Chapter 30: Rezirèksyon

New Orleans, 1920. The streets were covered in slush and the air was freezing. It recently snowed to the amazement of the towns people. The Opera house was now ash which flowed through the streets with the breeze. Violet was rushing down the street making her way to the compound. Once she got inside, she slipped her gloves and hat off and looked around. Marcel was standing up on the balcony watching her.

"What happened? I received the telegram and I came as quick as the train from Atlanta would go"

He took a deep breath. "We framed Klaus and Mikael came. The opera house and other buildings are gone as you can see and they're gone. The Mikaelson's left"

She dropped her bag in disbelief. He and Klaus had always been so buddy that it surprised her that he would do something like that. Then again, if Rebekah got into his head…She had been gone for the last 20 years surviving city to city until she ended up in Georgia. It was slightly awkward considering that she never told any of them she left except Rebekah.

"You and that dame set Klaus up? Are you okay? Explain everything…"

Violet was sitting in their room flipping through pages and pages of books. She had her stacks of alums full of photographs, letters and God knows what else that she kept track of. Since she wasn't allowed to leave her room, she was thankful that she had brought those things from Georgia awhile back. Violet had nothing better to do unless she wanted to hear the Mikaelson's talk about their non-existing plan that wasn't going to work.

"Have you heard anything from the witch yet?"

Klaus shook his head as they were downstairs. Elijah reached into his pocket for his phone to call once more.

"I don't know why you're even trying!"

She yelled down and Klaus turned to Rebekah. "It's a shame you didn't compel you to not speak. Silence would be nice"

"Give the girl a break, when you lost Kol in Mystic Falls you were upset. I know this is affecting you but you just won't show it"

"You really balled up, didn't you? I'm just trying to figure out why you would do something like that? I mean, look at everything Klaus has done for you, why would you bump him off?"

"Rebekah and I were going to take the city. If Klaus was destroyed, we could have had the city under our hands" He pointed over to the table she was by.

Giving him a look, she walked over and shuffled through the written documents. It was what they wanted to do with the city and the house Marcel designed for Rebekah. That struck a nerve more so than anything else. She refused to even speak of her even though she left on good terms with her. It was embarrassing for him to have to call her for help.

"You and her, you are a piker. If you wanted Klaus gone so badly, why didn't you figure out a way to do it yourself? Ask the witches here, I'm sure he rued someone the wrong way. Instead, you double crossed him because you were in love with his sister. I thought he gave you permission?"

Once she officially made home in Georgia, she began writing letters but three years before. Violet still hadn't spoken to him in 17 years. She was doing fine in Atlanta by herself, making friends that would turn into family and building her home. When she got the telegram that New Orleans had burned down to the ground, she didn't even know what to expect.

"I sent you the telegram because I thought you and I could do this together. I still want this city and I won't be able to do this all by myself. This is your home too Vi, you can't tell me you wouldn't want control of this town. We'll make vampires and rule this side by side, king and queen"

Marcel was walking down Bourbon Street taking in everything. It was refreshing to see everything because last he remembered; well he didn't want to think of that. He didn't fully understand why and how the witches were able to bring him back. Cairus followed next to him wanting to be there when he returned. He couldn't tell Marcel the whole situation while being in front of Angelique. He couldn't call the Originals either because he really didn't want her to know he made a deal with them.

"I think it's time we pays those witches a little visit. My patience has had it up to here"

Klaus finished his drink and stood up. Ripping his jacket off of the chair, he saw the two men walked inside to his shock. Elijah looked away from his sister and did the same thing as Klaus. When Rebekah caught what was going on, she ran over to Marcel and grabbed him into a hug. He laughed faintly hugging her back.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you an update. I was afraid if Angelique found out that maybe she would exile me from the coven or worse. I switched words around and was able to bring your…Your vampire back" Cairus spoke up but Elijah nodded and waved him off.

Once Rebekah pulled away, the brothers stepped forward and greeted him the same way. It reminded Marcel of the time he came home from World War 1. Cairus smiled at all of them knowing that he did the right thing and actually wasn't part of a witch massacre which had been famous before.

"Where's Violet?"

Rebekah zoomed upstairs forgetting being too caught up in the moment. Violet gave her a side eye before turning them back at the book. She told her to come downstairs as there is something she needed to see. Honestly, Violet didn't think much of it. She really wanted to feed off of someone instead of a stupid blood bag. She got up off of the bed and followed her out even though Rebekah was already downstairs. When she reached the railing, Marcel looked up at the locked eyes. Violet blinked but didn't make any attempt to move.

"So we rebuild this city and bring it up from the ashes?"

Marcel nodded and walked down a few stairs. "We build and make our own kingdom. We erase everything that represented the Mikaelson's and we make it ours. We set new rules, make new peace agreements and take over everything they left behind. I know what's going to work and what we have to do. I'll need you by my side to do this"

"Very tempting Marcellus…"She joked faintly and shook her head. He always did have a way with words, he knew how to bring someone into anything. "Alright, I'll stick around until things start to go. Just don't take any wooden nickels"

Everyone turned their attention to her once she gripped the balcony. Violet launched herself downward hoping over it. She landed next to the table that the Originals were sitting at. Klaus made a joke quietly that she looked like a lion stalking her prey which everyone heard. Violet just continued to stare and stare which made Marcel question why she was acting so funny.

"Vi…It's me…"

It was that moment that everything fell into place especially her emotions. Rebekah purposely didn't compel her to turn them on seeing this as an opportunity and knew this would work. Once she saw Marcel, her emotions came back like the flick of a switch. Her eyes swelled up with tears and she zipped over. Klaus laughed to himself as he saw her kiss him. Elijah cleared his throat smiling as well. That kiss was way overdue and Violet waited far too long. She threw her hands around his neck and he tangled his in her hair. Klaus glanced over to his sister who had a faint smirk on her face. It was about time that she got what she wanted. Even though they had their differences, Rebekah still wanted the best for her. They let them have their moment which felt like an eternity.

-Balled Up - confused, messed up

-Bump Off - To murder, to kill

-Dame - a female

-Don't take any wooden nickels - Don't do anything stupid

-Double-cross - to cheat, stab in the back

-Frame - To give false evidence, to set up someone

-Piker - (1) a cheapskate (2) a coward