Whoever said you could never go home, was sadly mistaken. The Mikaelson twins, Klaus and Elsa, have returned to their beloved New Orleans, in search of answers to the rumors of the plot against them. But when they return, they find New Orleans is no...
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Pretty soon, Klaus and I arrive at a bar, where the witch told us to go. As we go inside, we find Marcel on the stage, singing "How You Like Me Now?". Oh, God. I hate karaoke. I whisper to my twin, "I wonder how many leaders sing in bars to their followers." He chuckles in amusement, "Probably more than we think." A couple minutes later, Marcel finishes the song and thanks the audience. Klaus and I watch him jump off the stage and walk over to a small group of people. "You killed it, Man." we hear one of his friends say, handing him a drink. Suddenly, we notice Marcel becoming tense, slowly turning towards us. "Klaus. Elsa." he says. Klaus and I reply, "Marcel." "Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa." Marcel begins to reminisce. Klaus asks as we slowly approach him, "Has it been that long?" "The way I recall it, he ran you two outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake." Marcel tells us. I reply, "And yet, how fortunate you managed to survive. Our father, I'm afraid, we recently incinerated to dust." All of a sudden, Marcel's friends and almost half the bar quickly move to stand behind him, ready to fight us. "Well, if I'd known you were coming back in town, if I had a heads-up..." Marcel starts, but Klaus quickly cuts him off. "What, Marcel? What would you have done?" I watch from the side as Klaus and Marcel get nose-to-nose with each other, staring one another down. Marcel soon breaks the silence, "I'd have thrown you guys a damn parade." Grins slowly appears on our faces and Marcel pulls my twin into a loving hug, both laughing happily. They pull away, but Marcel places his hands on the sides of Klaus's neck. "Niklaus Mikaelson. My mentor, my savior, my sire." he says with a smile. Then he turns to me, his smile softening, "And Elsa Mikaelson. The woman who became my mother." I smile and we share a hug. "I've missed you so, my Son." I tell him, kissing his cheek. "We had written you up as dead." Klaus says. Marcel pulls away, "I rose like a phoenix from the ashes. Let's get you two a drink." "I am quite parched. I'll have a..." I start to order, but Klaus and Marcel both cut me off. "Sweet iced tea, with a hint of lemon." The three of us laugh softly, finally reunited. A few minutes later; Klaus, Marcel, and I head to a private table, accompanied by a few of Marcel's friends. After Marcel places my drink in front of me and then starts pouring drinks for himself and Klaus. "It is good to see you guys." Marcel tells us. My brother replies, "It's good to be home. Although, please tell us the current state of Bourbon Street is not your doing." Marcel chuckles, "Something's gotta draw in the out-of-towners, otherwise we'd all go hungry." As they're talking, I couldn't help but notice one of Marcel's men standing by the front door, as if he was guarding it. "I see your friends are daywalkers, Marcel." I point out. He nods, "Yeah, yeah, I shared the secret of your daylight ring with a few buddies. Just the inner circle, though; the family." "Tell me. How did you find a witch willing to make daylight rings?" Klaus asks. Marcel replies, "I got the witches around here wrapped around my finger." Oh, really? Marcel's certainly gotten a little more cocky. But Klaus chuckles, "Is that so? El and I are looking for a witch by the name of "Jane-Anne Deveraux"." "She has some business with us." I inform him. After sharing brief eye contact with one of his cohorts, Marcel looks back at us, "You're looking for Jane-Anne? You probably oughta come with me." Then he stands up and laughs, "Ha-ha, showtime!" This will be interesting.
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A few hours later, after it got dark outside, Klaus and I followed Marcel and his gang of vampires through the French Quarter. Marcel certainly befriended a rowdy bunch of vampires, because they were walking on the rooftops and jumping on cars, setting off the alarms. "Oh, how's your family?" Marcel asks us. "Those who live, hate us more than ever." Klaus replies. "Ah, forget 'em. If your blood relations let you down, you make your own, eh? You two taught me that. And what's mine, is yours, as always. Even my nightwalkers, the riff-raff." Marcel tells us, looking towards the vampires on the rooftops. As he grabs a branch off a nearby tree, I say, "Well, they're hardly subtle. A bit of an overkill." Marcel chuckles as he wraps his arm around my shoulder, "It's the Quarter. Ain't no such thing as subtle, El." After he pulls away, he whistles and the vampire crowd begins cheering when a vampire brings a woman out into the open, her wrists bound in rope. Marcel starts yelling, "Jane-Anne Deveraux! Give it up for Jane-Anne! Come on, let's hear it!" He stops and looks at the witch, "Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth, and enforced, by me. How do you plead?" Klaus and I watch as he walks back over to us, "Was that convincing? I studied law back in the '50s. Hold that thought." When he goes back to Jane-Anne, he begins giving her a stern look, "Seriously, Jane. Tick-tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?" She glares deadly at Marcel, "I didn't do anything." "Mm, that's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. I mean, tell me, I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man." Marcel says, making Jane-Anne scoff in disgust. "Rot in hell, Monster." she snaps back at him. While the vampires murmur in shock at what she said, Marcel just smiles. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance..." Marcel starts as he walks away, but suddenly turns around and swings the branch in his hand at Jane-Anne's neck, slicing it open. My eyes widen as she begins to gag on her own blood. "Or not." Marcel callously says, walking away. As Jane-Anne starts to fall to the ground, I quickly vamp over to her, catching her in my arms. I stare down at her as tears slowly fill my eyes, whispering softly, "I'm sorry." She looks up at me and coughs out, "You're one of them." I shake my head, "I was a witch long before I was immortal." At that moment, the young witch takes her last breath and dies. While I close my eyes to silently mourn her unnecessary death, I start to hear Marcel talking to Klaus. "The witches aren't allowed to do magic here. She broke the rules." Marcel informs my brother. Klaus angrily reminds him, "I told you we wanted to talk to her." "Hey, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the show. Those witches, they think that they still have power in this town. I have to show them that they don't. I never waste an opportunity for a show of force, another lesson that I learned from you. And besides, anything that you could've gotten outta her, I can find out for you, and I will. I promise." Marcel replies, breaking my heart at the realization at how much he has become like Klaus. "Well, whatever it was, doesn't matter anymore, does it?" I hear Klaus say. "Good, good. Then let's eat, 'cause all that spilled blood makes me hungry. Ha-ha!" Marcel laughs and I turn my head, seeing him walk away from my brother. I notice a couple vampires walking by and I lay Jane-Anne's body on the ground, standing up. "Come over here, Boys. I need you to do something for me." One of the vampires scoff, "We don't take orders from you." Oh, really? I take a couple steps closer to them and I begin to compel them both, "I don't give a bloody damn who you take orders from. You're going to go and give this woman a proper burial. Now." I watch as both vampires nod and they go over to Jane-Anne's body, picking her up and carrying her away in the direction of the cemetery. As I watch them, I sense my brother walking up to me, "Marcel has changed, Brother. I don't like it." "I know you don't, Sister. I just asked one of his lackies and I know where we can find another Deveraux witch. We should go, before Marcel sees us." Klaus tells me. I only nod, knowing that my brother wouldn't understand my feelings for the loss of a fellow witch.
