🕊 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 ⋆ 𝐝.𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞'ˎ˗

𝟎𝟎𝟗|𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

New Orleans :

They arrived in New Orleans in the middle of the day, the sun was covered by the clouds and no one could be seen on the normally crowded streets . The four vampires looked around , their mouth gaped . There was no such thing as New Orleans without it's constant activity and festivities , it was empty and cold , as if the apocalypse had happened.
They parked the cars in a narrow street and Stefan and Rowan shared a confused gaze , remembering the cheerful city they had been in in the 20s , dancing in carnivals in the avenues and drinking all night long .
"Well , looks like no one's out today ..." Damon commented , his eyes on the grey buildings .
"Let's find the bar ..." Rowan commended , glancing at the empty shops with a frown .
"What bar ?" Elena asked , cluelessly .
"Temple bar ... that's where I used to go to meet qualified witches . Hoping they're not at home ." Stefan responded , leading the way to a big avenue .

The temple bar was located near an old church , it had a big sign that said : " full menu on discount during happy hours" .
The quatuor stood in front of the glass doors and the sign also said open , so they stepped in . Stefan discreetly grinned as he spotted the table they sat around so many times .
" Jesus [ Damon blew on a dusty bottle of wine] I hope they have some great bourbon in stock ." He let out in a breath .
There was a bartender , a young girl with sandy hair , her name was Cassie , according to her name tag and she seemed pretty human to Rowan's eyes .
"Um? Can i help you ?"
Rowan walked to the counter and elbowed on it , fiddling with an empty ashtray .
"Yeah actually ... why are the streets so empty ?" Elena asked .
"Well you shouldn't be here yourself . Didn't you hear about Marcel's orders ?"
Damon disturbed the silence by grabbing a bourbon bottle and a corkscrew from a table . Stefan looked at his brother with a raised brow and he gave a 20$ bill to the girl with a apologetic smile .
"Marcel who ? And I was gonna pay Stef ..." Damon said , too focused on his bourbon to look up .
"Marcel Gerard. You don't know of him ?" Cassie questioned , shocked .
The older brother shook his head and poured himself a glass of bourbon .
"Bourbon ?" He asked the three other vampires.
Elena chuckled awkwardly: "it's midday , not really up for bourbon ."
Rowan approached the young man and held out a glass .
"If that can stop me from killing Marcel Gerard , then yeah ."
Elena asked : " what did he do to you ?"
Rowan replied , "oh - that ..."

Chicago( 1920s )

"Alright , if that doesn't tickle your fancy ... i brought a wine bottle from the 1800s" Rowan chimed , wiggling the crystalline bottle in her hand .
Along with it , shone a big 12 carats diamond ring she had compelled a rich aristocrat to give her and a long pearl orned collar. Her long hair was curled , falling on her shoulders and she wore heels with red lipstick , all men were gawking at her fetching beauty . Even Stefan had a hard time not checking her out in secret . Klaus on the other hand , openly showed his attraction with a hand on her back or admiring grins . In these hot summer nights at the bar , all eyes were on her .
"I would gladly have a taste ." Rebekah spoke, holding out her glass for Rowan to fill it .
As she did so , Klaus' gaze flew to the bar's entrance .
"Well look who's here... Marcel ... my friend !"
Rowan turned around and with a big smile , she invited Marcel to sit at their table .
"No thanks . Actually , I'm here for a very special request ."
Klaus leaned on the couch , his arms stretched on the back of it in a relaxed way.
" Do Tell ."
Marcel didn't seem friendly at all , in contrast with all the times he had shared a drink with them and laughed in his good French manners.
"I want you to leave my district ."
Rowan almost choked on her wine and she took a sit to have a better view on what she thought was her friend .
Klaus did keep his smile on , but his eyes darkened with a questioning light .
"What for?"
"I heard of two more corpses found on the Grand Avenue , and a few workers from the clothes industry have been spotted with bite marks on their necks ... and let's not talk about the Pense house , where 10 dead bodies with no head had been found ."
Stefan raised a proud finger : "oh - that'd be me."
Ever since he had his humanity off , he was the sassiest boy on earth , Rowan thought .
" I need you to leave . For the good of my people ." Marcel insisted .
Klaus closed his eyes for a second and reopened them with a faded grin .
"Marcel , dear . Think about it twice ..."
But Stefan interrupted him : "who cares about your people ? All WE want is to have fun ... to eat from good people's neck . Cause god knows how innocent blood is the best!"
Rowan gripped his forearm : "Stefan , love . We're gonna have our way eventually , just don't had fuel to the fire ."
Marcel huffed humorlessly .
"There's no way I'm gonna let you walk around my town leaving trails of dead bodies around ..."
"So off we go ." Klaus said , standing up .
"What ?" Rebekah belted .
"Marcel wants the good of his people , that's his will . Now let's go , let's find some other place to disturb ."
Marcel furrowed his brows , he quite didn't get from where Klaus' good attitude came but he saw clear in the Original's eyes , he genuinely wished to not bother the little town .
"Klaus ? Have you lost your mind ?" Rowan asked in a calm voice , she couldn't recognize the normally cold , heartless Niklaus.
Marcel gestured to the exit and shook his fancy hat at Niklaus with a glad smile.
"It was a pleasure having this talk with you Marcel but I'm not leaving ..."
That was Stefan talking . He had his finger up to his chin , a smug smirk playing on his slim lips .
"Rippah , love. Let's just find that town I talked to you about and suck blood from all the inhabitants ." Rowan lied , only to drag Stefan out of this .
Eventually , they left Marcel's town , but not before Marcel locked down every person in the French quarter .

New Orleans :

"Marcel closed the district to protect us ."

Rowan beheld the bartender's eyes , they seemed empty as she spoke those words.

"To protect you from what ?" Damon asked .

"From people like you ."

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