The air was humid and wet, and the people walking along the broad cobbled street were soaking wet. Frankly, they didn't look very happy. One woman especially stood out, I noted as an old man walked straight through me. I still wasn't used to the feeling. It felt almost as if someone dumped a bucket of ice on top of my head. On the other hand, the pouring rain had nearly the same effect.
The woman in particular was carrying a sack of flour, and was dressed in a simple skirt and a white blouse. I had already realized that I was still in the medieval time period, since only carriages frequented the street. The horses didn't seem to like the rain either, but they were bound to their carriages and the only thing they could do to protest was to restlessly stomp their hooves against the cobblestones.
A man stopped before the cursing woman, who I now recognized as Sofia. It certainly seemed like my mind was helping me with information on these two at least.
"My my, you seem very strong for a woman." Klaus. Of course. He was looking at the woman carrying the sack of flour with a smirk. Sofia threw the last sack onto the carriage and stopped to cough loudly. She dried her mouth with her sleeve and tried to hide the red spot on the white blouse.
"That's a little offensive, isn't it?" The strawberry blonde haired woman replied with a cock of her eyebrow. Klaus chuckled and looked down at his feet. Hmm, I was starting to sense a pattern here.
"I'm very sorry if I offended you, miss." He looked up at her again with a sincere apologetic look. "London is a long way from home."
"I'm going back to Ireland tomorrow." Sofia answered while walking around the carriage to the horse. She gave the brown four-legged animal a carrot while petting its neck lovingly. She stopped when another coughing attack hit her, and she crouched down as she coughed up blood again. The plague! She had septimetic plague. Don't ask me how I know that. I guess that even though Mr Tanner had been a horrible teacher, I had been good at history. Which was also why I had assumed that it was the plague that Sofia had.
"Are you unwell?" Klaus asked with worry in his voice, politely moving to put his hand on her back.
"What does it look like?" She retorted, and I smiled. She had the same courage and independence that Rachel had. "You shouldn't touch me. I might be dead in a day or two, and I wouldn't want to infect you." She then added, but Klaus shook his head.
"I'm immune, love." Why did my heart turn at hearing him uttering that word to someone else? Weird. "But, I can help you with your disease. I happen to have a cure."
"There is no cure." Sofia was looking at him gravelly now, as if she didn't believe him.
"Not officially, no." Klaus replied, smirking at her. "But join me, and I promise you will become as healthy as your horse."
"What's your name?" The woman squinted at Klaus, scrunching up her nose in disbelief.
"Klaus Mikaelson. Yours?"
"Sofia Thompson."
I opened my eyes and sighed immediately. I felt Klaus's presence in the room before I saw him.
"Oh, you're awake. Fantastic." He slapped his hands on his legs and sat up from the armchair in the far corner of Marcel's and my bedroom. "You see, I've been thinking a tad while you've been napping, love."
My blood ran cold as I sat up and took in my environment. It was dark outside, so I must have been out for the whole afternoon. I wondered where Marcel was. I certainly hoped that he wasn't with Rebekah, because I would personally kill that– you get where I'm going. Actually, I'd kill the two of them. Not that I could, of course. But I could kill them mentally. The thought soothed me and I looked back at Klaus calmly.
"I haven't fed in a couple of days." I explained, my voice unwavering. Klaus looked at me suspiciously as I kept talking. "That's probably why I fainted."
"That could be it." Klaus shrugged, and I knew that he was up to something. I had seen the flash of anger in his eyes before I had my vision, and I didn't think that he was the kind of person to give up easily. "Or, you and Marcellus could be hiding something from me." He raised his eyebrows and gave me an innocent smile. I stood up from my bed and shook my head slowly while stepping out on the balcony. I needed some fresh air.
"Marcellus and I aren't hiding anything from you." I lied smoothly, hearing the whoosh of Klaus vamp-speeding over to me. I personally didn't like the way of moving; I had never liked high speed and it made me dizzy. I looked over to the man next to me, watching the wind blow through his hair as he looked out over the street.
"I want to be honest with you, Klaus." I turned to him fully and caught his blue eyes with mine. "All I want is to live a happy life with Marcel. I did that until you came to town. I want to know; what's the real reason you're here?"
