"Go ahead and lay the blame. Talk of virtue, talk of sin
Wouldn't you have done the same? In her shoes, in her skin
You can have your principles. When you've got a bellyful
But hunger has a way with you. There's no telling what you're gonna do
When the chips are down.
Now that the chips are down."
~Gone I'm Gone, Hadestown~
xXx
Everything had resumed normality back in the Forbes household. The sisters were closer than ever, back to telling each other everything. Well mostly everything in Marcella's case, she still wasn't sure she could share the facts of her reincarnation with anyone honestly. She wanted too, it would've a nice weight off of her chest but before she did she needed to talk to the one responsible for bringing her here.
She needed to see him.
Except now was entirely too early. They needed to get through the February full moon and being it early January there was a little ways still to go. Klaus hadn't figured out a way to keep the doppelgänger alive post the curse, his witches didn't have the answer. Marcella didn't know if they were lying or not but it didn't make her want to trust them.
If she didn't think Niklaus would react badly to bringing Elijah into the fold then she would have suggested asking the older brother if he knew of such a thing. However her hybrid didn't ask for help, he'd never stoop so low. Besides Elijah has betrayed him and it would be a long while before he'd trust the man again.
Her as well. Family above all else. Klaus was her family now, and someone who was supposed to have built him up, encouraged and helped him betrayed him. Not only that but Marcella also couldn't move past the way Elijah had treated Kol, although the memories may be unreliable the point remained. Elijah was no better than the rest of them and still he acted as if he were.
A sad but unfortunate thing for the brothers. Marcella shook her head to herself, worse case scenario she asked Elijah to hand over the potion he acquired for Katerina herself. She knew he wanted to get in her good graces and would do anything to please her right now. His curiosity getting the best of him. He wanted to know how and she wasn't willing to share.
Marcella didn't like sharing.
"Did you know that Elena is apparently adopted?" Marcella is startled out of her thoughts. She looks up sharply at Caroline who's leaned against the door frame hands on hips and smirking. Obviously proud of herself for being able to catch her little sister off guard.
Marcella was usually a pretty difficult person to scare, and if you could manage it the reaction was always funny.
The older blonde flounces into the room throwing herself onto the bed next to her plotting sister. Marcella closes her laptop in order to offer Caroline her full attention. "Ugh… what?" This new deliberate side of Caroline was leaving her regularly speechless. She absolutely loved it.
"Elena Gilbert, you know my friend who the whole world supposedly turns around. She's adopted." Marcella looks at Caroline, really just looks at her for a good solid minute trying to think of what to say to that.
Yes she'd known Elena was in fact adopted. The Gilbert's has no blood ties to the Petrova line. There was no other way than adoption. The real question here was how had Caroline found out.
"How?" Is really all she can manage trying to stop floundering on her words. She was a Mikaelson, and a Forbes. Neither did speechless very well.
"I heard her telling Bonnie after school. They were trying to be sneaky again. I just thought it was interesting because later Elena and Stefan seemed to have had a fight about Damon who get this killed Elena's birth mother." Marcella blinks, once then twice before shaking her head.
Isobel Flemming has arrived.
She ran a hand over her face. Rubbing at her forehead. Just when she thought it was going to be a nice day. "Damon didn't kill her, I'm pretty sure he turned her. She wanted it or something. Also I think she might be married to your history teacher." Marcella tells Caroline not even caring that she wasn't supposed to know half of that.
Caroline either doesn't notice or care that she spewed out all of that. Her sister makes a face, semi thoughtful and then nods decisively. "That's horrible." She mutters but that's it. Marcella nods her head in agreement. Yeah it was horrible, especially since neither Stefan or Elena thought to ask Damon what happened. Instead just accusing him of things that they had no good information on.
Baseless and utterly false.
"Petrova women usually are." Marcella states as she slides off her he'd bed stretching her limbs. If Isobel was I mystic falls it was probably time for her to meet Eden Mikaelson.
"Hey Lina, will you straighten my hair?" Marcella tilts her head back giving Caroline a pleading innocent smile. Caroline grins back.
"Of course! I'd love too! Are you going to tell me what your planning while I straighten you hair?." Marcella throws a coy mischievous smile at her.
"Depends. Are you going to try to stop me?" Caroline laughs, gracefully jumping-like the queen she is- off the bed and following Marcella to their bathroom. She shakes her head, throwing her arms around the smaller girls shoulders from behind.
"I trust you not to do anything too dangerous." Caroline pecks Marcella's cheek and pushes her into the bathroom. Ushering her to a bench to sit on and then plugging in the hot iron.
This would be fun. It would also take over an hour which meant she'd be cutting it close to the time she told Damon to meet her at the house.
When Damon picked her up that afternoon it took his a solid second to recognize her. Hair almost waist length, pin straight, dressed in dark wash high waist jeans a ivory lace button up and a pair of brown ankle boots. Well it just wasn't typically what she wore, Marcella leaned more towards girly dresses and skirts when she wasn't dressed in dance attire.
Somehow she still looked cute. Fierce but still cute. Marcella smiles as she always does meeting him half way and kisses his cheeks. He wraps his arms around her spinning her around before setting her down softly. "Hey! You wanna go with me to threaten the history teacher's dead vampire wife?" Is what she asks and Damon doesn't even have to think twice about his yes.
"The one I apparently murdered? Sure." She claps her hands together happily like the small psychotic bunny she is.
"Great, you're driving. We're going to that nice recently foreclosed mini mansion on the outskirts of main." Damon just looks at her and her specific but terrible directions. He narrows his eyes smirking.
"The old Williamson house?" He verifies and she nods.
