~~I want to say thank you to all the reviewers as well, especially Adela who always leaves the same charming comment. I love reviews but I seem to never get them. It makes me know that you guys actually like this and if I've made any sort of mistakes (Which I know I do and I'm working to edit and update). But thank you for reviews and if there are any more to come. And I saw a review about my character Caleb. Caleb is a vampire Violet turned and not Kol's Kaleb. Just clearing that up if there was confusion.~~Reanna
"Doesn't this just bring back memories?" Violet said glancing out the passenger window. Marcel didn't say anything as he kept his eyes on the road. "I mean, what would be the odds of falling into the river twice?" She looked away and towards the bridge they were approaching. It was the same spot where they had wrecked their first car many months ago. It was a strange feeling being there and he wasn't going to comment.
"Let's not jinx ourselves. We're just going into the swamp to send a message and we'll make it back in one piece"
"Fine, I just thought I'd reminisce of how fun that was. I never heard so many bones break before; all the water was red when they were pulling me out. You were still unconscious and you were lucky you still had your seatbelt or you would have just drifted. I think my screaming took most of the sound but do you remember"
"Violet!" Marcel had said clearly irritated. "Didn't I just say let's not talk about this?" He shook his head in disapproval and she rolled her eyes. He felt like he was talking to a child rather than a girlfriend. He wanted to kill Elijah for suggesting they go out into the swamp to cause trouble with Tristan's pack. Of course Violet would jump on the bandwagon once she heard the words cause trouble. Marcel had been doing his best to keep Violet in check and she was slowly losing herself piece by piece. She hadn't come out of their room for two days and all of a sudden she was ready to go into the swamp.
"We're only going in there to send a warning. Nothing extreme is going to happen and you have the chance to clear things up with this Aarick guy, alright?"
Nodding faintly, she looked back out the window and glanced back at the river. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that they went into the swamp and she could do what she wanted. Violet hated being like a child, mostly scolded like one. She was just trying to make conversation because she knew that they would never fall into that river again, it wasn't cosmetically possible. Once they reached the end of the road they knew that the wolves weren't too far from there. Stepping out of the car, Violet began slipping off her leather jacket. Marcel watched her as he zipped his up.
"It's a little warm" She said brushing off his look.
The vampire King and Queen made their way through the muddy swamp much to her displeasure. "I still don't understand how people can live out here. The mud, the alligators, everything out here isn't livable. But animals are animals so dogs will be dogs"
"Well you did date one so I wouldn't be so quick to judge"
Violet snapped her head towards him and glared. Sure that was a very hypocritical statement but she had meant every word of it. No one understood how she could hate the wolves so much but yet turned around and dated one for five months. Her hatred for them came out of nowhere and has lasted ever since. Once they reached the living quarters, a few women looked then took off. The two stopped and looked around at the cabins. There was no one around and that made Marcel a little nervous. Sure if they had gotten bit, they could easily make it back so Klaus could heal them. But being wolf bait was not the way to go out. If you're going to go out, go out with a bang.
"I'm looking for Dakota. Not here for any trouble just to talk so if you could come out" Marcel called out as his voice just echoed back. It took a few minutes before anyone showed up. A man and a few others came out and he assumed it was Dakota. The best way to go about this was to speak with the pack leader instead of some lackey. He didn't say a word; he just looked at the vampires with an angry look.
"You know you aren't supposed to be out in the swamp. That means you're fair game"
"I said we're not here for any trouble. I want to talk to you about the Crescent wolves and Tristan de Martel" The man shifted his eyes between them before telling the two he had with him to move forward. Marcel had held his arms out as one of the guys patted him down. Violet watched the other one and back away. "No way in hell am letting him pat me down. I didn't arm myself with wolfs bane grenades, where would I even hide them?"
Marcel looked over at her as she crossed her arms. Shaking her head she said no to Marcel and he gritted his teeth. Looking back towards Dakota, he watched and waited. "Rules are rules, either you get patted down so I know you have nothing on you or you and your boyfriend leave"
Cocking her head to the side, her eyes lit up. "Why are we following rules by the wolves? Can I ask a question?" Raising her eyebrows she looked towards him. Waiting for a response, Violet was going to do something that no one expected. She zipped over to Dakota and grabbed him around the neck. He attempted to fight her off but she held him in a tight grip. "What happens when a pack leader gets killed?"
Before Marcel could get a step in, she twisted his neck and dropped the body to the ground. The two werewolves stood watching speechless as they just watched their own pack leader murdered. Marcel clamped his mouth shut and looked away…This was about to get worse in three, two, one.
One male wolf went for her and Marcel had no choice but to grab the other one. She waited for the challenge and accepted the invitation. When he lunged at her throat, she bared her teeth and buried them into his neck when she got the chance. Marcel snapped the others neck as she turned around to look at him.