"I heard rumours about a witch plotting against me. Jane-Anne Deveraux. I came here to kill her, but your dear boyfriend did that for me. Unfortunately, before I had the time to question her." He explained simply, leaning against the railing of the balcony. I found myself noticing how calm the street below was for a summer night in the most tourist frequented quarter in New Orleans. No parades. No street painters, I thought, as I watched Klaus.
"And why are you still here?" The final question.
"I'm offended by your desperate need to get rid of me, love." He replied, faking a pout.
"The only things you've done since you came into my life are : One, nearly killed one of my closest friends, Thierry." I started, counting my fingers. "Two, done everything you can to plot against Marcel, one of those things actually compelling a guy to spy on him. Lastly, you've brought with you your sister."
"My sister is actually not my fault. She came here on her own." Klaus defended himself, seemingly amused by my accusations. It only made me despise him more. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, now she's my problem." I gave out a frustrated sigh and tried to think of anything else besides Marcel with a probably beautiful (judging by her older brother) powerful original vampire.
"I would tell you not to worry, love, but my sister can be difficult to deal with." He smiled. "A word of advice; don't get on her bad side."
"Well if she's in love with Marcel, I'm afraid I've already managed to do that pretty well." I shrugged tiredly.
When Marcel entered the compound, an hour had passed. I was reading in an armchair in the court, while Thierry was playing the piano behind me. Klaus had left after half an hour of trying to pry secrets out of me. I was convinced that he wasn't set on hurting me; if that had been the case, he certainly would've tortured me for information by now. Luckily for me, he seemed to enjoy my company.
I heard that something was wrong at the sound of Marcel's stumbling footsteps. Within a second I was at his side, supporting his weight.
"Oh God, you're hurt!" I exclaimed, while Thierry vamp-sped to Marcel's other side. My boyfriend's shirt was wet with blood, and he was struggling to walk. "What happened?!"
"Wooden… bullets…" Marcel breathed through shallow breaths, a prickle of sweat running down his brow. All business about Rebekah was completely gone for the moment. "Soaked in vervain." He groaned, as we helped him lay down on the red couch.
"I've got this, Thierry." I told my friend, who after a couple of seconds reluctantly nodded and disappeared. I then turned back to Marcel and ripped off his shirt.
"Oooh baby, give it to me." He joked through the pain and I involuntarily blushed before shaking my head with disbelief.
"Not the time to joke, Marcel." I answered, examining the bullet wounds. There was one right between his heart and his left shoulder, one dangerously close to his heart and the last one was situated on the right side of his stomach. "I'm gonna have to pull them out." I raised my brows at Marcel questioningly.
"Do it." He sighed, bracing himself for the pain to come. I took a deep breath before burying my index finger and my thumb in the wound next to his shoulder. Marcel yelled out in pain, but my fingers connected with a round shape and I pulled the bullet out. It bounced on the floor as Marcel relaxed and breathed quickly. I picked up the piece of cloth that was left from his shirt and patted his forehead with it softly.
"I'm sorry, baby." I apologized gently, before moving on to the next bullet.
When the bullets were all out, Marcel was panting with exhaustion, and a feeling of disgust was still in my stomach. It's not like I had a problem with blood (I was a vampire and all), but digging your fingers into someone's shoulder looking for a bullet is not very pleasant.
"What happened?" I asked Marcel as I settled down on the floor, resting my back against the couch.
"Those two vampires were not only a lot older than I thought, but they were also strangely prepared for an attack." He explained, tenderly running a hand through my hair. "They were armed with stakes, guns loaded with wooden bullets and vervain. Some of my guys were wounded too, but not as bad as I." Marcel's voice wasn't shaky anymore due to his vampire healing. I turned around on my knees and looked him in the eyes.
"Did they say anything?" I inquired while taking his hand. His brown eyes watched me intently as he replied.
"Nothing. They bailed as soon as they saw me, and when I called on my day-walkers to back me up and fight them… Well, they pretty much beat us up completely before running off."
