Decided to take this story even further as Rebekah and Hayley along with Davina are planning on taking on Klaus and Marcel and steal New Orleans for themselves, Marcel and Klaus will be discussing their own little business at the bar. This chapter will focus mainly on Klaus and Marcel talking about politics, mostly which involves werewolves in the bayou and of course, Hayley and Rebekah. Do you think they will suspect something? We'll see. Camille and Sophie will finally appear in this chapter as things take a turn and we'll see if it's in a right or wrong direction. And we'll also be seeing stuff from Hayley's POV and Rebekah's as well as interactions between them and the two Vampire Kings of NOLA. I know that I take too long to update but I have three fanfictions currently in progress and very little time. Sometimes I even forget about two and just focus on one and I feel really bad for focusing all of my attention on one fanfiction and neglecting the other three. I haven't updated this in quite a while so here we go. Leave me plenty of reviews. Love y'all!
Hayley's POV
I spent the entire morning eating; trying on some new outfits that Rebekah has bought me and listening to Klaus complain and order people around throughout the mansion. I couldn't help but giggle at his distaste towards people not doing their jobs around this place. He had to keep everything under control and that meant that no free time for him to paint or drown himself in alcohol. I thought about his unborn child, the child I was carrying all because of some one night stand. I would be lying if I said that it bothered me and that I regretted spending that night with him. Deep inside, I didn't regret anything. Through that night, I managed to get everything I always hoped to have, a family, friends to care about, a child to love and teach the meanings of life and most importantly, I managed to find my family in the bayou. I would have rushed out of this place to be with them in seconds but I knew perfectly well that Klaus would never allow it to happen. He was selfish and didn't wish to share me or the child with anyone. We technically belonged to him. I remembered the times when he would go mad every time Elijah showed any affection for me or the child. Now, he was gone to Mystic Falls, probably never wanting to come back and I was stuck as Klaus' prisoner with no one but Rebekah and Davina to talk to. I had decided that day that I would no longer be pushed around and I would demand to leave the royal mansion. I would find a way, even if Klaus or his men tried to stop me.
Looking in my closet, I picked out the best of clothes for a walk in the bayou and left my room only to come face to face with Klaus himself. "Where is Rebekah?" I asked him, crossing my arms and pretending like nothing I was doing was wrong or forbidden. Klaus raised an eyebrow. "I should be the one asking questions, don't you think, little wolf?" I rolled my eyes. "No. That is not what I think. I am a person asking another person a question. I don't consider you any superior than me and neither should you!" I snapped. Klaus smirked as he stepped forward looking at me straight in the eyes. "My little sister has left the city. Some kind of unexpected tour around the world she wants to take, so I guess you won't be seeing her around much in the next couple of days." "What do you mean? She left? How could she leave?" I asked quickly. Klaus watched my every expression and every move. "Why were you so eager to find Rebekah?" he asked. "It is none of your business!" "What did I warn you about a couple of days ago? Do you remember? I asked you to watch your tone or everyone in this mansion will get the idea that they are allowed to speak to me like this." I smirked. "Why are you allowing me to speak like this without taking any action?" "I would, but you need to remember that you are in fact carrying my child or I would have snapped you neck right here right now." My smirk disappeared and a look of sadness appeared on my face, not believing his words. Snapping a werewolf's neck meant death. How could he be so cruel to me? I pushed him out of my way and headed downstairs not bothering to hide the tears that were now spilling on my face. Marcel stepped forward in a matter of seconds, his face showing only cruelty. "Where is Rebekah?" "I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed, more tears spilling as I covered my face ashamed for the show I was putting on and running towards the bathroom, shutting myself inside it.
