Chapter 14: Free At Last
"How many days has it been? I feel like I haven't moved in five years"
Violet lifted her eyes checking if Marcel was still awake. The last thing they both remembered was Klaus sending the wolves in and attacking them. They pretty much had nothing left to fight for, nothing in their body wanted to do anything.
"I don't know…All I know is when I'm getting out of here, I'm breaking my rule of not feeding on the locals"
"Well at least you're in good spirits about the whole situation"
Marcel picked himself off of the ground and sat against the wall. The wolves pretty much drained them of all of their blood. They had enough to move and talk but sooner or later they were just going to desiccate. Violet laid on her back and stared at the dark ceiling above her.
"Hey, we should at least be thankful that they didn't bite us with their poison. But I know that Klaus would never want you dead Marcel. He'd beat himself up for it if anything happened to you"
"Well apparently you don't know Klaus as much as I do. This is the guy who daggered his own siblings because they didn't do what he wanted…I'm more worried about you making it out of here"
Violet frowned and looked over at him. He glanced down before looking towards the dungeon door. That was something rare, him worrying about her. Violet always carried herself well and never found herself in any sort of trouble. Of course from time to time he had to treat her like a child but worrying never happened. But that's when it clicked to her, that this was more serious than it actually felt like.
"Why are you worried about me?"
"Because I know him, he is willing to kill anyone close to someone to get his point across. I watched Elijah rip Thierry's heart from his chest without a thought crossing his mind. I've seen most of my men fall but that was enough to make me worry about anyone"
Before she could answer, they heard the lock on the door starting to become undone. Both of their attention focused at it and to their surprise, a new werewolf came to the door. They had been visited by Brandon mostly so this one came without warning.
"I'm supposed to be here on blood check. According to the Mikaelson's, you both get to choose when you want your blood. It will still be either a little glass so does anyone want anything?"
Violet once again looked back at Marcel who just began to look the wolf over. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered why the vampires were just sitting there in silence.
"No, we're alright…"
He nodded and turned back towards the entrance of the door. The man slammed the door shut which made both of them jump slightly. Sighing, Violet looked back up at the ceiling as Marcel tried to look out the bared window to see the werewolf. He whispered to her as she looked towards the door…The man was gone without a trace. She sat up slightly as they heard someone begin to fumble with the lock. Marcel reached out and tugged on Violet's arm, pulling her back to the wall against him. The elder vampires sat there staring at the door as it slowly began to open. Another man, but much older walked through the door dragging the now dead werewolf behind him.
"It took me a while to sneak in here but I managed to compel most of them upstairs. Drink"
He tossed the man down at their feet in a flash. They both reacted the same way; they looked down then back up at him.
"Who are you?"
"I'll tell you who I am if you drink his blood. I need you both to be strong enough to get you out of here. I know you've been on limited blood supply so if you would…"
He motioned for them to drink the man's blood. They gave each other that look but slowly did what he said. They both wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and if trusting this man was the way to go, then so be it. He turned away in disgust when they began to drink. He waited until they were done and he moved over, breaking their chains. Marcel helped Violet up and they turned to him.
"Now can you please tell me who you are?"
"I am the vampire they call Mikael"
Mikael turned on his heels and began to walk out of the cell. Violet blinked as the name clicked in her mind. Marcel looked as if he was lost in a thought.
"Are you two going to stand there or are you going to follow me out?"
"Mikael, as in Klaus's father Mikael?" Violet questioned.
"Close but Niklaus was never my son. And yes, I am the Original so if we can cut the surprise"
"Wait, why are you helping us?"
"I'm sure the both of you know that I have been hunting this family so I can kill Klaus. I'm sure you don't remember Marcellus but you met me in 1920, my daughter told me where you all were so I could kill him. I know I compelled you to forget me"
Marcel nodded now remembering why something seemed to be missing from his memory. They all heard footsteps coming down the stairs which prompted Mikael to give them a look. Without hesitation, the three of the zipped away, leaving the mess behind them.