Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International Airport
November 11, 2010

To say that he was beyond annoyed that his flight had been purposely diverted mid-flight would be an understatement. Adding in the fact of a particular pain in his posture, Elder Galen Vaughn, who had the nerve to instruct the flight crew not to inform the only other hunter on the flight until after they landed. The only positive thing he had gotten out of the flight was almost six and half hours of uninterrupted sleep. Still waking up and expecting to be in New Orleans instead of finding himself in Atlanta was rather vexing, at least, for himself.

At least the aircraft was once again fully fueled and now waiting for its turn to taxi on to the runway. Connor glanced down at his compass Fleur De la Croix had given him just before knocking him unconscious the needle was fortunately still pointed in the same direction which also coincided with their plane's final destination.

The Brotherhood owned a grand total of three Gulfstream G550 business jets. Connor and other hunters have, for the last ten years, argued they needed at least two more to meet the travel needs of their organization. But with the obvious appearance of the latest Petrova Doppelgänger the number of Mystical Hunters had increased to an unprecedented total of hundred and twenty-five, that need has only increased. It didn't help that rogue supernaturals had become more brazen in the last decade as well. Fortunately, Connor had started to hear grumblings from some of the Elders who were starting to talk about the small fleet of jet aircraft they had at their disposal was insufficient for their needs. It figures like any bureaucracy the only time action is taken is when the senior members are inconvenienced and not the other way around.

Even with the increase of hunters who bear the Hunter's Mark like himself; if it wasn't for the non-supernaturally enhanced which swelled their number into the nearly a thousand and their struggle against the very things that have plagued mankind would be for naught, but unfortunately, the majority of these additional hunters were regionally based.

Connor unfortunately had once too often witnessed many of these brave men and women die by the very hands they are trying to keep at bay from everyone else. What Renée had done could not be allowed to go unpunished and as her former mentor it was his responsibility to stake her himself. Which was going to be difficult enough, as it was without Elder Galen Vaughn breathing down his neck.

"You don't need to look so upset to see me, brother," Elder Galen Vaughn said, taking a seat across from Connor's own.

"I don't need an Elder watching over my shoulder as I take care of Renée Tremblay for her treasonous act myself, brother," Connor said, his voice grating out the word brother. They might be mystical hunters, but even after all these years with the Brotherhood it didn't feel the same as it had back with his old unit. He had served in the US Military for nearly a decade before his Hunter's Mark appeared after one horrible night. The same night, his unit was all but wiped out by a creature that shouldn't have existed; yet it had and seeing it with his own eyes feeding on his best friend had filled him with murderous rage. He swore to kill it. Somehow, he had survived and even killed the creature before the next day, and his life had forever changed.

Seeing it with his own eyes feeding on his best friend had filled him with murderous rage. He had sworn to kill it. Somehow, he had killed the creature and managed to survive. However, the next day, his life had changed forever as he knew it.

Being the then ever dutiful soldier, he was very thorough in his after action report. But no one took it seriously and anyone who even bothered reading it suggested that he had cracked under the pressure of combat. Which at that time he had vehemently denied. He eventually was discharged for supposed medical reasons by his superiors. In retrospect, his continual insistence that his unit had been attacked by a vampire and he had an invisible tattoo on his right hand didn't help matters. The improvised explosives had worked a little too well. The creature that had killed his friends had been literally blasted into tiny body parts and burned beyond recognition after a natural gas explosion was accidentally triggered by the bomb he planted as part of his trap.

Other than the Hunter's mark, as he later learned it was, he didn't have any proof. Even his new strength and other things which had increased were simply explained away as him being an elite soldier at the peak of his physical fitness and nothing more. Until then, the military had been his life. That was until Elder Galen Vaughn showed up on his grandmother's doorstop, who he had been forced to live with after leaving the Army.

"I have no doubt that you will take care of your former initiate. No, I'm more concerned about why she did this to herself? The last time an initiate like her picked vampirism over joining our ranks occurred just after my own Hunter's mark was activated."