There was a knock and Klaus entered. I stepped away from the sink and pushed myself away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, brushing the tears off my face. I cringed at his gesture. How dare he play like this with me? First, he tells me that he would have no problem killing me if it weren't for the baby and then he shows me compassion. "You needn't be upset, love. I did not mean what I said." I pushed his hands away, heading back to the sink and washing my already red face. "You sure as hell meant every single word. Why wouldn't you mean it? The only reason you keep me around is because of this child, your heir. Once I give birth, I would be of no more use and you will most likely dispose of me anyway you wish." He didn't say anything as he watched more tears stream down my face. "I would ask you to calm down, little wolf. You're creating quite a spectacle of yourself." "Ugh, I can't believe you!" I yelled as I threw the towel I was wiping my face with at him, storming out of the bathroom and up the stairs back to my room. He placed his hands on waist and stopped me from going any further. "Running away, little wolf?" he asked me in that same tone as he did that night. I flinched and my heart quickened at his soft touch on my skin. He knew perfectly well how much this affected me and he was hoping he would be able to calm me down with it. He managed it. I breathed in deeply as he came close to my ear and whispered, "Please, don't do this again." I was a bit unsure of what he meant, but nodded slowly nonetheless. Klaus sighed and let go of me. I stumbled on the stairs once that happened and he caught me immediately. I looked deep into his eyes and he bored his own eyes into mine as we stared at each other as he held me. Finally, I broke eye contact and whispered, "Why are you doing this?" Klaus furrowed his eyebrows and he didn't quite understand what I meant by that but I didn't care. I left him and went back to my room without daring to look back and take in the stunned expression on his angel-like face.
Rebekah's POV
I have to admit that leaving New Orleans for a while was really a hard thing to do, especially neither not telling Hayley nor Davina about it, just when we were going to set up our plan. I just needed to get away and clear my head. I told Niklaus where I was going just to make sure that no suspicions arose. I was in my red Porsche as I drove away from New Orleans, listening to some music that may help me clear my head. My phone rang and I looked at the caller ID, hoping that it wasn't Hayley or even Niklaus. It was just Marcel. I sighed and thought hard whether or not I should answer it. Finally, I put my phone over my ear. "What do you want?" "I want to know where you are." "And why, may I ask, would you want to know that? Marcellus, I am not in the mood for your taunting and your games. The only reason I left that town is because of you, now leave me alone." "So, let me get this straight. You left because you couldn't stand to be near me after I ended our relationship, isn't that right?" I didn't say anything and I heard him chuckle. "Rebekah, come on, sweetheart. Don't be ridiculous. Come home. I wish to speak to you." "Your wishes won't be granted by me from now on, Marcel. I just want to make sure you understand that. We are done!" "Rebekah, we need you back. Klaus wants his sister back too. You can't possibly be telling me that you are going somewhere and never coming back to New Orleans." His voice showed concern and I smirked. "Don't fret, Marcel. I'll be back. But only at the right place and at the right time." I whispered and then hung up. He didn't try to call me back and I knew perfectly well that he would go to my brother and tell him everything he learned from me now. I sighed and thought about calling Hayley. Truth be told, I had a new plan setting up in my mind. Where I was going was a place where I was sure I would find help. A little witch tipped me off that an old friend of mine was alive and I knew just where to find her. I picked up the speed and said, "Paris, here we come, baby." with a smug on her face.
Klaus' POV
The bar was open and I made my way through the door. Sophie was there, cleaning up like she always was. She caught my eyes and rolled her own before going in the staff only room, most likely not to be bothered by me. Sitting down in the chair I opened up a big bottle of scotch, not bothering to pour in a glass, but just drink the whole bottle bottoms up. There was a cough and I turned to my left to find Marcel sitting next to me with a grin on his face. "My co-leader of this amazing city is down here, drowning away in his sorrows? And here I thought you were going to make a great King just as myself." A grin spread on my own face. "And I never knew that my co-leader would be so cocky in a time when there is nothing to be cocky about." I ended the sentence with the grin disappearing. Marcellus noticed it so his grin disappeared too as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Well, you'll be interested to know that I just got off the phone with your sister and she is taking a nice fine trip to Paris." "Tell me something I don't know." I said with bitterness in my tone as I grabbed another bottle of scotch and poured the drink down my throat. "Unusual don't you think?" Marcel asked me, grabbing his own bottle of bear. Sophie stepped out of the room and looked at the two of them at her counter, drinking it up. "Are you at least planning on paying for that? You will give me a reason to close this bar for some time since the drinks will be out and you will also make most of my customers unhappy." I growled and pointed a finger at her. "And if you don't wish to make this customer unhappy, you would find something better to do than waste my time with pointless conversations." I felt a bit drowsy at that point when I heard Sophie sight and point at me. "You could at least try to be halfway sober when you speak to me!" A mischievous grin was on my face as I looked up. "I am halfway sober, love. Just the wrong half." I heard Marcellus next to me cough up a laugh. Sophie's eyes showed anger and I could tell that meddling with a witch like her would end you up begging for mercy. But I wasn't just anyone. I was the Original Hybrid King of this city and as powerful as I am, I am scared of no one and everyone should know that. Marcellus looked at her and gave her a sweet smile. "Just put it on my tab, Sophie girl." I grinned at her once more before she let out a huff and turned to leave only to bump into the one and only little witch Davina. "I need to talk to you." Davina said in a whisper but I could hear her very well. "Let me grab my jacket. We'll go to the coven." Sophie replied, giving me a dirty glance before heading out of the bar with the little witch.