"Elijah did say to send a message, right? An eye for an eye and everyone is going to die"
"I told you that nothing was going to happen! You just killed the pack leader and now all of these werewolves are going to want our heads. We have enough on our plates as it is. You are losing control and I'm not going to keep pulling you back like I always do. Get in the car and let's go"
Hearing people's voices start talking, Violet turned around to look at all the other wolves that approached. About twenty wolves, male and female stood looking at what had just happened. The whispers were loud, the terror on their faces and rage of others. She scanned the crowd for Aarick who was nowhere to be seen.
"I want Aarick Bivox, where is he?" She called out but no one said anything. Cracking her neck, Marcel worried if she was going to start killing. He could easily snap her neck and carry her back but dragging her as dead weight would weigh him down. Besides, running from wolf problems made him look like he was weak. Marcel was too prideful to do that.
A female wolf who was hiding in the bushes jumped out and tackled Marcel to the ground. Violet spun around to look at what happened. Two male wolves jumped at the chance and pounced on her. Fighting the wolves off, the vampires had got the upper hand and killed them. Bloody began to cover the ground as Marcel and Violet had no choice but to destroy the werewolves in their presence. It wasn't the entire pack and that made them wonder where all the others were. They handled the wolves one by one until everybody was on the dirt ground.
Licking her lips, she wiped the blood that was on her chin wiped it off in her pants. She smiled to herself believing that it was the most fun she had in a while. He looked around at all the bodies brushing her cheek off in his jacket. "I think we're done here, let's go"
Violet grabbed her phone off of the ground when it slipped out of her jeans. She opened up the camera and took a few pictures. Marcel had rushed over and ripped the phone from her hands. "I said let's go. I'm not doing this with you Violet. You come back into the city normal or…" To leave almost slipped out of his mouth but he didn't want to give her the idea. "We need to tell Elijah what happened"
Not even worrying about Aurora, he wanted to tear Tristan's heart out of his chest. From stepping into his city unannounced, turning his girlfriend into a monster, killing some of his closest friends and trying to rule out the Originals were at the top of his list. The city was number one but Violet was close behind. She followed him as they made their way through the bodies. Hearing a gasp, they both slowly turned around and saw Aarick looking at the bodies in shock. Marcel saw something click in fight and grabbed onto her upper arm. He didn't seem to notice the vampires at first until their movement.
"You…How dare you come into my life and try to screw it up! Why did you do it? Let go of me!" She ripped her arm from his grasp and shoved him back. Tumbling to the ground, she ran over to the boy before he had a chance to get away.
"You've never seen a ripper before, you're going to see one now"
His eyes had opened wide which gave Violet much pleasure. He was absolutely terrified and she could feel his entire body shake. If he was her brother and so called vampire, he wouldn't be as terrified as he was at that moment. He didn't say anything so grabbed his firmly. "If you don't answer me, I have no problem tearing out your throat and you can join the rest of them!"
"Get off of him now!" Marcel had been a few feet with a branch in his hand. He would stop her at any cost, even if he had to draw blood. He never understood how to deal with her in Ripper form. It was a confusing situation and it seemed like he would always do the right thing even if it was dramatic. "You know I have a rule against killing anyone under eighteen, let the boy go"
She twisted her head to look back at him. "Why? He's been spying on us all this time? He deserves what he gets and I'll be the one to watch him die"
"Look…We can take him back with us to talk to him. You can do whatever you want there let's just go home before anyone else shows up"
His best bet was to get her out of there no matter what it took. He wasn't as furious with Aarick as Violet was but she obviously had her reasons. He would let him go and run back to Tristan as his rule is applied. Marcel refused to lay a hand on him but she on the other hand had different options. Violet had glanced back at the lone wolf seeming to debate on it. Baring her fangs, she shook her head and dug them into his throat. Aarick had screamed out and tried to push her off.
Marcel had zipped over and grabbed her by the shoulders ripping her away. She tucked herself to roll on the ground and stopped as she looked up. He helped the boy up and offered his wrist. He shook his head no probably in shock as Marcel just bit into his wrist. Snarling, Violet jumped on the chance but Marcel was quicker than her. Grabbing her around the neck with her head tucked between his fore and upper arm, he pulled until he heard a snap. Violet had sunk to the ground, eyes closed and the branch fell next to her body.
"You either drink for that bite to go away or you bleed to death. Your choice"
Aarick hesitated afraid that he might try something. He was raised not to trust or even acknowledge the vampires but he took the chance because of Tristan. He felt the blood on his neck and knew that it would be better to just drink a few drops. As Aarick did what was needed, Marcel looked down at Violet and rubbed his mouth. He was going to have to get control of this situation and fast.
Picking up her lifeless body, he cradled her as if she was a child. He said nothing as he walked away from that eventful afternoon. Aarick watched quietly before speaking. "He was going to kill my family if I didn't do it. I had to go along with it; I could put them at risk. Those vampires own this pack, if we don't do whatever they say we face extinction…Why should it matter now, you killed half of us. I'm sorry…I never wanted to do it"
Marcel glanced over his shoulder and listened. He nodded faintly but if you blinked, you missed it. He was done with the werewolf business. It was time to get revenge for ruining his life, his city and everything else that belonged to him.