Chapter 7
Godforsaken city
2 days later
"The city of New Orleans. People of all stripes and flavors from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are just looking for fun. Some are looking for something a little darker… more dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and we give it to them. Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes. And it's time to feed."
Klaus stood on the balcony with Marcel, watching vampires attacking the partying crowd on the courtyard.
"This is how I keep my guys happy," Marcel continued, looking more than pleased with himself. "The occasional all-you-can-eat buffet. My nightwalkers love it, got them working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My daywalkers, the trusted few, they just like to party."
"Hmm," Klaus hummed as he observed the screaming humans who tried desperately to escape. Of course that was useless. "It's quite an operation. Tell me, what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig."
"Can't kill them all," Marcel replied. "Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memories, send them on their way. No muss, no fuss."
"I'm impressed," Klaus stated.
Marcel smiled.
"Nothing I didn't learn from you, back in the day."
Klaus smiled as well, although he was very annoyed. He had raised Marcel, took him under his wing, taught him everything and now… Now Marcel had everything Klaus had ever wanted. That didn't sit well with Klaus at all. He refused to admit that he would have been jealous, but he was still going to take back what was rightfully his.
"Marcel," Thierry said as he walked towards him and Klaus.
"What's up, Thierry?" Marcel asked.
"Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Nightwalkers. No one saw who."
Klaus suppressed a smile; he had a pretty good guess who had killed those men. Apparently Elijah had made few calls.
"Now that was fun," Kol hummed as he wiped blood off his face. "Just like good old times. An old fashioned bar fight."
Rebekah smiled, she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it as well. Those idiots had messed with the wrong people. Rebekah glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror and licked her bloody lip. She was driving, despite of Kol's protests. He leaned back on his seat and sighed.
"New Orleans… I can't believe I'm here again."
"Me neither," Rebekah murmured.
She most certainly wouldn't have come here if Elijah wouldn't have asked for her help. He was going to become a father. How was that possible? Apparently no one knew the answer to that yet. Of course Rebekah was happy for him and she would do everything she could to help him, but she couldn't deny that she also envied him.
"So, what do you think she's like?" Kol asked after a moment of silence.
"Who?"
"The girl Elijah knocked up."
"Oh right. I don't know, Elijah didn't tell much about her."
"Well, he does have a certain type. You know, Tatia, Katerina, Elena…"
"Yes, he doesn't have a very good taste as far as women are concerned," Rebekah snorted.
Kol grinned.
"I have to agree, sister dear."
"Oh please, like your taste would be any better."
"What, I like pretty little things with sharp tongues. Especially if they know how to use that tongue."
Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Would you mind? I just ate."
"Oh come on, you're not exactly a chaste lady yourself," Kol chuckled.
"Shut up, Kol."
"I just meant…"
"And I meant what I said; shut up."
"Hmm, someone's in a good mood…"
Rebekah didn't reply to that, she really wasn't in a good mood. The last thing she wanted was to be back in this damn godforsaken city. Once again she had to remind herself why she was here. For Elijah. He had always been there for her, so this was the least she could do for him.
"Oh, I remember this place," Kol stated as they arrived at the old governor's mansion.
Rebekah pressed her lips together; she really didn't want to be here. This house was full of unpleasant memories. She had met Emil, the governor's son, in this house. And she had lost him here, thanks to Nik.
"Well then," Kol hummed cheerfully and got out of the car. "Let's go and say hi."
Rebekah followed him to the front door, he didn't bother to knock.
"Honey, I'm home!" he announced while yanking the door open.
A young woman appeared from the living room, she was looking at Kol and Rebekah cautiously. She was pretty and Rebekah was pleased to notice that she didn't look like Tatia. No olive skin, no doe eyes, no chocolate brown hair… This girl had a pale skin, light blue eyes and light brown hair. She was wearing pink printed top and black Capri pants.
"Hello there," Kol greeted her smiling. "You must be Cate."
"Yes," she replied cautiously. "And you are…?"
Kol zoomed in front of her and took her hand.
"Kol Mikaelson, Elijah's younger and more handsome brother," he purred and kissed her hand.
Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Where's Elijah?" she asked.
"He had some errand to run, he should be here soon," Cate replied.
"Good," Rebekah huffed. "I'm only here because of him."
"Really, sister?" Nik's voice said. "I'm hurt."
Rebekah turned to face him and crossed her arms.
"Hello, Nik. How is my narcissistic, backstabbing brother?"
"You forgot despotic and delusional," Kol added cheerfully. "Hi, Nik."
"Kol," Nik replied. "Bekah. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing."
"They were very rude," Rebekah huffed. "Weren't they, Kol?"
"Yes, they were. Foolish children didn't have any manners."
"I'm sorry, were they friends of yours?" Rebekah snorted. "No wait, you don't have any friends."
"I do have friends," Nik replied coolly. "Like Marcel for example. You remember him, don't you, sister?"
Nik smiled when Rebekah tensed.
"Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the king of the Quarter these days and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you."
"Oh please," Kol chuckled. "I'm so scared."
"I don't care about Marcel or his rules," Rebekah stated icily. "As I said, I'm only here for Elijah."