"What do you think they are planning?" I asked. Marcellus shrugged. "Whatever it is, Davina better tell me about it when I get home. Now, back to what we were discussing. Rebekah." "If you don't mind, I do not wish to be entering another conversation in which my sister is involved." "Come on, Klaus! She's up to something. I can feel it." "What makes you say that?" "She's been acting different." "Different as in she doesn't give a crap about you anymore or different as in she doesn't give a crap about this city anymore?" From the sound of my voice, I realized that if I continued drinking, all of this would get me to spill some things that maybe I did not want my protégé, Marcellus to know. He rolled his eyes. "I think you had enough to drink and the answer is neither." I wanted to grab another bottle of scotch but he stopped me. "Klaus, I'm serious. We have business to discuss." "Business? You mean as in my sister?"
Marcel's POV
I was not going to lie, I did want Rebekah to come back so that we could discuss some personal matters but this was more business for me than anything else. It has always been this way. I may have mistreated Rebekah along these 300 years of my life, but I was doing it for the best. Even now when I chose to stand by Klaus and rule New Orleans with him instead of choosing to spend my life with Rebekah seemed fair for both me and her. She could never understand that whatever I felt for her was pure and it was not my intention to fall in love with her. I know that she has always loved me, despite the many affairs with men she had in her 1000 years and even after all men of noble birth used to court her, she always chose me, the humble warrior who was adopted by the Mikaelsons. Klaus was looking at me as I was thinking about the blonde Mikaelson. He was grinning. "Marcellus Gerard, have you gone soft?" I couldn't take much more of this. I rang the bell at the counter and along came the beautiful brave bartended, Camille O'Connell. She had that glorious smile on her face as she was wiping some glasses. "What can I do for you gentlemen this evening?" she asked. I smiled and said, "Can you get us a tonic for this one? He seems to have drunk way too much and we have serious things to discuss." Camille smiled sweetly at me and then turned to Klaus. "How drunk are you?" Klaus rolled his eyes and sat lower in his chair. "Skating on a razor drunk." Camille nodded, turned around and started preparing the tonic I asked for. I started admiring her from the back.
She was really enchanting and pure, some of the things I always loved about her when we first met here in New Orleans. She was caring and easy to be around. Rebekah is feisty, complicated, gorgeous, powerful, strong and a fighter. I always felt fire and excitement around her which turned me on, something I have always wanted. But I have changed now. I knew that a relationship with Rebekah would pretty much be impossible considering the circumstances. Camille was good and kind. She always represented purity…and maybe that was something I needed right now? I watched as Camille poured Klaus the drink and he swallowed it all. "Don't ask what's in it, but trust me that it will cure anything." she told both of us with another smile. She stayed there and continued smiling at me while I was grinning at her. Klaus started coughing and I broke eye contact with her to see that he was starting to get in control of himself again and the look on his face was the normal one I've always known. I looked back towards Camille and thanked her. "No problem. Whenever there is a disease, I'm the cure." she replied, smiling. I really liked the way that sentence of hers sounded. She was about to leave the counter when I grabbed her arm. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked her. She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "Is Marcel Gerard asking me out on a date…again?" I grinned, not expecting her to be this direct. "What about Rebekah?" she asked, remembering that we were sort of a thing for a while. "What I had with her is long forgotten." Marcel said and Camille smiled and looked at her watch. "I am free in two hours. Meet me here, where our first date should have taken place." she told me ad I noticed a hint of seductiveness in her voice. The Camille I knew was more of a quiet angel but it seems the spirit of the new era in the city must have made her more womanly. I liked it. I nodded at her proposal and let her go at last. Klaus obviously heard everything and smiled. "Glad to see you moving on, mate. And with a girl like her, she's the perfect cure." Cami was my cure? I guess I had to wait and see and I couldn't wait for our date.