"I'm pretty sure that's the one. Let's go now, I want to get there before she gets back." He rolls his eyes but gestures to the car. Uncaring. Damon snickered when she told him her plan on the way there. This would prove to be entertaining.
For them that was. Isobel wouldn't see it coming, and Katherine. Katherine wasn't going to like this one little bit.
…
Marcella sat in the chair set up in the living room Damon was waiting for Isobel it the front of the house. He'd be the first one the woman saw, Marcella sat daintily, legs crossed hands folded over her knee. She felt a bit like a mafia boss sitting like this. But probably looked more like a small maniac fae.
She listens as the door opens, as the sound of surprised gasp and petty threats are given. Isobel thought she was a match for Damon Salvatore that she could verbal spar with someone like him. Marcella wanted to laugh but she refrained herself.
"It was pointless to come all this way Damon. I'm not interested in whatever petty threats you may give." The woman states setting down her purse and walking further into the house. Marcella grinned, she pushes herself out of the chair. Coming to stand around the other side, just in time to see Isobels started face.
She wasn't expecting to see her.
"His may not interest you darlin' but mine will." Marcella offers a predatory grin. The Petrova woman takes a step back, face scrunched in confusion.
"Who the hell are you?!" Isobel demands and Damon swears Marcella grin widens becoming even more aggressive. More animalistic than he'd ever seen.
Unlike when she'd introduced herself to Pearl she doesn't offer her hand-because she has no desire to befriend or use this piece-, instead she holds them behind her back pushing herself forward so she's thoroughly in Isobel's personal space. "Eden Mikaelson darlin'. So you better watch your tone." Show a little respect.
"She never mentioned anything about you." Are the words to follow and Marcella's lips fall into a thin line. She narrows her eyes. But then she just grins again, cheshire and maddening.
Marcella thrust her hand forward, through the cavity of Isobel's chest. Nails scraping at the warm muscle, blood coating her wrist. She wraps her hand around the still beating heart, Isobel gasp and claws at her but doesn't try to move in fear of moving too quickly. Isobel wasn't aching to be rid of her heart. Damon makes no move to assist her even at the pleading look the dark haired female throws him.
"Katerina hasn't told you a lot of things. Now be a good girl and quit talking." Marcella removes her hand from the cavity of the taller woman's chest she flings the dripping blood to the ground. Arm covered and stained. She picked up a throw blanket to start wiping the blood off her skin.
"Now listen very closely because I will not repeat myself. You are going to leave Mystic Falls, never come back. Then you going to pay Katerina a visit. Tell her that I am coming for her, that she will burn in the garden of lies she created. Goodbye Isobel Petrova, I hope to never see you again." Marcella sauntered away leaving the woman standing in the middle of the abandon room clutching at her chest eyes wide. Damon followed her out quietly.
He cracked up when they got to the car and Marcella looked down at her arm and shirt with the most put out frown upon her lips. "What's wrong?" Damon asks turning the key and driving away. She looks over at him lips trembling.
"There's blood on my shirt. I love this shirt." He loses it. Christ, she was serious. Damon had no sympathy for her.
"That's what you get for going all Mikaelson in there princess. I'll help you get the blood out of your shirt when we get to the boarding house." Marcella smiles in return.
How she loved him.
…
The next few days passed uneventfully. Marcella spent time in her studio planning the dances for the spring recital, just because she wasn't going to perform anymore didn't mean she wasn't going to let her students show off. When she finished up today she was supposed to be meeting Damon, Caroline and Matt at the grill for dinner. Not a double date since Marcella and Damon weren't dating but just a chance for her to eat dinner with her sister and see Matt again.
She can't honestly remember the last time she had an actual conversation with the quarterback. Which meant she was being a terrible friend. Vicki had come by her studio earlier in the week with a couple of pictures she'd taken of Marcella a while back-Vicki was an excellent photographer- as a gift to the younger girl for her continued kindness. Marcella had never looked down on Vicki like everyone else had, she'd had flowers sent to her when she'd been in the hospital. Apparently some free portraits were the least she could do.
Marcella had always liked the Donavan's. They were both pretty cool.
When Marcella arrived at the Salvatore boarding house, Elena's SUV was parked in the driveway and the faint sound of yelling could be heard once she slid out of her own vehicle. Marcella walked up the pathway slowly, she didn't like the sound of this, when she got to the front door Elena threw it open storming out in a mad huff. The older girl barely spared her a glance as she stormed away.
Marcella entered cautiously. What was going on? She rounded the entryway, Damon was standing in the middle of the living area a glass of bourbon in his hand and a grimace on his lip. He looked about as happy as a cat in water and Marcella wasn't for it in the slightest. "What's wrong?" His eyes are on her instantly, deep and dark like the raging ocean.
"Stefan is missing, and Elena is blaming me. Like I would actually dare do something to saintly Stefan." He took a long sip of his drink. Trying to hide just how much that thought bothered him. Despite all the shit between them, Marcella knew that deep down Damon still actually cared about his little brother.
Marcella frowns. Stefan missing, considering all the pieces on the board could only mean one thing. She'd been betrayed. Her fist clinch at her side, vampire features morphing upon her delicate face. She actually growls.
"Let's go save the damsel." Marcella states, determination and madness dripping off her tongue in rivers. She wasn't happy.
Damon sets his glass down with a loud thunk, grabbing his discarded jacket from over the back of the couch. God, he was glad he had her. No matter what she always had his back. "I'm driving." Is the agreement given from him. Marcella just nods letting him lead the way.
The tomb vampires were about to find out why exactly you didn't squander a second chance given by her. Eden Mikaelson wasn't someone you wanted to cross.
Mercy wasn't given more than once.
Heads were about to roll.
XOXOX
DUN DUN DUN… And I draw this chapter to an end here.
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