Connor avoided looking at Galen's complete and now visible Hunter's Mark. His own had grown with every vampire he's dispatched, but he was far from being complete. The Elder had been a hunter just over hundred and forty years; depending on the hunter themselves, he could last another sixty years maintaining his physical prowess until the last decade before time finally catches up to him.

"I don't see why you didn't meet me in New Orleans, unless you have something to pass on to me about the current situation there?" Connor asked.

Galen smirked at his former student and drummed his fingers over his laptop to carry on. "I'll show you the latest Intel once we are airborne."

"It's only an hour and half flight. How about we stop wasting time and you just give me the abridged version? Don't forget I know you Galen. What are you really after? This had better not be about your obsession with Klaus Mikaelson," Connor's voice grated.

Galen smirk faded and the Elder's eyes watched Connor in a calculating manner before he sighed and relented to his companion's demand. "Have you ever heard of a vampire named Marcellus Gerard?"

"Vaguely?" Connor answered. He wasn't sure where the Elder was heading with this; the only thing he recalled about Marcellus Gerard was that he was a two hundred year old vampire- but not much more than that. There was something about New Orleans he vaguely remembered thanks to Galen being his mentor, but he tried his best to push out of his mind some of the things the Elder had focused on during his mentorship. Things that at the time had seemed irrelevant to their task of hunting down the blood suckers that preyed on humans at night.

"Well, our sources indicate that he believes himself to be the de facto Vampire King of New Orleans."


New Orleans
November 14, 2010

Sometimes, Marcel had to take a moment just to reflect how far he had come from being born not just a slave but also the bastard son of the now long dead Governor of the state of Louisiana to the undisputed leader of the vampire faction of the French Quarter. Of course, he much preferred the title of the king of New Orleans, but the witches were not fully brought to heel in his opinion. He was working on that specific detail, but it would take time to see if his machinations bore fruit. He knew through his lover that the secretive witches of French quarter were planning for a renewal ceremony early next year. But because of her own reluctance to practice witchcraft, it hampered his ability to learn what her Elder Bastianna Natale of the French Quarter Coven was up to in his city.

Not to say he didn't mind the secret affair he and Sophie Deveraux had been having for the last six months now. She was not Rebekah by any means, but he had started to really care for the light-hearted brunette witch. They had met almost by accident during Mardi Gras Celebrations back in February when she had returned from college out of state after dropping out. Needing a job, she had taken up a bartending job at Rousseau's. He was almost ashamed to admit that he had forgotten hearing she left for school a few years ago via second hand information. Marcel had to admit that she had matured extremely well in the intervening years away, so when he met her at the bar, he had been memorized by the young witch's beauty, but they didn't become lovers until mid-May.

He had almost single-handedly rebuilt the city after his and Rebekah's miscalculation of bringing her father to New Orleans. He had almost lost his life all in the name of love, but rather than being able to start his life with her without his father figure dictating how they could live their lives. His respect for Klaus Mikaelson had all but ceased when the Mikaelson family fled, leaving him for dead in the wreckage of the once grand New Orleans Opera House in the midst of a burning city. Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah managed to hastily escape, none of them even attempted to ascertain that he had survived and had created a subsequent power vacuum in the city's supernatural community. At the time he seriously considered following them, but New Orleans was his home and unlike the Mikealsons he wouldn't abandon her to the chaos that followed. It had taken him years to rebuild the city and bolster his fiefdom.

"Everything alright, Marcel? You just seem like you're a million miles away," Sophie asked, pressing her still naked body in his. The one good thing about making love to a witch was they could take more than average human beings and had a higher degree of stamina.

"Sorry sweetheart, just thinking… Mmm… Now where were we?" He growled into her bare neck, his lips teasing the tender flesh. His fangs ached to sink into her inviting neck, but he had already fed from her during their previous love making. Witch that she was, even she had her limitations he had to respect.