Klaus' POV
Whatever Cami must have given me really worked. I looked closely at the interactions between him and Marcellus closely. I knew what my protégé was trying to do. He was trying to move on from Rebekah, after leaving her to rule New Orleans with me once again. Smart move for him to choose to move on with Cami. I told him everything I was thinking when Cami left after she accepted to meet Marcellus at the bar in two hours when it closed. "Glad to see you moving on, mate. And with a girl like her, she's the perfect cure." I commented and Marcel smiled, nodding, somehow considering my words. I was his mentor, always have been. It was natural for him to listen to me. Truth be told, I have never accepted his relationship with Rebekah for the exact reason that he would hurt her and Marcellus has hurt her numerous times in their secret relationship. Marcellus was the one man who was worthy to be with my sister and although I have always believed that, and at times tried to cope with their relationship, I couldn't help but feel the same pain that Rebekah felt when Marcel did something to hurt her emotionally. If he were just another man, I would have ripped his heart out, but being him Marcel, I couldn't. I raised him since he was a child. I cared for him in a way I never cared for anyone. I couldn't leave him and he couldn't leave me. That was the same kind of relationship I wanted to have with my child once she would be born. I want her to smile, to be happy. I would care for her; choose the perfect man for her when she would grow older. I would never treat her as Mikael used to treat me. And I was planning on treating her mother with the same care, devotion and respect. Her mother…Hayley…My mind trailed off to the one woman who had made me let my guard down and be the one woman who ended up in my bed for centuries. Since the day I met her, I knew she was special, which is why I haven't laid a finger on her. When she called me, asked for my help, I was beyond happy that I would get to know more about her, never realizing how much the little wolf and I are alike. Sophie came back wearing her jacket and an exasperated look on her face. Marcellus nudged me and Hayley was out of my mind in a flash as I looked at the witch who threatened to end her life and my unborn child's once. I growled at her just for thinking about it. "Oh, now you decide to be sober!" she exclaimed and rolled her eyes. "I wish to know what you and Davina have been talking about in the coven." I said, standing up, Marcel standing up with me. Sophie just shrugged. "Nothing important. Witch business. You wouldn't understand." But her face told otherwise. Without thinking, I grabbed her throat and held her in midair. "Klaus, stop!" Marcel exclaimed and I let go of her, breathing heavily while Sophie did the same. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, coughing as she stood up. She was right? What the hell was wrong with me? Sophie left the bar, ending her shift for the day. Marcellus faced me with his hands crossed over his chest. "What made you attack her like that? Maybe it was really nothing but witch business." "Well excuse me for not forgetting how she threatened to kill Hayley and my child, unless I help them win the war against you." "Why are you so ticked off when it comes to Hayley? What happened with you two?" he asked me.
Marcel was expecting an answer and I had no idea how to give it to him because I was wondering the same thing. Hayley and I barely had what you would call a relationship. We have been going one step forward and then taking two steps back either due to my childish behavior or due to her temperamental attitude towards me and everything I do which doesn't please her. "I am simply worried about my child…and I am worried for Hayley. I do not wish to put them in the same situation with the witches again." Marcel shrugged. "I understand what you mean, but is there more?" I slammed my fits on the table. "Why do you wish to know?" "I don't know. She's difficult to understand…she's very much like Rebekah. She's beautiful, strong, feisty, bitchy attitude when need there be and a leader." I looked at him, surprised. "Leader? What makes you say that?" Marcel put down his beer. "Come on, Klaus! I would have thought that after 1000 years of experience you would have realized with what kind of woman you living in that house with. She is clearly queen material. She's got everything a Queen should have. Very much like Rebekah…and Cami." I took his words into consideration. Was Hayley really a Queen as Marcellus said? I thought about the way I have been treating her lately and the way I have been upsetting her. I was mostly to blame for the situation we were in. She was stuck with me due to a night of passion…which was beyond anything I have ever experienced with other women, something I will never admit to anyone, but it was. Hayley was special and I knew that. She is not like any other woman I have encountered in my 1000 years of existence, not even my first love, Tatia could compare to the force, the leadership, the beauty and wittiness that Hayley possessed. I thought about trying to form a sort of relationship with the mother of my child and I knew just where to start. I smiled to myself as I looked at a worried Marcel next to me. He was lost in thought, probably stuck between two beautiful yet different blondes in his life. I was glad not to be in the same sticky situation as him, although his situation, mine would have been more fun. "So…the werewolves." Marcel finally said. "Yes, the werewolves." I responded. "Are we still planning on ambushing them in the bayou and taking some of them in for question?" he asked me. "What would we question them about?" I asked back. Somehow I knew that I had the intention to maintain order around here and I had told Marcel a small fib that the werewolves could be plotting to get their town back from us. I knew that these werewolves were Hayley's family and therefore, they would have to be a part of my child's life. I wanted to know everything about them, get to know all of them and I also wanted to know if they wanted to take Hayley away from New Orleans to be with them, not that I would ever allow it. I realized that a small chat with them I still wanted but I wanted to change some things.
