Chapter Six
I wanted to say that I am so happy that so many people have read and commented on my story! It means so much to me. I've been reading fanfiction for a while, and I never thought that my story would reach over 3,000 views. I'm so grateful, and it makes me feel like I have a purpose lol. Anyways, thank you and please keep doing what you are doing reading and reviewing! (Also, I am really, really sorry that I haven't updated this story in a while. I've been busy with school."
Like I have stated before, I do not own the Vampire Diaries only this plot and any OC's.
BTW, Katherine is a vampire and she doesn't know about her daughter Nadia yet. Also, she never killed Jeremy.
Katherine's POV
I've been on the run from Klaus for over five hundred years and in that short amount of time, I have managed to break several hearts and rip out others. I'm a survivor, and its about time that I make sure that I live up to my name. At least not before my doppelgänger bitch.
After hearing a lot of rumors circulating in the vampire community, I decided to check it out for myself.
I have to admit that I've never understood New Orleans appeal. Sure there's the jazz and it has character, but one bad storm and it'll be underwater again. After getting my palm reading done by an elderly African lady with large, round brown eyes and crazy curly hair, Agnes, who was stationed on the sidewalk with a two rickety chairs and a square metal table, I made my way to the "Palace."
Once upon a time, Klaus, blondie, and my past love use to live in a mansion in the middle of the town square before the fire and their father who caused them to run off again. I've never seen it until now. Elijah and I had a sort of on again/off again relationship. Five hundred years ago when I was human, we sort of had a thing before our flirtation ended after his psychotic brother attempted tried to drain me of my blood. Then with the help of two vampires, I myself became part of the secret undead society. Then a few months ago, I contacted Elijah telling him that I had the cure to vampirism, we made a deal sealing it with a personal one of our own until he realized that I was a crazy, pathological liar. Duh, everybody knows that, but don't worry. Our relationship switch is flickering once more, and soon we will be together again. This time it will last forever if I can convince him to come with me and leave his sadistic brother behind, who has abandoned in the past. No problem, right?
Anyways, from the outside, the Palace looks like just another brick building with a discreet entrance. A small stoop and a door that opens up to a courtyard. The courtyard is completely man mad. Nature doesn't dare to venture here. There aren't any plants, no flowers, no greenery.
From here you can access and room in the house. There are two floors, and on the topmost one there is a huge balcony that everybody can access, from any room. Outside it was sunny casting shadows in the courtyard where I now stood.
"Hello, can I help you?" a masculine voice asked, one filled with power and confidence almost like Klaus's, but less animalistic, more humane.
"Actually yes you can," I responded with a smirk.
Suddenly he came into view. I licked my lips, trying to remind myself of what my mission was and when that didn't work of Elijah. How he wears suits all the time with the same black tie that he use to use to bound my wrists together as his hands explored every inch of my body before he pounded in to me. I pictured Elijah's chocolate brown eyes that were always calculating, always comparing old Katherine to new Katherine. He tried to put all my broken puzzle pieces together, not realizing that several were missing, gone, while still trying to come up with a finished product. Something good, honorable, pure. I pictured his hair and how he loved it when I tugged it gently while he made love to me. That's what we had, love, and that's what Elijah and I would have again and soon.
This stranger, as hot as he was, couldn't compete with that.
Still, I had a plan one that he couldn't know about, so my next actions would have to be well played out. Why couldn't they be pleasurable at the same time?
"Are you Marcel Gerard?" I asked. He starred at me for a few moments before answering. He didn't appear to be suspicious, only confused. I took the moment to study him.
Marcel appears to be taller than six feet with a very muscular build. He has big, sexy chocolate brown eyes that appear like he is always smiling. Even better, he wears clothes that show off his shape including his barely hidden bulge.
"You are, aren't you?" I smirked, answering my own question. I continued to stare down at his erection. "Aren't you as horny as a teenage boy?"
"Look, I don't do this sort of thing with complete strangers," he said standing directly in front of me. We were so close that we breathed in and out the same air.
"Well it looks like you are about to right now," I ran my pointer finger up and down his well toned arm, "you can't keep your eyes off of me, and I can keep my hands off of you."
He grasped my traveling hand. "So you came off this way to have sex with me? Marcel Gerard?" He was suspicious. He should be.
"No I came all this way to visit New Orleans. I happen to love this city. Somebody told me about you, and I figured that I should see if the rumors are true," I said softening any doubts.
