The Prince of Mystic Falls

35. Seraphina

Pairing: Elijah/Marie(Seraphina) (M/f) otk, mild hand

It didn't hit Freya until after Bonnie had left that maybe Marie could join the coven, too. That would anchor her magic and if they could link to her, then both Bonnie and Freya would be infinitely more powerful. It was a gamble, though. Wild magic was so unpredictable and rare that few covens would allow a witch rife with it to practice with them. Yet, some covens would not hesitate to try to cipher that power. It really depended on the ancestors or natural spirits of each environment that the coven resided on. She would talk to Bonnie about it. They really should have changed Marie's name and appearance by now. No strangers got near the compound and they hadn't left, but with everything going on, it would be prudent to cut any ties she had left to New Orleans. Freya added that to her to-do list. Being a Mikaelson was a full-time job in itself.

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Matt didn't know how he felt today. It was true that he had told Klaus about the party because he started to think it was dangerous, but the real reason was that he was pissed at Tyler. When Tyler knocked him out of that chair for a stupid joke, something snapped in him. Matt might have been a match for Tyler physically. They worked out together and played football and were pretty evenly matched, but Tyler was aggressive. He didn't back down. Matt knew about the curse and didn't want to die because of a stupid prank. So if he couldn't fight Tyler with his fists, he fought him in other ways.

"Hey man, going down to eat?" Jeremy said pulling on his shirt.

"Yeah, I am starving despite all the shit going on," Matt admitted.

"That was rough last night. I remember all the times Ty tried and actually did kick my ass, especially when we were fighting over your sister. It's like he's being that guy again. I mean, not all the time, but more and more. I don't like it," Jeremy admitted dabbing on some cologne.

"His dad used to be like that. Real nice to the rich and important people in town, no offense, but like your parents. To people like me and my sister, he was an ass. Not mean, but just acted like we were under him. Okay, fine, so he was a snob...But sometimes to Tyler, he was fucking hostile. When we lost a pee wee game, football, once time when we were like 8, he slammed Tyler against the wall and screamed at him for dropping the ball. Everyone was there, but you know, what do you say to the mayor? Those were the few times I was glad I didn't have a dad," Matt admitted pulling on his clothes.

"That's what I mean, that kind of stuff makes me feel sorry for him. But look at you. He grows up in that huge house with everything and you took care of yourself. You could use that as an excuse, but you don't," Jeremy pointed out.

"But I also don't have the werewolf gene, I mean not that I know of. Hell, did you realize we're like the only two normal ones in this house?" Matt smiled.

"Normal? I wouldn't go that far," Tyler said walking in.

Matt figured he would just bite the bullet and act like nothing happened.

"Well, you're still alive," Matt said evenly.

"Yeah, but barely," Tyler slipped down the back of his shorts on the right side to see the damage in the mirror.

Jeremy whistled when he saw the red marks and a few welted areas.

"Is that from the...belt?" Jeremy wondered wincing as he looked at the painful area a little closer. He also saw a small bruised area.

"Yup, but you won't believe this. The party is still on," Tyler said carefully replacing his shorts to where they were without scraping them against his skin.