The doctor made a phone call once he had calmed Vinny down. "Marcellus, I have a favor to ask. I need you to do the thing we discussed as gently as possible. Also, to come pick her up. I don't think it's safe for us to drive her." Vinny frowned, wondering what Elijah could possibly mean by all this. He hung up and smiled softly at Vinny. "Help is on the way Ms. Morselli, even if I don't think you truly need it."

Vinny was quiet. "I'll believe you when it works, if that's alright." Elijah sat next to her to wait.

"Take your time, Vincent." Vinny felt the same odd shiver when he addressed her by her actual name as she had the first time. She decided not to address it.

"Who's Marcellus?" She asked instead.

"An old friend who knows how to deal with trauma." He said, still not getting any closer to her. His smell was maddening and stirred something deeper within her.

Trying not to take another deep whiff of Doctor Elijah's soothing scent and embarrass herself all over again, Vinny thought carefully on her words. "That's an odd way to tell me he's the therapist you employ."

"Marcellus has an odd way of applying said therapy. You'll see." Elijah answered cryptically enough again that Vinny was left with the same amount of questions. So Vinny did wait, hoping he was telling some measure of truth and she would in fact see soon.

The car that drove up shortly after was expensive, but not flashy like the one Dr. Elijah had arrived in. A Dodge Charger. It was and shiny and and dark. The man who stepped out caused ripples of familiarity to lap at the edges of Vinny's mind. She nearly whined at the scent of him as well. If wasn't for my thus far non-existent sex life and the fact I'm a beta I'd wonder if I wasn't pregnant with this sense of smell. Or in heat. "Elijah." He was short with his words, looking Vinny over before sighing. "I really wish we could stop doing this. What's your name this time?"

...the fuck? "Uh..." She struggled to form a coherent thought in the face of this newest confusion. "Vinny Morselli."

Marcellus, as Dr. Elijah had called him looked very sad to be getting this introduction. And tired. Everything about his side of this interaction seems so well practiced. "You can call me Marcel, Vinny. Come with me and we can get started on helping you feel more like yourself."

x

Marcel couldn't stop glancing at his passenger whenever they hit a stopping point. Vinny looked...different as she always did. Dark curls, short hair. Sea-green eyes. She's never been Italian before. And descended from the Salvatore family. I'll bet Klaus had a heart attack. The one defining feature that told him this was definitely Vinny was the omega scent drifting to him from under seal of the witch's curse placed on her metaphysical being. It's the same every time with this one. Dried roses, a wet and earthy undertone, and the sweet smell of an omega's blood. He didn't know why regular, human alphas couldn't tell her apart from betas and other non-presenting humans. It was only ever supes like himself, the Mikaelsons to which she was bound, and people like Davina or Kol. Or Hayley, if she were still around.

"Is there something on my face?" Vinny asked, sounding just as tired and ready for something to give as he was. She turned her face to look at him and Marcel had to pull over the car, hands gripping the wheel tight as he felt the old chill of a violent memory gripping him.

It was her, decades back. Dying and pale in his arms as he tried to make her drink his blood. Her lips moved soundlessly as she struggled to breathe around the blood loss constricting her delicate form. "Don't." She mouthed so quietly there was nearly no sound at all. "It's just my time. I did what I could and saved who I could. S-sing for me. One last time. Like you a-and the boys do."

Marcel, shaking and feeling tears in his own eyes pulled her rapidly cooling form to his own and started to rock as he stuttered in a voice that wasn't the most beautiful, but comforting nonetheless. Or so he hoped. He sang one of the rowdy bar songs they often shared amidst drinks after a hard operation won. Then he looked down and Cara Simmons was dead, a smile still on her face Gently he stood noting how much lighter she was without one arm, looking over to where Klaus Mikaelson sat on his knees. He stared brokenly at a wall.

Although he was beyond simple fury at the loss of one of his best friends, Marcel was also curious. He had never seen Klaus broken like this apart from a handful of times. "Klaus." He paused. "Who was she to you? What happened here?"

In the smallest voice Marcel had ever heard come from the man, Klaus whispered in absolute agony. "I didn't catch her name, but she was Mine. My omega, sweet thing fated to me. And I just killed her. I just brutally dismembered my soulmate and the worst part is, it wasn't fully an accident. I didn't want her to leave, after all and...the curse filled in the rest. Fucking witch and her spell, around and around the circle of reincarnation as it orbits directly over my personal hell."

Marcel suddenly sympathized deeply with Klaus in this moment, understanding now why this death had hurt him so. He'd met a woman on a few occasions that one of the Mikaelsons would claim was their fated One. Their omega, though each time she had looked very different than the last. It was a horrible thing to accidentally kill someone you loved, even worse to know it both wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last. So Marcel extended a hand to the man who had created him in a more true sense than genetically. "Come on, Klaus. I know where she'd want to be buried. Cara used to talk about it all the time. I'll tell you about her on the way."

Marcel was jolted back to the present by the sound of Vinny fiddling with her locked door. "Cara, wait." He said, reaching out gently to pull her into a hug. She stiffened at first and then relaxed against him, clearly trusting him somewhere deep in the back of her brain. She was clearly filing away the name he had purposefully used. Let her. She'll remember soon enough when I get started. Again. "I...I will explain but for now I..." He hesitated before doing this next part but he was an alpha through and through and even if she was unclaimed and he was unmated, her sour fear beating against him was enough to make him go through with it. It's wrong. Omega...the omega is scared. He used the Voice. Not compulsion, just the power every alpha had on an omega untaken as she was. Something shifted below the curse and her nature as an omega pulled free. It would float to the surface soon.

"Be calm, omega. You are safe. You should try to sleep. I will protect you with my life." It wasn't a lie and she could definitely tell, the way she relaxed against his chest. Not again. Even if I have to keep her from them. She's going to live.