Chapter 2: The Aftermath
~~So I saw two readers have followed this story, thank you.I thought I'd try to continue from where I left off, so wish me luck and tell me if it sucks. I only wrote that short spot so I'm trying to write more for you guys. Thanks~~Reanna.
"Marcel, I already told you I'm fine. Just a little hazy from the vervain that's all" Violet watched Marcel tuck her into her bed with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm just double checking Vi, do you need anything?"
He moved away from the bed and looked around. Closing the window, she sighed slightly annoyed. She understood that losing Thierry, Diego and all his vampires was a downfall but she was perfectly okay. Violet unwrapped herself and he sped over to her.
"You are driving me insane, the window is fine, I'm fine we are back to normal. Now let's just talk about what we were doing before this werewolf business came into play, Klaus…"
He tapped her right cheek twice and gave her a serious look. The factory was dead silent but Marcel had caught the noise of someone or something. He turned around to face the door way and she peered over his shoulder. Klaus Mikaelson stood there leaning against the doorjamb, a slight smirk on his face.
"It's nice to see you two scheming again. I take it you recovered fully from their attack?"
"I'm okay…Marcel, could you get me a blood bag or two?" She looked at him slowly.
"I think you can handle one blood bag, two might be pushing it even for you"
He signaled him leaving to go get the blood bag. When he reached Klaus at the doorway, he nodded at him and Klaus returned the favor. He disappeared out into the hallway and Klaus took the opportunity to step inside. Violet's room was as plain as Marcel's, nothing special since they had to trade homes months ago. She cleared her throat and inched closer to the window cracking it open. He walked over to the dresser and saw the group of necklaces hanging up. He grabbed them gently before speaking.
"You both are lucky you still here considering you two plunged into the river without warning. Marcel should be thankful no wolves caught him in the Quarter. You're welcome by the way"
"Just doing what needs to be done, get the wolves out of the way so the vampires can play"
"Poetry at its finest, you've always had that knack for writing. You know Violet that's one thing I've always admired about you; you have a fire inside and won't back down for anyone"
Klaus zipped over which caught Violet by surprise. He gripped her chin between his two fingers gently. His blue eyes scanned hers before letting go and admiring the outside like she did earlier. She turned her attention back towards the window ignoring him, wishing he would just leave.
"You are forgetting that I know all about you and that you will do anything to protect him. Whatever you two are scheming against me…I will enjoy watching the both of you fail"
He heard Marcel approach the door so he took a step back. Marcel stepped inside of the room with a confused expression on his face. His brown eyes glanced between them and he cleared his throat.
"Here's your blood Vi" He strolled over as Klaus passed him once again with a smirk on his face.
"It was nice speaking with you love" With that, Klaus disappeared.
Violet eagerly grabbed the cup and drank the blood. He watched her scarf it down as if she hasn't drank in a couple of days. She did have a violent past that no one really ever mentioned, they always tipped toed around it. He watched carefully and grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Have you drank before?" He grinned as she lowered the cup with a bloody smile.
Elijah stood on the balcony of the compound and looked out into the streets of New Orleans. It was a calming scene comparing it to earlier this afternoon. The sun was starting to set and all was well for the time being. Feeling a draft of air, he raised an eyebrow as his brother walked up to him.
"Ah, the night life is already picking up I see. Don't you miss the days when we could be civil with one another?"
"Those days are long gone Niklaus. It's time for us to come together as a family to rule this city together. Esther and Mikael will be taken care of as well as Finn"
"Marcel and Violet are planning something against us"
Klaus leaned on the railing and looked down at the parade of people. If they only knew the city they were in. Elijah squinted at the thought before shrugging his shoulders.
"Is this one of your paranoid hunches again?"
"You know that Marcel wants his city back and that is the reason his little girlfriend ran back into town. The spell Finn did a while ago on the vampires seems to affect her more so than the others and it looks like Marcel will have a handful. At least this will be his problem and not ours"
"I'm surprised you even killed some of your own werewolves for them. They do not stand a chance against us; they already lost one of their bravest soldiers. Oh come on Niklaus, you took care of her the first time since our sister was wrapped up in one of Marcel's romantic adventures with her"
Klaus rolled his eyes remembering to the days that were long gone. The 1800's were a time where everything was all over the place. Klaus found Marcel, he fell in love with Rebekah. He turned him into a vampire then Marcel creates one of his own, Violet. The Mikaelson's raised him and they practically raised her as well.
"Well don't forget her bite is as deadly as her bark…" Elijah laughed faintly before walking back into the compound.