As always, I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. I do own Sarafina and the changes I've made to both shows.

More of a fun, fluff chapter. It will help you get to know her more. You'll see some of her past and some of the relationships. She's a very carefree person.

Chapter 11

At the back of the closet hung a white dress bag. She opened it and found a beautiful dress. There was a light, ruffly, white skirt, with minute gold sparkles throughout and a gold waist band that would rest over her belly button, cinching in her waist. The top was separate, but connected by skin tone mesh. It was a white strapless bustier, over laid with gold mesh, the same as the waist band. It came up to a scoop neck and cap sleeves, the shoulders came over the back and crossed, leaving her sides and low back bare. The look was fun yet sexy due to the fact that much of her upper body was covered solely by lace, and the skirt would only come to an inch or two under her butt.

She hurried to get ready. Marcel's closet had a small vanity filled with her makeup because they enjoyed getting ready with each other. Her eyes were adorned with a pale gold shimmer, and she had a gold based highlighter accenting her feature. Her hair was up in an intricate bun, with some of the curls loose. She had on gold drop earrings and a bracelet with gold and pearl beads wrapped around each other. Her dress fit perfectly, and it displayed her toned legs and perfect chest. The heels only added to the outfit as she was normally 5'3". They were sparkly gold peep toe pumps, with white satin ribbons on the heel. She now appeared to be closer to 5'6".

Marcel made her close her eyes every time he was supposed to walk by behind her, so that his outfit would be a surprise. She thought it would probably be funny to see him dressed in white and gold, but oh, had she been wrong. He wore a white dress shirt open casually at his chest, showing his very defined physic. Over it was a white suit jacket, with perfectly matching white pants that hugged his ass. He had a brown belt with brown dress shoes. In his pocket was a gold pocket-square that matched the colour of her dress and on his wrist was the gold watch she bought him five years ago.

He stood behind her in the mirror and they looked like two beautiful angels ready for a party in Hell. His arms were wrapped around her waist and he kissed her neck. To an outside observer they appeared to be one of the world's most beautiful couples. "You, my Angel, deserve to be a Queen."

Sara placed her hands over his and leaned back in his embrace. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she enjoyed his presence. She'd missed her best friend. Although, the term best friend seems so weak for someone who'd spent a hundred years or so by her side. "And you, Handsome, look worthy of being my King."

They exited the limo, and walked through their private entrance at the club. The spotlights trained on them as they walked in. The vast majority of the occupants knew exactly who it was that just walked in and those who didn't were unimportant. Vampires and witches alike, acknowledged their presence as they walked passed, be it with a nod, smile or greeting.

They made their way to a roped off area where a few of their most trusted and loyal waited for them. They were their friends above all else. The club was mostly filled with vampires because there weren't many witches in favour with either the King or the Queen, and of those that had been liked before she left, not many remained. Marcel had killed quite a few and disowned even more after the Harvest.

Their area had been adorned with gold couches and white marble tables for the night. No expense was ever spared if a party was hold for, or by, either the King or Queen.

Sarafina had received many Welcome Home's on the way to her table and even more from her friends. She enjoyed and hated it. The raven haired beauty wished her family wasn't in trouble, so she could stay here and resume her life, but in the end she knew her duty. She accepted what she had to do.

The night went on and she danced without a care in the world. She danced with Thierry, Marcel and quite a few of their other friends. Most of the lower vampires and outskirts witches refused to go near her, because they were deeply nervous. They knew she was beautiful and powerful and therefore felt inferior. Not only that, but the raven haired witch stood apart from both the vampires and the witches. Her only alliance was to Marcel. Being so, it made her even more of a wild card, an unknown element, in their minds. They didn't trust that she wouldn't kill them or harm them. Especially those that had seen displays such as the one she created earlier with the idiotic new vampire.

She was not prepared when a set of hands moved down to her waist and a body pressed against her back. She went to remove the hands, but when their skin touched she eased into the dance. She knew who's hands were on her and she allowed it. "I never pegged you as a club kind of man." She said.

"I was consulting a witch about unlinking my siblings and myself when I heard talk of a party in the honour of the Queen of the Quarter." The accented voice spoke behind her. He wasn't entirely lying to her. That had been the main reason for his visit, although he had done some research on what his mother had said about her. Well he had attempted too. It proved difficult with the mystical gag order. He hadn't found anything of use.

She turned around to face the man at her back. Sara was filled with panic. "Elijah, this is my secret, my home, my escape. You told me if I needed something of you I should only ask. What I ask is that it remains this way, that nothing you see here makes it back to Mystic Falls. To your family or mine. If anything affects them then we can discuss it and of course I'll tell them, but I beg of you. Please." By this point she'd led him off the dance floor, in the opposite direction of where she knew Marcel to be. Her hand was on his face and she was shaking with worry.

