Chapter 31: New Beginnings
Dear Klaus…Or technically whoever reads this,
I honestly wonder if you are getting these letters. I'm sure you know that Freya is sending them wherever you three are. I highly doubt Klaus is taking time out of his day reading these so I guess if it is you Elijah or Rebekah, you'll keep getting these. Trust me, I would have stopped a while ago but Marcel is insisting to write them (Why he isn't writing them is a better question).
I don't know what one you last received but I guess I'll go back about a month or two. It's weird with you all not here, four months of no Originals is like a prayer. (Which is a joke since you can't tell in a letter…Hopefully Marcel won't read these before I send them)
Freya told me you passed through Mystic Falls Virginia a while ago. Where are you now? You know what, I'm just going to address one of you, and Rebekah I hope will be reading this. Anyway, I told you last time to tell Stefan Salvatore hello, yes I know Stefan and no I didn't date him Klaus (I can only imagine what you would say). So where are you now? Are you moving up north or going west, south? Mikael hasn't reappeared here so everyone here is safe.
I know Hope really misses all of you, especially you Bekah. I know you keep in touch with Hayley more so than us so I'm sure you already know. Marcel and Hayley have been hanging out a lot, they get along really well as of lately. (No Klaus, I'm not an abandon puppy again either). The city of New Orleans is at peace due to the vampires, witches and werewolves working together. Oh, and I'm not sure if Hayley told you or not but there has been a couple of times and Marcel and I (Mostly me) have watched Hope. I know how you are protective of her but Hayley said it was alright so I hope it isn't a big idea. I tried tea time then I realize she was still too young for that. You've all taught her well though; I hope you make it back safe, she'll be excited to see you.
The vampire army is slowly coming along. We've only given about three others daylight rings and we have our eyes on a couple more. So when you come back to a sea of faces, don't be too surprised at all the new vampires. It's weird from going to two vampires to dozens more. And I'm sure you are curious Rebekah considering how you were before you left. Yes, we are still together and no I'm not being a mean girl this time. You and I have gotten along more than we ever did now…This is just getting weird so never mind.
I know hunting down Mikael is probably exhausting and annoying wherever he may be. I just hope you are keeping in touch with Freya or Hayley (And I keep using the word Hope like a thousand times, sorry…). It's so quiet around here, well minus all the loud activities on Bourbon Street that I swear could break my eardrums half of the time. I hope my Georgia plantation is a good enough home for the three of you. I know it isn't as big as the one Marcel lived in but it's nice enough. I hope (I need a new word, Elijah, I need you here to teach me big words that I don't understand half of the time) you enjoy the porch as much as I…If you are still there.
Oh, Marcel always is looking over my shoulder so he wants me to tell you to be back for Christmas. We have this whole dinner thing planned (Domestic of me) and no I won't poison the food if you join us. I'm not sure entirely who is all going to be there since that is weeks away. We are pretty much like the vampire Brady Bunch, just a little creepy actually. Oh, that reminds me, in the last letter that you wrote me Klaus; don't ever call me Ripper Barbie again. That's something I can say, I don't miss that humor of yours. I take it you were around a certain Salvatore brother (And no, I don't know Damon either so no accusations to try and tell Marcel in the future).
God, this letter is all over the place and I'm sorry. I forgot to add the Algier witches. That spell that they put on Klaus and I, the one with the symbol on our hands. That was a spell which was going to make us go crazy eventually at some point (Nothing new for me at least). Angelique agreed to take the spell off that we didn't even know we still had. We've let them have a little shop on the Quarter which has business like you wouldn't believe. The wolves are another story which I'm not sure if Hayley has kept you updated on them. She and Jackson have been working with them to keep them away from hating us. Jake has since moved on with his family and left the Bayou. I bought them a little plantation still in New Orleans for his family. The pack hasn't excluded him either, which is mind boggling to me but then again, I don't know wolf business.
Anyway, come back safe and destroy Mikael once and for all (Sorry too for calling him on you twice, my part was only once so blame your protégé for that)
XX Violet…God forbid I don't put Marcel as well.
Violet stood up from the table and tucked the letter in her back pocket. It was time she ran another errand and she should have started counting a while back. She didn't really understand why Marcel insisted on her writing the Mikaelson's letters considering that they have only responded to at least two which was about two months ago. They were playing it safe while hunting Mikael considering of what happened to Marcel. They kept every tie to New Orleans short until they got rid of him permanently.
"Hey, when you see Freya, give this to her. I guess the witches want her to have whatever the hell this is"
Marcel walked into the compound holding out his hand. She took at looking it over. It must have been some witch gift, or something from Cami's storage that was running for days on end.
"I thought you were still upstairs sleeping"
"Nope, I ran around the city and checked everything out before setting the gym up for today. Twelve o'clock, not one or two o'clock like last time Vi"
Violet smiled as sweetly as she could before slipping the object in her bag. While fixing her jacket, she noticed him start to slip his grey jacket off; of course she had to get a look before she left.
"I feel eyes watching me undress…"
Grinning as he turned around, she laughed and told him she'd be back in less than an hour so she could be back in time to train the vampires more. As she was walking away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hey, I know I'm like five minutes late, the streets are flooding with people for the festival"
Violet rushed inside of Freya's new found home, well actually the Mikaelson's since they took the compound back. It was like she was queen of the house and she enjoyed that very much. She realized Freya wasn't sitting in her usual spot drinking tea which only meant one thing. The mansion was dead silent but she heard the footsteps coming her way. Freya stepped out with a new guy as she escorted him to the door. In the process, Violet shook her head and laughed.
"Sorry, got a little caught up with…James I think"
She pointed over to the chair and they both sat down. Violet and Freya had gotten along well and they became close friends over the past few months. Since she didn't have her family around, Freya was always in the night scene on Bourbon Street. Marcel first pushed her to hang out with her and Violet found out they had a lot in common.
"I don't even want to know what number this is, good thing Klaus isn't here to spoil the fun" She dug in her bag for the supernatural object. "I wrote another letter if you could do me that favor and Marcel gave me this to give to you. I guess it is some witch thing, I don't know"
She placed the letter on top of the object and handed to her. Freya was surprised at the gift and looked it over. "Well I'm sure I'll know what this is after a while…Party tonight? The streets are going to be crazy and I think that means drinking"
"If Marcel doesn't keep me on watch duty then definitely. Even if, I'll find my way to you and join in on the fun…James going to join us?"
"One time thing Violet and my brother aren't here to stop me"
She smiled and stood up and collected the things. They said their goodbyes and promised they'd meet back up at night. For now, it was the business of vampires and witches that were separate.