"I will go to the bayou and integrate them myself. There will be no need to ambush them. I will deal with them my way, is that clear?" Marcel groaned. "What's the matter? I already told my guys to get assembled. We were ready for a stroll in the bayou tonight." "That will no longer be necessary. You can give Diego a call right now and arrange for them disassemble the army." "So you are planning on going there by yourself?" "That's right!" "Well, there is no way that's going to happen. I am going with you." he said and I laughed. "You're a vampire, Marcel, not to mention the vampire who ran those werewolves out of town. You ran my family out of town. Do you really think that they would want to talk to me if you come along?" "They already resent you for what you've done to their species just as much as they resent me." I sighed as I knew that he got me on that one. Truth be told, I just wanted to be alone with them. There were two packs currently living in the bayou. My pack, descendants from me and my biological father who was their chief once, and Hayley's pack who was the real tortured one when Marcel took over. I put a hand on his shoulder as we both stood up from our chairs. "Marcellus, as I understand it, you have a date tonight with the lovely bartender, your chance to move on from Rebekah just as she is probably moving on from you as we speak. You wouldn't want to waste this opportunity to get close to Cami for a night patrol in the bayou, now would you?" Marcel thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Fine!" He looked at the clock. He had less than an hour before Camille would meet him at this exact bar. People have already started leaving. "So, put on something good to wear for such an event and sweep this girl off her feet with your charms…if you can manage." I figured that Cami wasn't a hard girl to impress such as Hayley, but she wasn't shallow and naïve either. If played right, Marcel would have her for himself in a couple of minutes but of course I didn't say that out loud to him. Marcel grinned and said, "I'll be going now…but don't forget to report back to me, alright? You are not the only King in this town." I nodded and smiled back as he wondered out of the bar. I looked once more at the clock above my head and realized that now would be a good time to check on Hayley before leaving for the bayou. I knew that she wouldn't be pleased to find out where I was going and what I was planning on doing but I was doing this for her safety and the child's so she shouldn't have a reason to complain. I sighed and made my way out of the bar as it was silently closing. Bourbon Street was prepared for the nightwalkers to party all night like they always used to and watching this town explode with joy and fun was exactly what I have been wanting.
Hayley's POV
Finally managing to sneak out of my room, dressed for the night, I needed to remember to give Rebekah a call before I left for the bayou and I did. Her voice sounded somewhat happy for someone who was planning something behind her brother's and her former lover's backs. "How are my niece and her mother?" she asked before even saying hello to me. I laughed and said, "We are both fine. I want to know about you. Was your trip okay? Did you manage to find the person you were looking for?" "Not yet. I have arrived in Paris and have searched every possible place where she could be and still no sign of her." I looked around, making sure that no one was there to hear me, not even Klaus' vampire guards who had to be there for my protection. Not mine of course, the baby's. Klaus couldn't care one single crap about me, despite his teases. "Rebekah, are you sure she's still alive? You told me a lot about her and your history with her. You told me that she was dead and now she is alive once again? And she's in Paris of all places when she could be right here where she was born and died, in New Orleans?" "I know how this sounds, but Davina told me she's alive and I can find her here and I will find her. That's not the problem. The problem is how I am ever going to convince her to help us. I have told you about our past. It's not…pretty." "As long as she is the one who can help us…I don't think it will be a problem for you to try to make a deal with her. With your talents, you can make a deal with the devil himself, Rebekah." "Thanks for the compliment but this is different. We used to be friends once when Marcel and I had that secret relationship behind Klaus' back. We both worked as nurses. I pretended to be her friend, although she used to be a sweet and innocent girl back then. I made her help me get Mikael back here to scare Klaus away so that Marcel and I could be together." "Does Klaus know?" I asked, shocked. "No. And just to show you how much I trust you and that I consider you the best friend I have ever had, I told you my darkest secret of them all, Hayley. Nik must never ever, never absolutely never know about this."
