𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 ᵗᵒ ᵃᵘ

𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 the boarder of New Orleans he felt eyes on him everywhere.

Sighing in annoyance he walked past the group of tourists happily chatting about the witch tours they host here and into a dirty ally way.

Seeing two figures walk in shortly after him excitedly whispering of the feed they can have without Marcel knowing.

Deciding to allow his Mikaelson dramatics to shine through he undid his suit and took of his blazer.

Placing it over his arm he did the Mikaelson arm pose whilst looking over his shoulder at the two males. "Gentleman, shall we?"

The blonde hair make became rather cocky very quickly. "And what's a human like you going to do?" Titling his head to seem superior. The brunette laughing in agreement.

Turning round to face them he let his face flash his vampire face his bloodshot eyes making them worried.

"Its funny young vampires haven't yet learnt their history so don't know they are telling to a vampire who commands respect... An original." The two vampires paled and made a run for it but he was quicker holding both of them against the ally way wall in a choke hold.

"P-please." The blonde spluttered ironic he was a cocky bastard a second before.

Tilting his head in mocking him, tutting. "Never seem to learn." Making eye contact with the blonde he compelled, "Where is Marcel."

"He's out of town for a while told us all to look out for anything fishy whilst he's gone." The blonde answered monotone.

The brunette stared at his friend bewildered.

"Well that's great timing.". He uttered before making eye contact with the brunette who was spluttering out apologises. "Where does Marcel live?"

"He lives at this compound in the middle of town you wouldn't miss it." He answers invontarily.

"Why thank you Gentlemen." He smirked before ripping there hearts out.

Seeing the blood over his hands along with the organs his scrunched his nose up in disgust pulling out a handkerchief and whipping his hands after dropping the hearts.

"Well that was disgusting."

The stench of alcohol filled the air along with pop music and the heavy breathing of people who were already dancing. The smell of sweat making him wonder why he had chosen to go to a bar.

Oh right to meet Cami, Niklaus's therapist in the near future.

"Hello can I take your order?" A blonde green eyed female asked her cheeks flushed from all the constant moving her heart pounding against her rib-cage and taking in deep long breaths as breaks in as she talked to customers. The name tag gave that was roughly added to her white shirt read 'Cami'

"Cami. Is that short for something?" Looking back up at her.

Looking at the male slightly confused before answering, "It's short for Camille most people are to drunk at this point to even ask." She pointed out scrunching her nose up in disgust at the sight of people already stumbling and yelling out profanities.

"Well yes.." His lips curved into a frown he felt sympathy for everyone who had to deal with this along with himself in his past life he was also a bartender and knew how much of a hassle these people would become. "I'd like to presume that I can handle my liquor much better than that."

"I think they did as well." Camille stated her lips pulled into a grin making Elijah laugh.

"Well then Camille let's have a bottle of whisky-"

"I don't think I can do that." She glanced at him wide-eyed with disbelief.

Frowning in displeasure he respected her decision and asked, "2 Glasses of whiskey then."

Getting into Marcel's home a complete different story he had to bypass every one of them before reaching his room and there were like 30. Paranoid much, and they weren't even that old maybe a 100 and some just over 200.

Amateurs.

Sitting down on Marcel's arm chair he leaned back and slowed his heart to a beat that it could pass as him strolling the streets outside not breathing wasn't that difficult to be fair.

Just so that when Marcel would walk in he would be shocked, confused, angry and maybe just maybe sad.

Entering his room Marcel sighed in frustration he had just found out that Klaus was back in town and so he officially needed a drink. His eyes widening in alarm seeing Elijah sat in his arm chair.

"Good Evening Marcellus." A classical Mikaelson smirk planted on his face.

Straightening his posture Marcel inquired, "An Original in a suit older brother to my sire.." Before musing, "It's ringing a bell." He laughed faking to think of where he heard of him. He was trying to rile him up and whilst it was working he refused to take bait. "Elijah Mikaelson." Before swiftly adding, "What can I help you with?"

"I need you to give me the girl."

"See that's unfortunate. I can't do that." Marcel was worried.

"Well then I see I have no choice.." He trailed off, "If you lay a finger on the witch that casts this spell let me promise you this Marcel I will kill you." He threatened. He only needed Davina for the linking spell luckily OG Elijah did make connections with witches and a friend of his would be more than happy to help he just didn't want them to die once they finished it.

"You shall forget I was ever here." He compelled the vampire before leaving to go the cemetery to kill some witches.

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I know this isn't as long as I said chapters would be but in my defence I want to get a chapter out today due to the fact it's Christmas. 

Merry Christmas all even if you don't celebrate this sort of stuff have a nice day none the less <3