"What rumors?" he said huskily even though he was already starting to loose interest in his interrogation. He began to touch me starting with my breasts. He squeezed them both gently.
"No strings, no seconds, no love only passion," I recited the words that I had heard from a certain witch on my side earlier.
The next thing I knew, the only thing I had on was my cherry red lingerie. There wouldn't be any cherry for Marcel to pop this evening. I knew what to expect not from the first time I had had sex when I was human. Then when it was over, I was left even hotter than I had been before and of course pregnant. No, I'm talking about the sex I had experienced as a vampire with Elijah. There was something about his take charge attitude, and I could only hope that Marcel had the same mindset.
Marcel smiled showing all of his teeth, including his pointed fangs. "As long as you know," he said before closing the space between us with passion.
Marcel's POV
Ever since my dream last night with the hot girl in it, I've had a little problem down there. Hours later after Katherine left, I still had that same issue, but it was better like she had scratched an itch. However, the itch had reappeared. And all because of somebody who doesn't even exist!
Several weeks after Katherine's visit, Thierry one of my best friends came to me with interesting news. Thierry is average height with large brown eyes and thin brown hair. He loves jazz, so of course New Orleans would forever be his home. Just like it was mine.
We were standing outside in my courtyard. It was a hot and humid summer's day, but since I'm a vampire the weather doesn't affect me much.
As soon as I spotted Thierry, I knew that something was up.
"Hey, Thierry! My man. What 'sup?" I asked grasping his hand once before giving it a fist bump. It was kind of like a (what do they call it nowadays?), bro hug.
"You are going to want to sit down to hear about this," he said making his way to one of my whicker chairs. He sighed as he sat down, but he didn't relax. He was tense.
"Thierry? What's wrong?" I demanded, serious now.
"Marcel, a friend has just informed me about some trouble news dealing with the witches," Thierry started off saying, running a hand throughout his hair.
"I know. Jane Anne Deveraux," I said nodding my head as I spoke. Nobody is allowed to perform magic in my city. Whenever somebody does cast a spell one of my witches who is on my side, Davina can sense it. Then I send some of my vampires out and they kill them.
"So you have heard," Thierry said.
"Yes I have. Jane Ann Deveraux was executed after casting a spell two weeks ago," I spoke slowly not understanding. Jane's death wasn't special. It was just like any other's death who disobeys me.
"That's not all. Do you know which spell she casted and why," Thierry pressed further pursing his lips. I figured the only reason he knew whatever he knew that I didn't was because of a certain New Orlean's witch he was dating.
"No, you know me, T! I don't get mixed up in witch business," I said smiling even though I was irritated. Sometimes, I could use a breather.
"Stay with me now, Marcel," he said before continuing, "Supposedly, Jane didn't just cast any ordinary spell. She was trying to confirm a certain supernatural pregnancy."
I assumed when he said "supernatural pregnancy" that he meant a witch baby. God, another one of those bitches. How wonderful.
"That doesn't excuse her for what she did, Thierry. I have rules in place for a reason. She could have gone to an OB/GYN," I stated the truth even though I felt bad about the death of the fetus. When it comes to kids, I become a saint. Children are innocent, innocent is good, and must be protected.
"Marcel you aren't listening. Jane wasn't expecting. She was confirming somebody else's pregnancy," Thierry corrected me. The next part I heard, but I kind of experienced an out of body experience. I was there, but then at the same time I wasn't. I didn't know that it was possible to go into shock, but I did. "The witches believed that the original brothers have met a special girl. One thing lead to the next, and now they believe and have confirmed that this girl is carrying Klaus Mikaelson's baby."
"That's not possible," I couldn't believe that I was even able to find my voice.
"That's what I thought, but think about it. Klaus is half werewolf and werewolves are able to procreate," Thierry explained waiting patiently for all of the information to be processed in my mind.
"Why would they care about Klaus Mikaelson's baby?" I asked.
Thierry became silent.
"Come on, Thierry. Tell me. Whatever it is, I can take it," I pleaded.
"Well, Klaus and his brother are planning a trip to New Orleans. Katherine told him that you were here and well alive," Thierry cringed at the look on my face.
Suddenly I could see the flames again, but this time they existed in my eyes.
"That's not it is it?"
"From what I have gathered, they want to use Klaus against you," Thierry put his head in his hands in his lap unable to meet my eyes, "Not only that. They want to kill Klaus's baby. Their ancestors have spoken and believe that the baby is an abomination and should be put to an end."