"Promise me that he will never know, that you won't tell him." "I won't tell him, I promise. We have other things to worry about right now. I'll probably even forget about it." "Alright! As I was saying, our relationship ended badly. She used to have a crush on Niklaus back in the days and we both changed our minds about bringing Mikael back with that spell. But what was done was done. There was no turning back and I knew that she would continue being a threat if she lived so…I killed her." "You killed her? Okay. Now I see how difficult this is going to be. Isn't there someone else we can go to?" "I'm afraid not. I have to do this. It's got to be her. I better go now. Try to stay clear of both Niklaus and Marcellus, alright? Give them no reason to be suspicious and stay safe." "Thanks. You be careful too. We'll see each other in a couple of days." "Hopefully, I will manage to bring her back." "I hope so too." "Okay. Bye, Hayley." She hung up and I put my phone in my pocket ready to leave. I made sure that there was no one around. Diego and Thierry, the two bodyguards weren't around, probably off in town doing Marcel's business as usual. I took this chance to sneak out but just as I was about to get to the main gate, a figure in front of me stopped me. "Hayley?" It was Davina. She was standing there, frowning in a confused way. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Just talking a night stroll. I've been to see Sophie about you know what. My question is what are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?" I sighed. "Davina, I know that this may be difficult to understand but I really have to get going." "Where? Hayley, we're partners, even friends. You have to tell me where you're going." "To the bayou." I hissed and whispered, "Keep your voice down. Someone might hear us. Even walls have ears in this place." "It's dangerous to be out there on your own." "Klaus is out with Marcel and I don't think that he will be back anytime soon. This is my one chance to visit the bayou and be with my pack. Please, Davina, you have to let me go." "Aren't you the least bit worried about your baby?" "I can take care of myself. That is not a problem. I've always been taking care of myself." Davina nodded and stepped out of my way. "Thank you." I whispered. "Be careful. Please." she whispered and helped me leave in peace.
Marcel's POV
I think I may have waited for more than fifteen minutes. I looked at the clock. It was late and I was getting worried. What if Cami had been abducted by anyone? What if something happened to her? I was about to leave the place and search for her when she entered the bar, looking absolutely stunning. I forgot about Klaus and his mission with the werewolves in a flash. She was dressed in a light pink pullover that hung low on one of her shoulders with a tight dark pink skirt. Her blonde hair was flowing over her shoulders, curled up and she had a white purse in her hands. I got myself cleaned up before I got here and just put on some comfortable clothes. I didn't want to look as Klaus would say it…cocky. She smiled when she saw me and she sat down next to me at the counter as the streets of New Orleans were filled with party noises, and the dim light from the candles I decided to put in the bar around us made her face look heavenly as she smiled. "So…do you always take women out on these kinds of spectacular dates in bars?" she began the conversation. I just laughed and shook my head. "You're the one of a kind." "I'm glad to hear that." she whispered and looked deep into my eyes. "The last time we tried to have a date like this one, it ended up…badly...with Rebekah mad…" I shook my head and placed my hand on hers which was sitting on the counter. "I do not want to hear any more about Rebekah. We are done. She even left New Orleans today on some sort of vacation I think, to feel freer. She might not even come back if she feels good there wherever she is." I told her grinning. Cami grinned back. "So, what do you want to talk about if not your ex?" "I want to talk about you. I know it may sound cheesy but I came here on this date to know more about Miss. Camille O'Connell." "Well, then, I shall tell everything there is to know about me." she replied.