Rolling her onto her back, he slid his body over hers, pressing her firmly into the mattress in response as she wrapped her legs possessively around his waist. His member having instantly becoming hard rubbing against her inviting sex. Eliciting a moan of wanton pleasure from his little witch.

Before they could get started again, Marcel's phone started vibrating on the wood floor where, if he had to guess, it must have fallen out when they were otherwise too busy removing the various bits of their clothing to notice.

"You know they won't stop calling until you answer, right?" Sophie said, not even attempting to hide her own vexation with their time being short circuited by one of his lieutenants. He knew she was right. A part of him wanted to ignore her admonishment, but he couldn't ignore his responsibilities to his people, either. Giving her an apologetic look he retrieved his phone.

"It's late Thierry. This had better be important!" Marcel snapped.

"Boss, I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't. We found the two rogue vampires as you ordered, but we have another problem," his right-hand man, Thierry Vanchure, said. He had been with Marcel for nearly seven decades ever since finding him dying just outside a VA hospital. There was no question of whom his loyalties lie towards.

"What is it?"

"Diego and I found that they are being followed by two humans. We kept our distance, and we overheard some of their conversation and-" Thierry paused.

Marcel waited for him to finish and looked at Sophie who was sitting upright not bothering to cover her nakedness with the bed sheets, watching him in silent interest. This wasn't the first time they had to keep their affair a secret and thankfully she understood that vampire hearing even over the phone was still remarkably sensitive. She wasn't even breathing and while he did appreciate the gesture he also knew she couldn't hold it for long.

"And?! What?" Marcel barked.

"Based on what we heard so far, Diego and I both agree they are most likely wannabe vampire hunters," Thierry finished in rush of annoyance. It wasn't the first time his city had an alleged vampire hunter grace the Quarter.

"Son of a bitch. Where are you and where are they?" Marcel demanded, giving his lover an apologetic look. He didn't particularly approve of himself swearing in front of women, especially someone he was sleeping with.

"We are by the Riverfront, and I left Diego to keep an eye on everybody before I called you."

"On my way. Don't intervene unless these so called vampire hunters act first," Marcel ordered.

"Understood, Boss. We'll be waiting."

Marcel ended the call and quickly dressed. He bent down to his lover, kissing her on her forehead before turning to leave.

"Do you want me to follow you just in case you need some witchy backup?" she asked, pulling on her own discarded clothing. His shoulders stiffened, but quickly relaxed as he turned to cup her face in his hands.

"As much as I want to say, yes they would smell you on me and vice versa. So I'll have to pass sweetheart. I'll call you if I need help though," Marcel said apologetically before leaning in to kiss her on the lips before finally disappearing from the room they reserved for their private rendezvous. Not even his two trusted vampires were aware of his affair with Sophie Deveraux.

"Okay, be safe." She called out after him, knowing full well he could still hear her.


New Orleans, Riverfront
November 14, 2010

Connor had been growing increasingly frustrated with the built-in limitations of the enchanted compass the witch had gifted to him. The betting side of him wouldn't take the odds that Fleur De la Croix hadn't planned for his use of the item to play out this way. Granted, it was immensely helpful. He would have had to rely on the Brotherhood's network to gain evidence to his former initiates whereabouts, but it only gave him a bearing towards his target. For the first two nights, they had spent the majority of their time attempting to triangulate on Renée Tremblay and her vampire lover.

Unfortunately, the two vampires that both hunters were attempting to track didn't have a home base. They wrongly assumed that they were operating out of as both he and the Elder had first believed upon their arrival in 'The Big Easy' just a few days before.

Based on the intelligence Galen had brought with him on the flight, both of the vampires they were attempting to track each had a daylight amulet. So they weren't restricted by the approach of dawn, as most vampires they've hunted over the years had to inevitably seek shelter from the sun's harmful effects to them.