"I had two visions about them with Klaus." I started, seeing Marcel's eyes widen in surprise. "Their names are Rachel Vaughan and Sofia Thompson. They both met Klaus somewhere between the 1200's and the 1500's. It was during the medieval times at least. Sofia was dying of the plague." I let out a sigh. "That's all I know."
"So that explains why they were so powerful. They're both at least 500 years old." Marcel replied, shaking his head softly. I took a deep breath before uttering the words that had been gnawing on my stomach ever since Klaus had been taunting me.
"What were you doing with Rebekah Mikaelson?" The room went quiet and Marcel's hand stopped stroking my head. The only thing that I could hear was the sound of my beating heart. That was, until a loud bang was heard and someone barged into the court. Stomping heels told me that the woman walking into the big room was not very happy.
"Funny you should ask." A blonde walked right up to us as Marcel and I shot up from our seated positions. She stopped in front of me as I crossed my arms, cocking her head to the side. She then gave Marcel a sarcastic smile before opening her mouth again. "See you still got a thing for blondes." I growled and bared my fangs at her, taking a step forward. She would not make me an object.
"Well, at least she got some audacity, threatening me." Blondie sneered back at me, and I tried to take another step toward her. However, Marcel's arm circled my waist protectively.
"I would not do that, if I were you." He whispered in my ear, and the woman rolled her eyes, her blonde curls bouncing. She chuckled, but within a second, her hand was around Marcel's throat, and his back was against the stone wall.
"Tell me where Elijah is." She barked furiously, and I sped up to her and Marcel.
"Let him go, Rebekah." I exclaimed with panic in my voice. I wanted to smash her head into a wall, but she was an original vampire. That much I had figured out. There was probably nothing I could do. She realized that too, and so didn't even glance at me.
"Say where he is or I will kill you!" Rebekah screamed and a twisted sort of relief settled in my stomach. Judging by her fury, at least I didn't have to worry about their history. Get your shit together. Right, Marcel. I should do something to protect him. But what could I do? Sure, I had a wicked psychic power that could be a dangerous weapon. But in this kind of situation? No, I was completely useless.
Silence settled between the two vampires, and something in the air changed. They were both looking at each other intently, and something twisted in my gut. Crap. Maybe they had some intense history.
"No, you won't." Marcel spoke quietly, looking straight at Rebekah without wavering. This was it; Either she would kill him, or she would let him go, which would in turn mean that she had feelings for him. My breath hitched when she let him go. Whether it was because of relief that Marcel was safe or despair that this gorgeous vampire had feelings for him… That I don't know.
"Perhaps you're right." She shook her head slowly, looking down at her feet. OUCH! A searing pain hit me somewhere in my chest. I looked up to see Rebekah standing in front of me with a sneer on her face. I traced her arm and found her hand connected to my chest. Oh my God. It was in my chest. Rebekah's hand had gone through my chest and it was now gripping my heart. The familiar sensation of my vision getting blurry and my eyes rolling into my head hit me and I swore internally. Not now! But, it was inevitable.
In an all too familiar court, two people in masks were fencing. One of them was a woman, judging by her long skirt, and the other one was a younger boy. In the far back, Klaus was leaning against one of the pillars casually, watching the swordplay with an amused expression. His old-fashioned white shirt and tight black pants showed a well-trained body underneath, and his hair was a bit longer, which emphasized the curls in it.
"Attaque au fer!" He ordered the two fighters. "Now counterparry." The woman was obviously outshining the boy, but I had to admit that he was doing a good job. However, he had to abandon when she pointed her sword at his heart, falling down to one knee.
"A hit. Palpable hit." Klaus noted, smiling at the fencers. He looked serene, I had to admit. The woman removed her mask, blonde curls falling down her back. Rebekah, of course. The boy removed his too, and my heart clenched. It was Marcel. It had to be. He had the same warm eyes and chocolate skin, but most of all; he had the exact same smile. The only difference was that he must have been about 13 years old.
"I'm going to marry you someday." He grinned at the beautiful vampire, and my heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.
"I would never marry someone who can't best me in a duel." Rebekah answered with a kind and sweet smile. It transformed her face from slightly bitchy to utterly lovable. Frankly, I could see why 13 year-old Marcel would have a big crush on her. "Another lesson?"
