Good to You

Chapter Sixteen

Marcel looked down on his courtyard in the Abattoir, hundreds of his vampires had congregated, forming quite the crowd as they conversed and drank.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night!" Marcel welcome them with his air of charm and charisma, drawing their full focus. "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 held on his hand where a daylight ring rested on his finger. "a daylight ring. 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." He encouraged. "Here we go!"

All the vampires started to form a circle as they waited for the announcement of the fighters, for their name to be called, waiting for the chance, for a shot at their very own daylight ring.

"Our first two contenders: Felicia and Otto!" Marcel announced loudly, his voice ringing out around them.

Felicia and Otto stepped into the circle the group formed and the two vampires went at each other, giving the fight their all, as the rest of the vampires cheered them on.

At one point it appeared that Otto had the upper hand, but ultimately Felicia won the fight, killing Otto.

"Damn, girl!" Marcel praised impressed. "Not bad!"

Felicia grinned up at Marcel, pride feeling her but then she felt a hand yanking her back her head being pulled roughly to the side, baring her neck not a second later her flesh was being torn, sharp fangs sinking into her neck, a hot fire ripped through her, it felt like she was burning from the inside out. A scream escaped her lips one of pain and agony.

"Niklaus!" Elijah pulled on Klaus, making him release his hold on the girl, she dropped to her knees, hand covering her ripped throat, shaking.

The whole courtyard fell silent and Marcel glared down at Klaus.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" demanded Marcel. "We had a deal. I was under the impression you weren't going to go around killing my people."

"It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs!" Elijah cut in, looking around at the other vampires distastefully. "We've come here for-"

"You took someone from me and I want her back!" Blood dripped down Klaus's chin, his eyes blackened. "You will return her to me or your vampires will start dropping like flies!" he waved his hand at Felicia. She's not dead. Yet. You want to save her life you'll do as I want."

Elijah glared at Klaus for rudely cutting him off. "We just want you to give us the girls. It would be a shame if we had to start killing all of you," He stared up at Marcel. "Starting with you."

"You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands." Marcel looked down at them from his balcony, his hands wrapped around the banister.

"Your home, is it?" Klaus repeated, damn near scoffing. It was his home. He built it.

"The girls!" Elijah's voice echoed around them. "I will not ask again."

"I assume you're talking about Hayley and Caroline? Yea high, one has dark hair, bitchy attitude? And the pretty little blonde, she was a whole lot more charming? Who are they, anyway?"

"They're both old friends. You know how sentimental I am about old friends." Klaus stepped forward, wiping the blood from his chin. "However, some friends are worth more than others." Klaus's warning was clear. He really didn't want to have to kill Marcel but if it came down to him and Caroline, he knew what his choice was gonna be. He would always choose Caroline.