Another limitation of the compass was it only appeared to work for Connor much to the annoyance of the Elder hunter something that Connor found both amusing and rather annoying. This was his hunt and Elder status or not Connor had no intention of letting Galen Vaughn take it from him. Even though they hadn't before today had eyes on their targets together, they had found enough grisly evidence that Renée Tremblay and her unnamed vampire lover presence were both still in the city.

It was quite by accident that they found the last hideout for the vampire Bonnie and Clyde pair. In one seemingly normal family home they had found The bodies of two children no older than ten or thirteen which were bled dry in front of the bodies of their parents. Both adults, whom based on their tormented expressions fixed only by rigor mortis had to have been alive to witness their children's death. It had filled Connor with a murderous rage. He personally wanted to pull Renée's undead heart from her chest cavity with his bare hands.

As horrible as it had been to find the deceased family, it hadn't been a complete loss and as horrible as it felt, at least to him, they found their biggest break that afternoon when they investigated the once peaceful family home. Connor had been the first to notice that the vehicle parked in the driveway wasn't even remotely a family orientated vehicle. Even though Renée had tried to erase that she had used the vehicle, the stray empty blood bag he found under the driver's seat when he investigated had been too obvious even for him to ignore.

But it was Galen who ultimately figured out the make of the missing family car based on pictures he fortunately found on the deceased father's cellphone. Thanks to a quick call to Cortney- who still insisted on being called Cortana- helped them not only to ascertain their location based on the LoJack System of their stolen vehicle but she was able to hack a traffic camera that caught Renée Tremblay herself sitting in the passenger seat. Now, with that information and with the help of the compass, Connor had localized their targets to the New Orleans Riverfront.

Connor caught Galen's eyes watching him from his vantage point and nodded in understanding. They were not going to let Renée get away with her plans for the evening. He hated to admit that even in the short amount of time she had to adjust to becoming a blood drinking immortal her skills with compulsion were exceptional. She was luring her victim a young man, into nearby trees of Woldenberg Park away from the famous Moonwalk walkway.

Connor and Galen waited until Renée and her lover sandwiched the compliant human between them. In the intelligence that Galen had produced as what he could only guess was a peace offering for intruding into his hunt, the report held the identity of her lover, but since he was going to die Connor didn't really care to learn his name- not after they'd found the murdered family. He hated seeing children getting caught up in the supernatural nonsense of their world.

While they were not as fast as vampires, they were fast enough for another trick they had, but it took years to hone it before they could slow their heartbeat so as not to otherwise alert a previously unaware vampire. Readying his weapon, he halted his approach until Galen was in his peripheral vision. It seemed that his former mentor was going to let him, for now, take the lead on this encounter.

"Bonjour Renée, pensais-nu vraiment que tu t'éloignerais de moi?" Connor's voice broke the silence, which had only been punctuated by the ruckus sounds of the few party river boats navigating through the Mississippi River with their drunken tourists not aware of the dangerous creatures lurking on the shore.

His former initiate froze mid bite of their intended young victim, Connor didn't miss the look of emotion, that however brief it was, crossed her features before she quickly schooled them into a near perfect pleasant smile. As if she were greeting an old friend.

"Hunter Connor how did you find me?" Renée asked, trying not to sound too concerned, but Connor could hear the sound of trepidation which laced her accented voice. Taking a step away from her lover and evening meal to better face her former mentor. He could tell by her stance she hadn't entirely forsaken everything he had taught her, but would she fight or flee was the real question.

"You made quite a few mistakes, Renée. The biggest one gave me the ability to find you; I would have thought double crossing Fleur De la Croix instead of just paying her the remainder of the amount you promised her would've been a non squirter decision, Renee. Tell me did you panic or were you simply acting out of a high on blood after killing twelve people? What did I teach you when dealing with witches?" Connor answered. To emphasize what he meant, Connor lifted up the compass, moving his hand just enough to show how the needle stayed fixated on her.

