Back in Mystic Falls

23. The Hybrid

Pairing: Finn/Marcel (M/M) hand, 5x

Klaus/Marcel (M/M) hand, paddle

Chapter Text

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Mikaelson Mansion

Sunday, July 29, 1855

Marcel gave Rebekah a quick kiss goodnight, looking both ways to make sure no one was watching and said good night. They were lingering at her doorway, not wanting to part.

"Tomorrow, luv," Rebekah said, holding back. Her blue eyes seems like they wanted to say more.

"What?" Marcel asked with a grin.

"Nothing. I just miss you is all," Rebekah replied almost shyly. She had spent the evening on her balcony watching the boys play their "foot" ball game while reading a novel.

"Bekah, I am waiting for my story," Stefan called tiredly. He tended to sleep with her on the nights the nanny was off, after she got him ready for bed.

"Coming, darling," Rebekah smiled. She turned to see to Stefan, but Marcel caught her arm. His touch send sparks of desire through her. She giggled, "Marcel!"

"Someday, Rebekah, we shall not have to part at night. I promise you that," Marcel said with determination.

"I will hold you two that," Rebekah said as she pecked him on the lips again before shutting the door to her bed chamber.

Marcel leaned back and looked up at the new paraffin wax burners suspended from the ceiling. It created a lovely glow in the hallways. Marcel marveled at this new house and the details his father had added. He loved Rebekah and wanted her, but he did not want to hurt Klaus. He went to see him now.

"Papa?" Marcel called, tapping on his door frame. Klaus was at his easel painting.

"Son! Come on in, I have started a new landscape series. If you like, I will make you one for your study. Maybe Elijah's," Klaus offered.

"Did Uncle Elijah ever come back from town?" Marcel wondered. It was growing late and Elijah was never this tardy, especially when there was work to be done.

Klaus looked out his window at the yellow moon hanging in the sky and felt uneasy.

"I assumed he would be home by now," Klaus said putting down his brush. "You head to bed. I might take a trip to town. Finn usually stays with Sage until late."

"No, I want to go with you," Marcel said quickly.

Klaus hesitated, "No, you go to bed. You have that meeting tomorrow. I would feel better with you here at the house."

"But Papa,-" Marcel began to argue.

Klaus hardened his expression, "Young man, I said no. Now kindly obey me or before I head to town I will give you a few cracks with your uncle's handy...ruler."

Marcel smirked, "I think he displaced that instrument in the move, Papa. Now, quit being stubborn and let me go with go."

Klaus exhaled and softened, he pointed outside to the moon. "Do you see that?"

"Yes, Papa. So what? It is a full moon," Marcel said impatiently. He had no idea what Klaus was getting at.

"I have been sensing that we are not the only supernaturals in Mystic Falls. Being a wolf is not something that is easy to explain, but sometimes I get a feeling that...there are others out there. Marcellus, if there are werewolves near, I want you nowhere near them. Now, kindly left me to locate your uncle and we will speak no more of the cheek you have been displaying of late," Klaus said wiping his hands again on another cloth to ensure they were free of oil paint.