The Prince of Mystic Falls

111. Not on Kol

Pairing: Marcel/Davina (M/f) hairbrush-mild

Freya/Elija-Klaus (F/MM) hairbrush

Notes:

Warning: this is a lot. I had two different request that I was trying to complete. The muse sometimes goes in his/her own direction and I can't control it. I never really though this would happen and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Chapter Text

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Monday, January 1, 2011

New Year's Day

Morning

Marcel heard something in the game room. It was right next door to his and Rebekah's huge third floor quarters. Their bedroom door was open and Marcel vamped down the hallway.

"Connor? What are you doing up here?" Marcel said and then he noticed the girl.

Connor groaned, "What time is it?" He must have rolled off the couch he was sleeping on. Connor had been having a nightmare that he was back in the motel living with his mother and Erik, before she sent them away.

"Who's your friend here?" Marcel said pointing at the buxom half-dressed female red head on the floor.

"Does it matter?" Connor grinned.

"Young man, you better wipe that grin off your face. If Dad comes up here and finds you...," Marcel started. He stopped as the girl stirred.

Connor looked a little alarmed as he looked at the trashed room.

"Oh my god, we're dead. Aren't we? Marcel, what should I do?" Connor asked softly.

"It's 5 am. So I think you need to go down to your room and go back to sleep. I'll get her a pillow and some blankets. And maybe a water bottle and some pain killers. You didn't, ya know...?" Marcel asked.

Connor blushed, "I think I did. I didn't mean for it to happen, but, you know..."

"Tyler and Caroline weren't enough for you to learn your lesson?" Marcel scolded.

"Can we talk about this later? I'm going to head down. Ah, thanks. Sorry, if we woke you up," Connor said sheepishly.

"Sleep it off," Marcel ordered. He got the girl set up with some supplies and made sure she was still on her side. What the hell was his Dad thinking getting them a keg? Wasn't Kol supposed to be up here babysitting? Marcel became alarmed.

He walked down to Davina's room and opened the door. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully in her bed. He didn't want to wake her up, but something stopped him. Were those Kol's suspended under the bed? Marcel thought it was kind of goofy how Kol wore these under his jackets, an old fashioned habit he clung to. With a sinking heart, Marcel vamped over and pulled them from under the bed. He checked the closet, no Kol in there. Marcel looked at Davina, she shifted in her sleep and he saw something. Were those fang marks on her neck? Marcel saw red. He went back to the bedroom and woke up Rebekah.

"Come with me," he whispered.

"What it is?" Rebekah said alarmed.

"Here's where I found your brother's suspenders and look at her neck!" Marcel hissed when they got back to Davina's room.

"Oh my god, Marcel, he's feeding off of her? Damn him. What is he thinking?" Rebekah ranted quietly.

They exited the room and went to talk in their quarters.

Marcel was angry, "She is just as guilty, Rebekah. If she snuck him in there and let him feed of her. Plus, while he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the kids' party, Connor was in the game room screwing some red-hair chick who is still in there. I sent him to get some sleep. The game room is trashed. God knows what else happened!"