It still took her a full minute to connect that the compass wasn't pointing at her specifically but at her Daylight ring. Once she did Renee, let loose an impressive array of implicative curses in French. Connor managed not to smirk as she appeared to be rather tempted to remove the traitorous ring from her, being not that it would have mattered. The sun had already set in the west. No matter, she wasn't leaving this park alive.

"Renée dearest, who is this bore of a human?" The vampire asked with a sneer, but he seemed puzzled by his lover's weary inaction, which made Connor smile. Did she not bother to tell him what could happen to him if they killed a Mystical Hunter?

"Émile, this is my former mentor, Connor Jordan, but I don't know who his- Mon Dieu!" She noticed Galen's bare hands covered with a complete Hunter's mark, her complexion somehow turned ashen. Taking a step back, her lover's confusion only increased.

"Renée, just kill them and be done with your former life!" Émile ordered.

Keeping Connor in her sight, Renée hazarded a quick glance at her lover before shaking her head in disagreement. "Émile I cannot kill him. There are things I haven't told you- NO ÉMILE! CONNOR PLEASE!"

It felt as if the world slowed down as Connor watched, but he already understood it was his hunter training and enhanced senses triggering as his former pupil. As she tried to reach for her lover but she had acted far too late. Émile with a burst of vampire speed was on Galen but had a look of surprise as the Elder Hunter dodged with inhuman speed of a hunter to the side, allowing the vampire to just miss him. However, the surprised look was quickly replaced with a look of utter horror as Galen's arm thrust a stake into his chest. As if on queue his sense of time switched back to its normal progression.

"NO!" Renée cried in anguish as she rushed towards her fallen lover. Connor was surprised that Galen didn't immediately dispatch her, but then he had made the Elder promise that whatever happened Renée Tremblay would die by his hand.

"STOP! What the hell are you all doing in my city?" A new voice cut through the sobbing of his former initiate.


New Orleans, Riverfront
November 14, 2010

Marcel met his two lieutenants in stark silence. Thankfully, he trusted his people to do as he ordered and so far they hadn't intervened. He had been looking for these two vampires for days now ever since he was alerted to the rise of bodies in hunting grounds his people had weeks earlier been told to avoid because of one too many close calls with the locals. Not every one of his nightwalkers were as skilled in compulsion as some of his older vampires. The human faction, which was well aware of their existence, had politely asked him to help quiet things down, and Marcel had agreed. One good thing his surrogate father had taught him was to listen to others maybe not exactly the way Klaus Mikaelson would have phrased it, but this was his city now. He could run it however he wanted Klaus or Elijah be damned Marcel thought as they observed in silence.

He made no move to stop the two intruding vampires as they started to feed on the human they'd separated from his party group. As a vampire, for the most part, he knew better than to judge most hunting habits of his kind; though he did have a strict rule about not harming children. Memories of his youth would have threatened to rush to the forefront of his thoughts if he hadn't ruthlessly forced them down.

If it had been a kid they'd gone after, Marcel would have killed them himself, but only after torturing them as a lesson to his own vampires. In his city, everyone else was fair game, but children were another story entirely.

Marcel made eye contact with his men and after a minute, both of them understood his unspoken order to follow his lead. Diego could be impulsive at times, but he still trusted the man he saved his life after werewolves killed off his family, leaving him for dead. So his loyalty to Marcel was assured. They watched as the two supposed hunters edged into the park and something about their movement made Marcel's gaze harden. There was something that worried him and he didn't like that particular feeling.

"Bonjour Renée, pensais-tu vraiment que tu t'éloignerais de moi?" One of the hunters said in near perfect French Marcel noted. There was something about how the man held himself that reminded him of his own time in the US Military during the war to end all wars. Things were only getting more complicated. More than once had self-stylized vampire hunters entered his city. Something that had only gotten worse when Anne Rice's book had unfortunately been made into a movie. He'd much preferred the book version than what had graced the silver screen.