The picture changed. The same two people were still fencing, but something was extremely different. For once, Klaus wasn't present. Secondly, the fencing man was bare-chested, and I recognized his muscular back very well. Thirdly, he was winning against Rebekah. He managed to push her against a wall, and they both lowered their swords. I got a bad feeling about the whole scene. They removed their masks, and Marcel moved closer to Rebekah. His hair was longer, but other than that, he looked exactly the same as he did in present time. His lips almost grazed Rebekah's when Klaus entered the room, and Marcel pulled away. I had never been as happy to see Klaus.
The last thing I saw before the vision went away was Klaus's glare and clenched jaw.
Rebekah released my heart quickly, nearly ripping it out in the process. I instinctively put both of my hands on my heart while I watched her wide eyes.
"What just happened?" She exclaimed, looking at me with disbelief in her blue eyes. I was too shocked to talk, but I doubt that I would've answered her if I could. "What are you?"
"I see you and Marcel aren't married after all." I raised my brows at her when I finally managed to get my voice to function. Probably not the smartest thing to say, but she just provoked me too much. "13-year-old Marcel was wrong." So what, I might be hurting Marcel with my words too. But, the image of the two of them basically eye-fucking was still burning in my head, and I wanted to get back at the both of them.
"What do you mean?" Rebekah sneered. She had released me, but one of her hands were still around my throat. Any sane being would apologize and let her have her way, but I didn't do that. Stupid, yes. Funny, also yes.
"I mean that Marcel never got to marry you like he said he wanted to all those years ago." I manager to lift my head and look the original vampire straight in the eyes. She paled and recoiled at my words.
"How did you know that?" She growled in my face, regaining her posture.
"I know thangs, Carrrllll." I panted, laughing internally at my own joke. The Walking Dead, anyone? Judging by the look on Rebekah's and Marcel's faces, they weren't as obsessed with tv-shows as I was. "Oh right. You're old." I smirked at Rebekah. Ouch. She tightened her grasp around my neck, and I struggled for air.
"You're really getting on my nerves, girl." She spat back at me, before turning to Marcel. I managed to lift a hand and wipe the spit from my cheek. "If you don't tell me where Elijah is now, I will kill her." She commanded him, before turning around to face me again. "I'll do it slowly too." She leaned forward so that I could feel her warm breath prickle my skin. She bared her fangs, and I felt my heart beating faster. I didn't fancy feeling her hand around my heart again.
"Just let her go, please." Marcel begged her. He didn't dare advance on us, afraid of what Rebekah would do if he made a wrong move.
"And I'll make you watch too, Marcel." Rebekah gave him a devilish smile, and disgust twisted in my stomach. If there was anything left to love in her, I doubted that Marcel would see it.
"Fine! You win. I'll take you to Elijah if you release her." Marcel answered her quietly, and I could finally breathe again. Rebekah stepped away from me and gave me a sweet (extremely sarcastic) smile.
"Great." She told him with a cheery voice and I frowned at her back. Marcel ran up to me and supported me as I nearly crumpled to the ground. Wow, that was way too much life-threatening for one day.
"What a bitch." I muttered quietly as I steadied myself against Marcel taking in his familiar and calming scent. It was okay. I was safe. For the moment, at least.
"I heard that." Rebekah retorted, her back to me. I rolled my eyes and fell into Marcel's embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I melted into his chest. We stayed like that while my heart started slowing down. "Are you two lovebirds going to help me or not? Because I would gladly kill that blonde instead."
Marcel pulled away and glared at Rebekah while she twinned a lock of her blonde hair between her fingers. Oh, the hate I felt for her was strong. Merely looking at her made my blood boil.
"Follow me, then." Marcel said.
Third person point of view
Rebekah barged into the Mikaelson house just as Klaus came down the mahogany stairs, glaring at some spot before him. The blonde vampire noted that her brother did have a tendency to do that very glass door behind her made a thumping noise as it closed and she walked up to her brother urgently.
