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"LOOK, I UNDERSTAND that you probably want the city back, but it's not gonna happen." Marcel stood up, instantly alert at the sight of Originals in his territory. All of his friends joined in the defensive stance, equally wary of the present company. Most had dropped what they had been doing, following their leader's gesture. Some were already snarling, fangs bared as a threat.
Niklaus Mikaelson raised an amused eyebrow at their display, casually leaning against the entryway with his arms crossed. "Is that what you think I'm here for?"
The old Mikaelson compound was just as they'd left it a couple decades ago. The bricks, some cracked, were now dirty with grime; the doors were still creaky, still a barrier for the same rooms; but there were more lights now, and potted plants of the leafy variety. Kol stood parallel to his brother under the arched entrance, footsteps dramatically loud.
"That's not very creative of you, Marcel." Kol tsked, causing Klaus to give him an exasperated look. It had taken a lot of convincing on the younger Original's side for the Hybrid to allow him to join the interrogation ("Don't you think he'll be more intimidated if you had some backup, you know?"). Klaus was starting to regret agreeing to it.
"I don't care about the bloody city," Klaus spoke up, his English accent pronounced. His disgusted expression was rewarded with growls of protest, causing a wicked grin to bloom on his lips. "Someone from the grapevine told me you're friends with Rosalie."
Marcel gulped at the mention of her nameㅡnot her, not again. After decades without the kind brunette, Marcel had been more than ecstatic to spend time with her again. He was so comfortable in their friendship, so happy that she was willing to let him prove himself. Then, those blasted Originals just had to enter the scene again. The last time she was with them didn't end well for anyone.
"What's it to you?" Marcel neared the pair, vampire lackeys closing in as well.
"Is that a serious question?" The Hybrid gave a sardonic grin, squinting like he swallowed something sour. He was still leaning against the wall, looking unbothered as ever. "What have you told her, Marcel?"
"Why don't you ask her?" the vampire asked, dripping with sarcasm. Then, he gave a mocking chuckle. "Oh, that's right! You can't because she hates your guts."
It was as though something snapped in Kol at his insult, and in a flash, the Original had him pinned by the neck. The compound shook from the impact on the concrete. His eyes darkened, the memory of his heartbreak haunting him. A lot of the vampires in the compound moved forward, ready to defend Marcel, but the vampire gestured at them to step back.
