Her From Another World

~63. The Loyal Ones~

Stefan was both angered and amused as he got to know the predicament Damon had fallen into. He was angered on behalf of his brother and amused because he knew Damon word hate this time period for the rest of his life. Being so vulnerable was the last thing he would wish for.

It has been about two days since we settled in the plantation, Marcel mostly unaware of the current situation of the Mikaelson family since Klaus was doing his best to keep him occupied, distracted, and eyes away from here.

Damon with good sense had retreated into the back of the house, rarely coming out almost akin to the nightwalkers Marcel has running around him.

And Stefan knew if this continued a disaster would soon follow in Damon's wake for his anger would soon take over.

Knocking on the locked door lightly Stefan called out, "Damon, let me in. We need to talk." Stefan proposed only to hear no response from the other side.

"Damon!"

"DAMON!"

It was of no use and fearing something could have happened, Stefan broke the door rushing in as he felt his blood drain seeing no one inside the room. And it was troubling for none of them had seen Damon ever since settling here and that had been the main reason for his visit.

"Elijah!"

"Klaus!" He shouted calling out as he sped downstairs meeting the already standing brothers.

"Have you seen Damon?" Stefan questioned just to be sure.

But the two brothers shook their heads bewildered, "Did you not go just to check for him?" Elijah asked making Stefan shake his head.

"He's not there. Something must have happened." Stefan stresses and both Klaus and Elijah nodded agreeing.

Understanding the importance of the situation the three split up, Klaus stalking towards Marcel's direction while Elijah and Stefan towards the witches.

Marcel was, as usual, stalking Rousseau's bar, his giant frame seated on a bar stool as he half-heartedly flirted with the blonde bartender Camille.

Putting away the murderous expression he had been sporting Klaus sauntered into the bar making a beeline to the flirting coupe before sitting casually next to his sister's treacherous mate.

The only reason the sod was not having his head separated from his body was because of their past familial affections and Klaus could still see Rebekah's shadow dancing around the man.

Even while charming the young lady behind the bar Marcel seemed to be seeking someone else through her. But seeing this Klaus did not sympathize with the man for he thought it served him right, since it was him who brought this separation onto himself.

Keeping these thoughts to himself Klaus ordered himself a drink and as soon as the human walked away he turned to Marcel.

It was about time he got into the business at hand.

"Forgotten my sister already have you?" Klaus threw out the question side-eyeing the bartender while Marcel rolled his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, a mate is not someone that could be easily forgotten. And in my case who is the one at fault? I assume you are still carting her around in one of those coffins of yours." The words were bitter and Klaus did not forget to let his anger show.

"Do not blame me for your incompetence Marcel, you had all the time in the world to seek her, and all this while she'd been assuming you were not among the living. So keep the attitude to yourself." With those words, Marcel flinched the familiar ache that had been plaguing him for almost three hundred years coming back in full force.