"You were right. The girl, Juliette. She's the key." Rebekah told her still glaring brother. "Marcel loves her, and because of that, I got to see the secret weapon that you've been going on about."
Klaus took in his sister's words with an expressionless mask, which was entirely the opposite of what was going on inside of him. A storm of betrayal, anger, frustration and disbelief poisoned his heart. He had known that Marcel plotted against him, but to find out that there really was a secret weapon…
"Well, don't stand on ceremony. What is it?" He demanded impatiently. If Marcel had a weapon more powerful than the Original hybrid himself, then he had to get it. And, he had a feeling that he knew what could lead him straight to it. Or a who, perhaps.
"It's not a what. It's a who. A girl, Davina." Rebekah answered her older brother, recalling the past memories from the day. Not only had her encounter with the little bitch Juliette been awfully painful, but the memories of Marcel and her had also been recurring regularly since she got back to New Orleans. "She can't be more than 16, and I have never felt power like that." She recalled the feeling of being completely defenseless, which was something the blonde vampire hadn't felt in years, since they last encountered their father.
"A witch." Klaus muttered, feeling annoyance seeping into his emotional storm. Those bloody witches were always in his way.
"She's not just any witch. She's something I've never seen before." Rebekah argued, fear seeping into her voice. Klaus didn't know what made the despair boil in him the most; his little sister's fear or the fear of this Davina that he felt too. "Something beyond powerful, and now because of you, she has Elijah." The accusation hit Klaus like a wall, and he took a small step back. Guilt joined the emotional storm now too. He hadn't wanted to dagger his brother. But Elijah was far too loyal and reasonable, and he would in the end lead to a defeat against Marcel. It had been necessary for Klaus to dagger him. Rebekah should realize that, he thought.
"Who knows what she could do to him." Rebekah added, and something shifted in Klaus's stone heart. He had never thought that his brother would be in real danger with Marcel. As far as he remembered, Marcel was humble and merciful. But this… Klaus was seeing red.
"Where is she?" He asked Rebekah with a clenched jaw. The blonde vampire looked away from him with a calculating frown, but she didn't say anything.
Rebekah searched her mind for any memories of where Marcel had taken her, but it was completely blank.
"That clever bitch." She mumbled, remembering Davina's powers. She could still see her glaring blue eyes and the cold look on her face when she had thrown Rebekah into a wall. "I don't know." She breathed out with wide eyes. Klaus's eyes filled with worry as he watched her confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"She wiped my memory of the location." Fear settled in Rebekah's heart for real when the realization hit her. She took a step toward her brother in urgency before she spoke again. "Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you?" She was now yelling at her older brother, who was looking at her with impertinence. "How long until his hope for you finally dies?" She screamed before turning around and walking towards the door. She was so mad at Klaus that she could barely think. She needed to get away from him, and she needed to find Elijah. He had always cared for her through thick and thin.
"I did what I had to do!" Klaus growled while following his sister. "Marcel took our home!"
"And our home is worthless without family! I'm finding Elijah. Whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?" Rebekah's eyes watched Klaus filled with distrust, and his heart clenched with pain.
"Whatever it takes." He replied. Rebekah's chest fell down in relief, but something was still nagging her.
"There's something else too. The girl, Juliette, she… I was holding her heart in my hand when her eyes rolled back into her skull and she seemed to disappear for a few seconds." Rebekah explained, and Klaus frowned at his sister. This was exactly what had happened earlier in the day when he had been with Juliette.
"When she came back to consciousness again, she said something about me and Marcel" Rebekah continued and Klaus clenched his jaw. "–that there was no way she could know."
"He could have told her, little sister. They seem to be very much in love." Klaus said, bitterness tainting his voice. He hated watching Marcel and Juliette happy. Of course, Klaus also hated seeing people in love in general. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake those green eyes of hers… How they had looked at him before she fainted into his arms.
"I don't want to hear it." Rebekah answered with a sneer. "But I swear, I felt something when she passed out. She's not just a normal vampire, Klaus."
"Perhaps Marcel is not only housing one powerful weapon, but two." Klaus raised his eyebrows at his sister before flashing her a grin. "I'm going to find out what she is."
