Salvation of a Salvatore Sister

Bayou Accusations

  I lay low in the corner of the courtyard, night-walkers mingling around me. These idiots are too self-absorbed to see the threat right behind their backs. I smile. A hush falls over the rowdy crowd. Looking to the balcony, I find the reason why. Marcel stands there, gazing down upon his vampires, an amusement in his eyes. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night!" He calls, and the crowd cheers. "And, the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these," he holds up his hand to flash his daylight ring, "a daylight ring." The night-walkers all shift in excitement. "If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass." His eyes glaze over the crowd, grinning like a fool. A fool who doesn't know what's coming. "Here we go!" He gives the order and the crowd follows it, yelling and cheering as they form a circle, ready to see the fight. "Our first two contenders: Felicia and Otto!" The two night-walkers step into the circle, waving to the crowd before getting in their stance to fight. The two share a glance and the fight starts.

Their technique is sloppy and predictable. The man, Otto, is a walking boulder--some strength but no agility. The girl on the other hand, Felicia, has some technique as she throws punches and kicks with a tiny amount of precision, but she's weak and has no aim. Her hits would miss her target if her target wasn't so big. Eventually, Felicia wins by snapping Otto's neck. She raises her hands in victory and smiles up at her king.

"Damn, girl! Not bad!" Marcel calls to her. The crowd cheers and Felicia smiles, but her victory is cut short as Klaus vamps into the middle of the circle, snapping her neck. The courtyard falls silent. I smirk.

"Good evening! I'd like a word." He grins at Marcel.

"What do you think you're doing?" Marcel growls at him, leaning over the balcony railing.

"It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs!" The crowd shifts as Elijah walks through it, joining his brother's side.

"Yes, definitely not one of your more tasteful events," I call, as I walk toward the circle. Night-walkers around me step back, creating a path for me. They look upon me in confusion. They know the Mikaelsons, but they don't know me. To them, I'm a nobody. That'll change soon enough. When I enter the circle, I join Klaus's other side, glancing to Marcel with a frown on my face. "I mean, honestly, what's the point of this? We both know that fighting like some dog is never gonna get them into your inner circle, Marcel. No, this is just for your amusement. And I guess that makes you," I glance around at the night-walkers around me, "his playthings." I raise an eyebrow at them, daring anyone to say otherwise. They don't. I smile to myself.

"We've come here for the girl," Elijah jumps to the chase. "Give her to us, or we kill everyone here...starting with you." My eyes find Marcel's. He looks at me with...disappointment. I don't react. He looks back to the Mikaelsons.

He smiles at the brothers, trying to put on a good face, though I know he's angry. "You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands."

"Your home, is it?" Klaus echoes, annoyed.

"The girl!" Elijah calls, angry about how long this is taking. It is so obvious that he likes her. "I will not ask again."

"I assume you're talking about Hayley? Yea high, dark hair, bitchy attitude?" I snort at this. Elijah sends me a look, and I quickly compose myself. He's not wrong though, she is kind of bitchy. "Who is she, anyway?" He grins, curious about why we care about her so much.