𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐢𝐢

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𐌀𐌌𐌀𐌙𐌀

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Something felt different.

Like there was some type of suspense in the air.

That was the first Amaya noticed when she stepped out of her car and walked into Rousseau's.

She walked towards the bar, where she was greeted by a blonde bartender whose name tag read 'Camille'

''Hi, what can I get you today.''

She seems nice

''A raspberry mojito, please'' Amaya said as she sent the blonde bartender a small smile.

''Coming right up.'' She shot Amaya a smile before going to make the drink.

While Camille made the drink, Amaya looked around the bar for any familiar faces.

And she couldn't help but smirk when she found the exact person she was looking for.

Marcel

''One raspberry mojito.'' Camille placed the drink in front of Amaya before leaving to serve other customers.

Picking up her drink, Amaya made her way to his table and sat right in front of him.

''Amaya'' He choked out as he stared at her like she was a ghost.

''Marcel.'' She smirked satisfied with the reaction she received from him. A century ago, she would have cried if people were scared of her.

Now, she loved it. The amount of fear she could instill in when someone simply heard her name.

She thrived off of it.

Maybe she and Klaus were alike in some aspects.

''What are you doing here.'' He sneered. ''I already have enough problems to deal with. I don't need another hybrid running around town.''

Amaya was slightly taken aback. The last time she had seen Marcel. He was barely able to mutter a word to her and now he was saying full sentences.

She was proud

''Well, a little birdie told me that you have a problem with Klaus.'' She smirked looking at marcel's shocked expression.