The Prince of Mystic Falls

32. Go Team

Someone asked for a Klaus/Marcel pairing, M/M, otk, hand, paddle

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The Grill was pretty dead. Kol was about to leave when he noticed a lovely girl staring at him. He figured what the hell and strolled over.

"Hello, love, what's your name?" Kol asked slipping into the stoll beside her.

"Vanessa, I love your accent. Where are you from?" Vanessa purred at the handsome vampire.

"Oh, all over really. I guess this is my home now. What about you?" Kol asked checking out the blue-eyed, brunette beauty.

"Oh, I just got a job at the high school teaching. Are you a student there?" she asked. Damn, he thought, she looked so young.

"Well, I guess if my brothers have their way. I prefer to be ah, home schooled as they call it here," Kol grimaced. So much for romance.

"You seem very mature, though. How old are you?" Vanessa inquired.

"17, almost 18, so pretty much an adult," Kol quipped wondering if he could just compel her. It had been a while since he had met with a lady friend. Tyler had showed him how to access the dirty movies on the telly, but he liked the real thing.

"Well, it's been nice meeting you. I don't know your name-," Vanessa said holding out her hand.

"Kol. Kol Mikaelson," Kol almost shrieked when he went to shake her hand. Somehow he managed not to react to the vervain that coated her hands.

"I guess maybe I will see you at the high school if you decide to go in the fall," Vanessa smiled and left .

Kol couldn't stop from wiping his hand on his jeans.

His vampire senses sensed another vampire nearby. He turned to see Damon Salavatore in a black leather jacket, though it was summer.

"And that is what you call a hunter, a hot one, but a hunter," Damon said gulping down the last of his bourbon.

It was 11 am.

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Marcus stomped up to his old room ready to fight anyone who stood in his way. The corner? He was the King of New Orleans. His guys needed him. The Regent was dead. Mikael and Ester weren't interested in him. Sure, maybe they could use him to get to Klaus...Oh, he hadn't really thought if it that way, but did that give Elijah the right to blow him off?

It hurt to remember how different Elijah used to be with him. Teaching him, guiding him, supporting him...then, Klaus got jealous and Elijah backed up. Those two were toxic together.

He threw open the door. Shit, was that damn paddle still in here somewhere? Klaus had put it on the dresser and then- with his vampire senses, he heard someone coming. Marcel vamped to the corner and put his nose in it and his hands on his head.

Marcel heard the door open and shut. From the footsteps, he knew it was Klaus. He heard a drawer opening and shutting. Marcel shifted from foot to foot nervously. He had something else being placed on the dresser. He heard the bed creak. What was Klaus doing torturing him? Just as Marcel was able to complain, he heard Klaus speak.

"Marcellus, come out of the corner so we can talk?" Klaus directed.

Marcel looked at him to see if he looked angry, but he didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Klaus, sorry about the wall. Elijah was really pissing me off. I'll pay for it. It's really not my fault though, if you would have heard him...," Marcel entreated.