Millennium | Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 30

Killing Tristan wasn't going to be easy.

He had every last member of The Strix backing him up. All of them, Aya included, viewed him as some sort of savior.

Which meant that Catalina was going to have to try and sway their favor. It would be easier than going up against them in a fight and potentially losing her life.

"Let me get this straight," said Lucien. "You want to go to The Strix Gala now?"

"Yes," she said. "I have to be brave enough to show my face in a room full of people who want to kill me. I'll even dance with Tristan if that's what it takes. He mentioned leadership. I could, potentially, ascend to the position with him in due time, let him think he's winning, then strike him down and make it look like an accident."

"Don't you think The Strix will know the truth?"

"All I need to do is get my hands on that little rulebook thing they yap about."

"The Strix Charter?"

"Yes, that. As soon as I check the rules, I'll know for sure whether my plan will work or whether I need something else. The one I need to kill for sure before anything is Aya."

"Simple," said Lucien. "Make her jealous. She'll attack you, and you'll have a reason to get rid of her. She has nothing on you. She believes she's mightier, but let's not forget that you nearly killed her after tearing your way through a lineup of vampires older than her."

Catalina smirked. "Good idea. So... next step might put me in a difficult position. I want to go and speak to Marcel, to convince him not to join The Strix. However, I worry he won't take it well, and then he'll tell Rebekah, and she's going to have a problem with me again. She's only just started being nicer to me, and if she thinks I'm making a move on her boyfriend..."

"Simple," said Lucien. "Pretend The Strix are using him to get to Davina. You can say they want a powerful witch in their Coven, and they know that once Marcel is a member, they're going to have leverage to ensure Davina will join."

"Smart," she commented. "If all goes well, I'll see Tristan later on, to tell him that I'll join, provided he leaves Marcel alone."

"Do you think he'll be alright with that?"

"He won't be. But he wants me more than anything. He'll have to deal with it."

She made her way to Algiers, humming to herself as she walked up to Marcel's loft after ensuring that he wasn't in St. Anne's for the day. She knocked on his door, waiting for him to open up.

He didn't look entirely pleased to see her.

"I was wondering if you'd come by," he mentioned, once he let her inside.

"Were you?" she inquired. "I suppose, now that I have my memories back, a conversation is in order. The last time we saw each other again, after 1914, I didn't remember anything about you. It was like we were strangers again."

"I never liked you very much," said Marcel honestly, pouring them both a drink. "You were always planning something with Kol. There was that one year, though. That you were like a mom to me."

"I suppose that singular year now means nothing, in comparison to the... thirteen years where I knew you, once we were both adults. Kol awoke after that slumber in 1901. He and I were plotting to take Klaus down, and you, of course, were his right-hand-man. You and Rebekah were the reason we were finally stopped in 1914."

"If I had known what you were trying to do," said Marcel, "I would have helped you. A dagger to take him down... it was brilliant. Too bad it's been destroyed now. As soon as he knew you were gone, he took the dagger and disposed of it, so that it can't be used on him anymore."