted honestly, "but I'm afraid I have to draw the line on this one. This is my business. I control the witches in my town. Let's just leave it at that."
"Your town?" Klaus asked, stepping away, almost as if he had been burned.
"Damn straight." Marcel nodded confidently.
"That's funny," Klaus chukled, "because when I left 100 years ago, you were just a pathetic little scrapper still trembling from the lashes of the whips of those who would keep you down, and now look at you – master of your domain, prince of the city." He said, lashing out bitterly.
The music stopped, as the people in the ground began to watch them, but Klaus paid them no mind. "I'd like to know how."
"Why?" Marcel asked, tilting his head as he saw a vampire and Thierry come up around Klaus. "Jealous?" The man questioned. But he then saw something dark appear in Klaus expresion and had to stop himself from flinching. He knew now was not the time to fight, and needed to cool the situation down before tensions rose even higher.
He wasn't ready to take on the originals.
Not yet.
"Hey, man, I get it." Marcel said, trying to cool the situation down, but still not willing to give up his footing. "Three hundred years ago, you helped build a backwater penal colony into something. You started it, but then you left." The man reminded his sire. "Actually, you ran from it. I saw it through. Look around. Vampires rule this city now. we don't have to live in the shadows like locals know their place they look the other way. I got rid of the werewolves. I even found a way to shut down the witches. The blood never stops flowing and the party never ends. You wanna pass on through? You wanna stay a while? Great. What's mine is yours, but it is mine." Marcel said fiercely. "My home, my family, my rules."
"And if someone breaks those rules?" Klaus asked, his voice adopting a sharp edge.
"They die. Mercy is for the weak." Marcel answered without backing down, and Klaus had to bury down the feeling of pride that rose in his chest. He was the one who-
"You taught me that, too. And I'm not the prince of the Quarter, friend. I'm the king! Show me some respect." Marcel growled out. There was only so much he could give, before his power and reputation collapsed. Something he couldn't let his people say, or everything he spent the last two centuries building would turn to ruin.
Klaus paused for a moment, before flashing towards one of the vampires that had tried to inch towards him, and bite him at the neck, his fangs mersously tearing through the younger vampire's neck. The decades the vampire had on him were nothing compared to Klaus' centuries, but those years were the only thing that prevented his bone from being crushed under the hybrid's ruthless attack. Any younger, and Klaus fangs would have torn through the bone like paper, ripping the man's head straight off his shoulders.
Klaus discards the man, dropping him like a rag doll, he turns to Marcel. Marcel flinches as he sees the blood dropping down Klaus' lips, and feels as if he's watching his kingdom bleed as the ground gives out from underneath him. He knows if he doesn't act quick, he'll be giving up everything.
"Your friend will be dead by the weekend," Klaus informs him. "which means I've broken one of your rules. And yet I cannot be killed." Klaus says, taunting the man he once called son. "I am immortal. Who has the power now, friend?"
Marcel could do nothing but stay silent, as he realized he was no longer looking at the man who raised him, but the Original who had seen the rise and fall of several empires.
The monsters that all creatures of the night feared.
Klaus Mikaelson.
Caroline looked at the pulsing wound on the man's neck, and the black spider web like veins that spread from it.
She let her fingers graze over the wounds, only for the man to let out a scream.
She winced as Marcel spoke from behind her, "Can you help him."
"If I push magic against the venom flowing through his blood, I can push it back towards the entrance. It's not a cure. I won't be able to remove it completely, it's already mixed with his blood. Nomatter how much of the venom I remove, it's already mixed with his blood. All I can do is slow it down."
"It's something." Marcel argued.
Caroline shook her head, "All that will do it prolong his suffering."
Marcel cursed underneath his breath, and Caroline threw one last look at the vampire, before standing to face the vampire. "Did you get Janne-Anne's body?" She asked.
"Yes." Marcel answered.
"Good." Caroline sighed, relieved, before letting out a yawn as the night's events caught up to her.
She wanted to go back and see if Nik would still be at the party, wanting to continue their conversation, but knew with Marcel here, the chances of that happening were next to none.
And she was right, because when the vampire saw her tired expression, he gently urged her to the door, "Come on. You've had an eventful night. You need to sleep. I'll take care of this."
Caroline nodded, "Sorry I couldn't help." She said, as Marcel got a call.
He answered his phone and listened to someone on the other end speak for a moment before getting angry, his frustrations of the night catching up to him.
"You find him, and then you call me." Marcel growled.
"Who was that?" Caroline asked.
"The vampires I had followed Klaus." He answered, sighing.
Caroline raised an eyebrow, "Where was seen last?"
"He went back to a party, the one he was at before." Marcel huffed, hating how Klaus put him in this position and was just going back about his night. "The one near your campus. Probably left a woman hanging and is going back to get laid."