Her ways of flirting with me while she was talking about some pretty serious things in her life was incredible. I had no idea that she could be this kind of woman. Camille fascinated me from the moment I set foot in New Orleans and the more I knew about her, the more I was beginning to like her. She was fascinating, glowing and a joy to be around. This was exactly what I needed at this point. Whenever I thought of Rebekah, I thought about heartbreak. I thought about how much I still loved her but somehow I also thought about ways to forget her and that lead me straight to Cami. She was pouring so much information out to me and I had no intension of stopping her because I was enjoying seeing her be serious and laugh at times as well. Time moved on and I couldn't stop looking at her face as she talked and I agreed with things, then starting to say something about myself as well. After hours of talking I realized that I really liked this woman. Cami suddenly covered her mouth. "Oh my God! I have been talking about me too much. I'm sorry. I didn't want this date to go this way. You've barely said anything." I watched her panic and smiled, shaking my head. I took her hand in mine and looked at her with a smile. "It was really nice getting to know more about you, Miss. O'Connell." We both looked at the clock. It was getting really late, but we both felt more alive than ever. Klaus' voice rung in my head "Glad to see you moving on, mate. And with a girl like her, she's the perfect cure." "It has been a wonderful date." Camille noted, standing up. I stood up too and nodded, refusing to let go of her hand. "It has been an incredible date. But I don't want it to end just yet." I said and Camille grinned. "What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Marcel Gerard?"
I thought about it for a few more minutes. Maybe she could be the kind of girl I needed. In a flash, I kissed her. She grinned and responded to the kiss. "More." she whispered. I super speeded us to her apartment and took all her clothes off while she took all of my clothes off. We kissed each other hungrily, and needy as we both fell on her bed. I have never seen her be this aggressive before, but the way she kissed me and clung on to me made me believe that she wasn't the just the sweet girl everyone made her out to be. She was a fiery woman…just like Rebekah. I trailed hot kisses over her body, opening up her bra and kissing her breasts and up her neck while she laid back, gripping he bed frame and screaming as I pushed into her. She grabbed my face and started kissing me forcefully while I thrust into her all through the night. I have to admit that I have never shared a night like that one before. Playing with her golden soft hair kind of reminded me of how I used to do that with Rebekah and she would giggle and kiss me passionately. That was in the past now. Cami would be my future. She was sleeping peacefully near me and I kissed the top of her head. I had grown feelings for this woman, not the kind of feelings that I used to have and probably still had for Rebekah, but I was getting there. Camille was the perfect woman and she was the woman who had to be in my life right now. She fluttered her eyes open and stared at me, grinning. "Hi." she whispered. "Hi." I said, dreamingly and pulled her towards me for a kiss. "What do you think about this?" she asked me and I laughed. "Cami, you are not at all what people think. You are no good girl. It's an act." Camille started grinning and kissed me again, running her fingers gently on my chest. "Well, you said you wanted to know more about me and here we are. Let me ask you something. What did you think about our time together?" "Just incredible." I answered straight away. "So…is this going anywhere?" I grinned. "We'll see." I checked the clock and realized that it was 3 o'clock. I hadn't planned on spending so much time that night with Cami but here I was. "I have to go now. I have business to discuss with Klaus." "You won't stay for the rest of the night?" she asked me, a bit disappointed. "Maybe another time, sweetheart. I really need to go now. I'll see you tomorrow." I told her and kissed her goodbye as I got out of bed.
Okay, this was a pretty long chapter and it took me a whole day to write this. I can't believe how many ideas I've just gotten. Marcel is now officially stuck between his love for Rebekah and his growing feelings for Camille, with who he also shared a night of passion with. I think you've already guessed who is the girl that Rebekah is trying to find in Paris. There will be more interactions between Klaus and Hayley in the next chapter for sure and we'll see if Rebekah will eventually find that special little helper. Now that Marcel is stuck between two strong, fabulous women, I really want to hear your opinion. Review and tell me who do you like best with Marcel. Rebekah or Camille? I also have a poll for this set up on my profile u/5009399/225Starburst#. Review, vote and tell me what you thought about this chapter and we'll see how our favorite four main characters' journeys will be. Long May They Reign!