Marcel couldn't help to notice how the vampire he now had a name for reacted. So far, it seemed they were familiar with each other. Most vampires and their hunters seldom associate, so their curious interaction made him want to learn more before he intervened.

"Hunter Connor, how did you find me?" Renée said, but even from where he stood watching, he could hear how her heart rate rocketed from the encounter. She knew he was a hunter, so why she and her partner weren't attacking or running only concerned him more. Something was going on in his city, and he had to understand why.

"You made quite a few mistakes, Renée. The biggest one gave me the ability to find you; I would have thought double crossing Fleur De la Croix instead of just paying her the remainder of the amount you promised her would've been a non squirter decision, Renee. Tell me did you panic or were you simply acting out of a high on blood after killing twelve people? What did I teach you when dealing with witches?" The hunter she called Connor explained for her and unknowingly to his benefit as well.

The fact that this human and his companion appeared to possess knowledge of not just vampires but witches was rather disturbing for Marcel's liking. He was already having enough problems with Bastianna Natale's French Quarter Coven and whatever they were planning for early next year. He almost missed hearing the female vampire's companion join in the tense standoff.

"Renée dearest, who is this bore of a human?" The vampire asked Marcel shook his head in pity. Whomever he was, he didn't seem to observe how both hunters were holding themselves. He still didn't believe they would manage to kill one of the errant vampires, and he was tempted to see how far it went before he intervened. He highly doubted they would be able to do much of anything.

"Émile, this is my former mentor Connor Jordan, but I don't know who his- Mon Dieu!" Renée said by way of introducing them Marcel alerted to her sudden alarm. He focused on what she was obviously looking at. There was something about the elaborate tattoo on the hunter who still hadn't spoken yet, inked onto his hands, that for his immortal life he remembered seeing; but it had been back before he'd become a vampire even. Her weary gaze on both hunters, especially the hunter with the strange tattoo, was telling him that something was different here. Not like all the other would be hunters that come looking for vampires in his city.

"Renée, just kill them and be done with your former life!"

Marcel didn't visibly react to his words; instead, he watched how this Renée person was shifting her gaze between her probable lover and the two humans who interrupted their meal.

"Émile I cannot kill him. There are things I haven't told you- NO ÉMILE! CONNOR PLEASE!"

Marcel could hardly believe his eyes as he hazarded a side glance over at his men and they appeared as stunned as he felt. He had been watching the African American Hunter, considering he had a wood stake concealed in his hand. But he had missed the concealed weapon his companion must have had. That wouldn't have mattered, not unless they unusually caught their vampire victims by surprise. The other hunter moved faster than the normal reaction speed of typical human. Regardless of his speed he was obviously very deadly with the stake.

"NO!" Renée cried in anguish as she rushed towards her fallen lover. Marcel, even from his hiding spot could see that her probable lover's skin was already starting to gray. She apparently understood the implications as well as she bypassed the hunter who killed her lover. Collapsing to her knees taking him into her arms.

The first hunter named Connor started to move forward with his weapon aimed directly for her heart Marcel highly doubted that she would put up a fight based on how poorly she was controlling her emotions. Which only meant that she'd been turned recently.

"STOP! What the hell are you all doing in my city?" Marcel bellowed, vamp speeding towards the group. That was when he could get a better look at the Tattoo on the hunter who made the kill.

"You're- that's impossible. He said he'd killed them all!" Marcel said. But he couldn't deny when he finally recognized the tattoo from the drawings that Klaus had abandoned when he fled from his father.

"What do you mean, Marcel? Who killed who?" Thierry asked, concerned like his boss. Diego and Thierry had moved together to be ready to intercede if needed. But Marcel didn't believe that intervention was necessary right that moment, considering that the vampire these hunters were after was still clutching the corpse of her lover.