Caroline let out a quiet sigh of relief. Maybe not trying to go back is for the best. She came close to meeting Klaus Mikaelson in person twice now. She managed to avoid him at the Club, and barely missed him at the courtyard party.
Marcel saw how Caroline looked worried and shook his head, "Don't worry. I know how to deal with Klaus." He said, trying to reassure her.
Elijah suddenly appeared into the room, surprising her. The original barley even glanced at the plain black haired, brown eyed girl that he saw. The witches glamor couldn't disease her heartbeat from vampire ears, especially ones as old as Elijah, but the man just assumed she was there as a meal for the injured vampire, and dismissed her, turning his attention to Marcel.
"Is that so? Please elaborate." He asked Marcel.
Marcel instantly recognised the man from his childhood. The man truly hadn't changed a bit, more like he couldn't. But still dressed in the finest clothes, he easily recognised him, "Elijah Mikaelson." He greeted, his body tensing.
This caused the entourage of vampire's around them to rise as well, ready to protect their master at the smallest signal. But Marcel dismissed them, "No. I got it. It's all good." The last thing he needed was a fight breaking out near Caroline, against an original no less.
Elijah pulled out the chair across from Marcel and took a seat, "It's time we had a little chat."
Caroline had to force her magic down, as it began to rise up in defense.
"Well if you're gonna talk, talk." Marcel said impatiently. "I got things to do."
"Oh my, you have grown quite confident over the last century, haven't you?" Elijah asked, reminding the man that even now, he was still only the scared little boy his brother had taken in, to him.
"Me?" Marcel asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'd say it's you and your brother who got cocky, coming to my town like you own the place."
"Well, we did own the place once. We were all quite happy here as I recall. But we could never control those pesky witches of the French Quarter. How do you do it?" Elijah asked, knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
"Your brother asked me the same question. I gave him the same answer: It's my business." He repeated, really getting sick of having to repeat the same thing to the brothers over and over again. "Everything in the Quarter is my business. Klaus comes into town all nice and friendly, then he starts looking down his nose at what I've down like it's some cheap knock-off of one of his dumb paintings, then he gets pissed of like a little bitch and bites one of my guys."
"Well, I do apologize for Klaus' poor behavior. I assume you know that that bite will kill your friend within a matter of days. Of course, Niklaus' blood would cure him." Elijah revealed the life saving information casually.
Caroline's eyes widened. It did make sense.
A snake can't kill itself with its own venom.
Klaus was the Original Hybrid. The first vampire that was a werewolf. No, he was a werewolf first, who became a vampire. So it's only natural his vampire side would blend with his werewolf, nuteriasing the poison that was toxic even to his siblings.
"What?" Marel asked, the mask of casualiness he was wearing, falling right off his face.
"Yes, apparently the blood of the hybrid will cure a werewolf bite. Quite a handy little thing when one needs leverage in negotiation." Elijah smirked, knowing he had Marcel's interest as well as the upper hand.
"What kind of negotiations are we talking about?" Marcel asked, knowing the price would be anything but cheap.
"Return the body of the witch Jane-Anne. Allow her people to put her to rest." Elijah revealed.
Marcel swallowed the curse that was about to escape his lips, down. He could hear Caroline's heart pick up speed. Elijah was still ignoring her, thankfully.
"What do you care about the witches?" Marcel asked, looking at Elijah so his gaze wouldn't wander to check on Caroline. The last thing he needed tonight was for Elijah to take an interest in her.
"Well, that's my business, now, isn't it?" Elijah taunted, repeating the words that Marcel had told him just a few moments ago.
Marcel glanced at Caroline from the corner of his eye. The glamor spell prevented him from seeing her, but he could clearly imagine her wide eyed expression underneath. How those brown eyes would be a dark shade of angry blue. How she would have shook her head and screamed that he was being crazy at him, if Elijah wasn't here.
Which only made what he was about to do, harder.
"Fine." He relented. "But I want the cure now. If my man dies, I swear I will kill Sophie as well, and then you can forget about ever getting what you want out of the Deveraux's."
Elijah took a threatening step towards Marcel at the information, but Marcel was done. He had enough of the Originals for one night. "LEAVE!" He roared. "Thierry will take you to the body." He said, glaring at the man in the suit.
Elijah returned the look head on, before sighing, and nodding to the vampire in the hat to show him where the witch was kept.
The second Elijah left, Caroline turned her furious look at Marcel. "How could you!" The witch shouted.
"I'm sorry Care." Marcel shook his head, "I had to."
"Had to! Do you have any idea what will happen now?" Caroline demanded.
"She'll be buried." Marcel said softly.
Caroline nodded sharpy, "And she'll find peace. She doesn't deserve peace! Not after what she's done!" She shouted, tears filling her eyes.