"I owe you my life, and that of my siblings. As well as my honour. You saved more than just my life that night, you saved my conscience from acts of undue violence. I will carry your secrets with me for eternity." He covered her hand with his. "Of this, you have my word."

"Good! Remember that. Now, lets dance!" She smiled brightly at him, and he thought that if his heart was still beating, it would have stopped in that moment. Her carefree nature was infectious. Every time he was around her he felt her child like joy, seep into his soul. He wasn't used to being weightless and happy, but he enjoyed how she gave him those feelings.

She pulled him onto the dance floor without another word. His outfit did not match the theme for the night, so they stood out. He was in a black perfectly fitted suit, with a navy blue shirt and tie to match. The dark look of his outfit drew attention, as everyone else was clad in white, gold and whatever other light colours they could get away with. Sara loved it; she thought he looked perfect. It felt like everything around her faded away until all that was left was a dark prince.

After dancing for a while, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find her second favourite man in New Orleans waiting for a dance. She knew Marcel had sent him. "May I cut in?" He asked.

She turned to Elijah. "If you're still here when I leave the city, you're coming with me. I still owe your family a sit down." She kissed him on the cheek before being led off by her friend. She knew he'd leave after she left him, and was honestly alright with that. She enjoyed the time they'd spent together, but she knew she was here for her friends, not him.

When they got a safe distance away, which meant they assumed he couldn't hear over the racket of the club Thierry spoke. "You do know who that was, right?"

Her only response was to giggle. "Yes. I know Elijah and the rest of the Mikaelson's. Did he send you over?"

Thierry nodded, and with that response she walked off towards the VIP section. She stopped at the top of the stairs that separated their area from the rest of the club. Her eyes scanned the lower area for any sign of her suited friend. When she found none, she turned to find Marcel.

He was seated with a blonde girl on his lap. Their embrace seemed intimate, but she could tell that he was feeding and that he had no intention of being intimate with the girl. She cleared her throat and the girl jumped out of his arms. He quickly compelled her to forget and she returned to the party downstairs.

"Were you worried about me?" She poured each of them 4 tequila shots and sat beside him on the exquisite couch. She raised the first one to him, knowing he'd get the hint.

Two shot glasses tapped the table at the same time, were downed and placed down, followed by the next 3 sets. She as always lost, but honestly with vampire speed he should be able to beat her by a lot more.

He smirked at her, waiting for the day she won. He had his suspicions about her powers, not that he'd ever tell her that, but silly little things like this proved it. She was faster than last time. "I always worry about you, Angel."

"Sure you weren't jealous?" She winked at him. The alcohol she'd consumed through the night, combined with what she'd just had, made her bold and even more teasing. They both knew he wasn't jealous, he wasn't possessive of her in a romantic or intimate way, but as her closest friend and her partner, he watched over and protected her.

His mind flashed back to 1932. 10 years after they had met.

Marcel walked down the streets of New Orleans with a singular purpose. He was looking for a man. Not just any man, but the man who was about to break his Angel's heart. He found this man sitting in a bar. Marcel made sure his entrance was discreet, as he didn't want anyone knowing he was there. This was difficult because of his new found power and leadership role, but he managed.

He had to hold his temper when he heard the man speaking. "She's quite a joy in bed. She's so broken and sad over her family. It's truly pathetic! Only when she's moaning under me is she of any use."

His friends all laughed and one asked why he even bothered.

"See, the prophecy the elders tell us about? It's her."

"Honestly? Someone so dull?"

Marcel could barely hold his body still. His Angel was not dull, or useless, she was brilliant. He would make her a queen. She deserved the world and he would ensure she had it. Sara deserved more than this impotent warlock.

"Yes, and I found a way to rip the power from her breast. For it, she must trust me."

He'd heard enough, he walked out of the bar and hid in the alley. He awaited the man's exit. When it came, Marcel showed no mercy. He ended the man's life with ease and no remorse. Then, he ensured that the body would never be found.

He spent the next week comforting his truest friend. He knew the troubles in her life, in the past with her family and he refused to let her be hurt more. She cried for the man she thought abandoned her, but at least she still had her magic and she remained unbroken.

She brought him out of his thoughts by saying they should go home. She was quite drunk by the time they made it to the compound, and her body was definitely in charge. Her encounter with Elijah and the fact that she'd become more accustomed to using large amounts of magic left her wound up.

Marcel brought her to her room and turned to leave. He stopped when he felt her body pressed against his back and her hands roaming under his shirt. If this hadn't been so very normal for them he'd worry about taking advantage of her. However, often times when they drank and danced they ended up in bed together. They knew how to pleasure each other like very few others could and it more then made up for the lack of emotions in their couplings.

They gracefully fell into bed together, and enjoyed their reunion.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Don't hate me for the hook up with Marcel. She'll still get her steamy Original time. Don't you worry.

Next Chapter, we get some Davina.

-Nicole