"I believe this is my cue to start introductions for myself and my associate. Your sire is most likely referring to what is called the Brotherhood of the Five. He is indeed correct, if he was referring to the very first five Mystical Hunters were slaughtered to the very last one. Not without repercussions, I should point out, but regardless we still endure and we are stronger now than we were in the eleventh century. I am Elder Galen Vaughn and this is hunter Connor Jordan, one of our organization's best Mystical Hunters," Galen said, his tone almost reminding Marcel of his surrogate father.

"What do you mean by repercussions? Why make a point of it?" Thierry asked, Marcel could already see his friend's calculated question. He already had an idea based on some of the stories Klaus had shared with him, but until now, he had put little stock in them.

To his surprise it wasn't either of the two hunters that answered Thierry's question, but the vampire still clutching the body of her former lover.

"It is called the Hunter's Curse, Mes frères." Renée sniffed, looking up from Émile's grayed face."

"A Curse? What sort of curse?" Marcel asked for his friends. It annoyed him that she had the gall to think they were her brothers because they were the same species.

"It is a curse which inflicts powerful and extremely realistic hallucinations onto any vampiric beings who kill them. Once struck, the curse will consume said victim, tormenting them until they are driven to kill themselves." Renée said, before crushing her former lover to her chest. Marcel and his Lieutenants heard the cracking of bones in her deceased Émile.

Marcel had the fortitude to resist the urge to flinch back from these Mystical Hunters. However, on his left hand Diego took an involuntary step back, cursing under his breath. Marcel resolved that he would need to have a private talk with Diego about showing weakness in front of others later.

"What is your business with this vampire, might I ask?" Marcel said instead.

"She was once an initiate into the Brotherhood. She unfortunately chose a different path," Elder Galen Vaughn explained.

"That might be, but you're in my territory and she and her former friend have left a trail of bodies in my city. Whatever connection she had with you all was severed when she became one of us. She will face my justice, I can assure you," Marcel said.

Renée's head snapped up at his words and however she was feeling self preservation must have finally kicked in gear. She tried to bolt away, but Marcel easily grabbed her by the neck and snapped it before she could make it too far for any of them to catch her. Marcel smiled at how Elijah would have been impressed with his flawless execution of the deed.

"She is our responsibility," Connor insisted.

"She is a vampire now. Do you know how many innocent people she has killed since their arrival? We are still finding her victims," Marcel stated.

"If you're still looking for their victims, then the final lead that ultimately led us to them here was in a family home. Where these two had slaughtered a family, but not before bleeding dry two children no older than ten or thirteen, in front of their parents," Connor said, his voice laced with utter contempt for the temporarily dead vampire Marcel was still holding.

Marcel felt the sudden urge to make her death more permanent, but he had a better idea. The problem was whether these two hunters would be agreeable to it?

"I don't like seeing kids getting hurt by our kind. Regardless of what you think about us I would kill any of my vampires if they did such a heinous act. She will see my justice." Marcel promised them Connor seemed the least agreeable with his decision to offer justice. The other hunter, however, was regarding Marcel with calculating eyes. What is he after? Marcel couldn't help but ask himself.

"Perhaps we can come to an agreeable arrangement. I need some information."

"Galen!?" Connor growled. Marcel was starting to sense there was some probable bad blood between the two hunters; perhaps he could use that to his advantage.

"Connor, let's hear him out. As I said, I need some information from Marcellus Gerard about his former father figure," Galen said casually.

Marcel's eyes immediately narrowed on the hunter. "How do you know my name or whom I once considered a father?" he demanded.

"Marcellus, the Brotherhood has been around almost as long as the Original Family. Give us some credit for having accumulated the knowledge you lack," Galen said, keeping his voice neutral.

Marcel's first reaction was to deny his olive branch, but perhaps caution was the better part of Valor. If this Brotherhood had one upped Klaus Mikaelson and his siblings perhaps he could use that to his advantage.

"What specifically, would you like to know about Klaus Mikaelson?"