It wasn't fair!
Why would Janne-Anne get to be in peace?
After she killed her own daughter!
Destroyed Caroline and Davina's life!
"She doesn't deserve peace." Caroline said, her voice coming out hoarse as a result of the lump that was growing in her throat.
Marcel flinched as he saw tears well up in the young woman's eyes. "It's no fair Marcel. It's not fair."
"I know." Marcel said, trying to sooth her. "But it will all be over soon."
"When?" Caroline demanded. "Either we die, or we lose our magic and everything we've ever known." The blond confessed. As much as she was looking forward to putting this nightmare behind her. She knew that it wouldn't come without a price. The witches would lose all their magic, but Caroline and Davina would too. They would be giving up everything they had ever known.
"I-"
But Caroline shook her head, she didn't want to hear his excuses, or worse, see his pity. She turned around and ran out the door.
Davina was practicing lighting a candle on fire, well Caroline finished up an essay, when Marcel walked into the attic.
The blond glanced at him, her anger at him for giving away Janne-Anne's body still not completely gone.
"I assume it's all quite out there?" Marcel asked.
'The witches know better than to use magic." Davina answered. "They know we can sense it when they do.
Caroline sighed, "Still doesn't stop them from testing out powers here and there. Can't they just learn." She sighed. "Better to be alive, then cast a silly spell. It's not like we cut off their connection to magic. They can still feel it."
"Well they are going to lose their powers. And it'll all be on them." Davina smirked, and Caroline couldn't help but smile back.
"What about the old ones?" Davina asks, turning to Marcel. "They're dangerous, and I don't want them to hurt you."
"The originals?" Marcel asked.
Caroline nodded, going to stand beside her cousin.
"Girls, as powerful as you both are, they don't stand a chance." He told them confidently.
"Really?" Caroline asked, not sounding too sure. "Do we really need to fight them head on. Can't you just dagger them, like you said they used to do to each other?" She asked, remembering the stories Marcel used to tell them.
"Won't work on Klaus." Marcel shakes his head.
Caroline nods, "I guess it's time to make a to-do list." She says, causing the other two to let out a groan. "It may be handy to actually get close to an original and see what makes them tick."
Marcel nods, "I think I may know just the thing. Give me half a day."
Just as Marcel promised, when he came to visit the girls later that night, he brought a coffin with him.
"No way! You actually managed to get one of them!" Caroline gasped, jumping off the bed and running over to open the coffin.
Marcel smirked, "Did you ever doubt me."
"Kind of." Caroline teased.
Davina opened it and the girls looked inside intently, taking in the graying body of the man in the suit.
"This must be Elijah." Caroline notes.
Marcel nodded, "He is." When he saw Davina's hand inch towards the dagger he quickly stopped her. "No, don't remove the dagger."
Caroline nodded, turning to the brunette she said, "We should start putting some wards up."
"Don't you already have some?" Marcel asks. "Ones you review every week."
Davina nodded, "Yeah, well these won't be to keep things out, but to keep them in." She smiled.
Caroline touched the original, and felt a spark as she felt the magic running through him. And for the first time, she truly began to question if they could pull this off.
She shook her head, turning to Marcel and Davina, she knew that failure wasn't an option.
They needed to protect their home.
An amazing Guest commentator on FanficNet brought up the idea of killing Hayley off, an excellent suggestion I definitely will be considering. So, should Hayley die in childbirth?
Like I of course didn't plan to have her around forever, but just killing her off in childbirth. It is a great idea, and I can see the benefits of both. Keep her around to bash her some more, or kill her off and be done with her entitled attitude and have the baby grow up to call Caroline 'Mama'. Or better yet, keep Hayley around - but she can't get her head out of her ass fast enough - and Caroline still becomes 'Mama'. (Personally, I'm leaning towards option 3). Because my original plan was for Hayley to die in season 5 for this fic, (but I basically ignore her for most of it, because Klaroline is the main priority here.)
As for Cami, let's be honest, would you use a cheap knock off purse (Cami), when you can have the real thing (Caroline). Yeah, I didn't think so. So why would I make Klaus? (I am sorry if that came out a little too sassy. I saw something similar in a movie once, and honestly thought it could be a funny way to reveal that yep - there will DEFINITELY be Cami bashing.)
And I gotta admit, I wasn't a huge fan of how Elijah went around using Klaus' blood for leverage (when I think they were still not getting along at this point because he was trying to shove a baby down Klaus throat) so he could free Hayley. Like it's not your blood - you can't go around offering it like cash. It's like spending money that isn't yours - without asking the person who actually earned the money. In general, I liked Elijah a lot more in TVD, where he was actually cunning, and wasn't just high on baby fever.
Anyways,
KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!