Chapter 3: The Past
~~By the way, I hope I'm writing Marcel, Klaus and Elijah well. I've roleplayed Damon, Stefan and a minor Marcel for a moment. I hope I'm doing them justice because I'm actually enjoying writing this. Correct me if I'm ever wrong~~Reanna.
New Orleans, 1845. A blonde girl roamed Bourbon Street looking for a place to stay. Her green eyes flashed between buildings never being in the city before. Use to the open land and dusty roads, the city life was full of rich and mysterious people. Turning a corner, she bumped into a man coming from that direction.
"Pardon me" She said softly looking at the building curiously.
He nodded at her before speaking. "That's quite all right…Are you lost?"
"New to this area, I've never been in the city before. I'm actually looking for a place to stay"
He looked her over and that's when it hit him, she was a plantation kinda girl. Her clothes looked more from a farm than the normal suit and dress around town. He couldn't tell if she was from a rich plantation full of slaves or if she came from a small home.
"There is a nice hotel down the street if that's what you wanted" She looked at him with a sheepish smile.
"You have no money? None at all?"
The girl shook her head sadly. "I recently left my home and the only thing I've got is this bag full of stuff. Do you know of a place where they take in the less fortunate?"
"You could come stay with me, I know you don't know me but…I live in a large house and I'm be more than glad to take you in. I'm Marcel" He extended his hand.
She looked at him worried. He was dressed well for his color so she knew that he couldn't be a slave of some sort. Should she really trust someone that she just met, he could be a killer for all she knew.
"If that's okay with you, it really means a lot, taking me in even though you do not know me. I'm Violet"
She placed her hand in his and he kissed the top of it gently. She blushed looking down at her bag. Marcel let go and picked it up…
Outfits were placed all over her bed and Violet stared at them quietly. With a bloody glass in her hand, she took a sip then looked over into the mirror. When she returned back to New Orleans 4 months ago, she didn't think her welcoming would be so warming. She also didn't plan on staying as long as she is now. She wouldn't give up until he became king once again.
"Wardrobe crisis?" Marcel stood in the door way, his hands in his pockets.
"I'm trying to figure out what outfit this necklace goes with. Those stupid mangy dogs ruined my last outfit so I went on a little shopping spree full of compulsion. We really need to do something about them" She placed the glass on the side table as he came into the room.
"What sister did this belong to?" He picked it up off of the bed.
"Rose's hence that the color is pink. If it was Betsy's it would have been purple. I'm lucky that I didn't lose it in the river, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself for losing it"
He nodded and looked over the clothes. Laying it on the middle outfit, he saw the glass of blood but ignored it. Marcel knew her history very well but could never seem to remember her family since she didn't talk about them much.
"This is a very nice home…Thank you again for everything you've done for me"
Violet held the tea cup and admired it. She never had that fine of china back at home. Marcel smiled and leaned back in his chair. He settled her in a while ago since the Originals were gone doing some sort of business.
"Let me guess, you grew up on a plantation or a farm. It's hard to believe you've never been in the city"
"Little farm, not that rich. My father believed that we should do all of the work, he wants slavery to just end as bad as the slaves do. Were you a slave?"
"I was until my family found me and made me into who I am today. You're a bold girl coming into a city that is full of danger" She blinked and took a sip of her tea.
"I could say the same, inviting a stranger into your home…You do not know what I could be capable of"
They both laughed quietly. It was nice talking to someone besides Klaus and Elijah, most of the time it was about vampire business or something with the city. He could feel human with her.
"What about your family?"
"Well um…" She placed the cup on the table and looked down. "My Mother died of a sickness when I was a young girl. I was the oldest of six children, myself, Rose, William, Alexander, Scarlett and John. I mostly took care of them since they didn't have a mother figure"
"What happened to them?" She looked up and paused for a moment. "A few weeks ago my father picked up a disease while working around God knows what. William then got it, it went to Rose and everyone else…They're dead, my father told me to leave when I had the chance since I never caught it. That's why I was wandering around, I left with hardly anything"
"So what are we going to do about those werewolves?" She began to pack away the extra clothes away.
"Well plan A failed so we need a plan B. I have an idea but I'm still working on the idea so it's not worth sharing yet. I promised Josh that Aiden would be kept safe so the rest of the wolves are targets"
"You save Aiden but you wouldn't save Jake for me?" He looked at her with an annoyed expression.
"Oh calm down it was a joke Marcel"
She slammed the dresser door shut and that cut through their silence. The necklaces hanging on the rack rattled and he got off of the edge of the bed that he was sitting on. It was a whole lot different than they were used to. Hiding away in some abandon factory as if they were a disease ready to spread on the city. It wasn't fair, he wanted his city back.
"What did Klaus say to you earlier?"
"The usual, that I should thank him for saving my life even though you could have done it on your own. I told him that the dogs need to go, he should go with them. Oh, he thinks we're plotting against him to get our city. I didn't say anything though, he's always paranoid"
"Good, the less he knows the better. Just do me a favor and be extra nice to him but don't make it obvious. You had your little fling with Klaus back in the day so use that as a charm"
"Like you had yours with Rebekah and forgot about me? You do realize everything you're saying is coming back at you, right?"
Violet laughed lightly and moved over to him. She patted his shoulder and he shook his head. He walked over to the table and picked up the glass of blood. Marcel gave her a look that she knew very well. Looking down, she rubbed the back of her neck.
"No more blood Violet, I mean it. I don't need you losing control again"
She mocked a salute and he walked out of her room. Huffing, she knew she had to be more careful with drinking blood. She already had a lot before he even caught her with it. But like he said, the less he knows, the better.