The Other Mikaelson- Book 3 (On hold)

Chapter III

"Gia's proven herself. She knows what she's getting into. So, she's going to be the first one that I turn. Everybody else? First, I need to be sure that you can handle moving up a notch on the food chain. The emotional ups and downs, the solitude, and bloodlust. Imagine hearing the sound of a heart beating, beating, beating, and wanting more than anything to feed. That's what it's like to be a vampire. It's not for everybody. Some folks, well... let's just say it brings out the worst in them."

Marcel was talking with his vampire recruits, trying to replace the ones Keira had killed, when the latter and her big brother walked up to them.

"Elijah and Keira Mikaelson. Didn't expect to see you on this side of the river," he said.

"I guess we're both full of surprises, considering I didn't expect you to be remaking your vampire community after... right. I killed them all," Keira replied, smirking.

"My community was fine until Klaus had the brilliant idea to make moonlight rings. Now that Harvest girl's making more, offering them to the wolves in exchange for their allegiance. And the wolves are just kneeling at her feet. The Quarter's become a dangerous place, and you? You two are the last true vampires left! You ask me, you're better off joining my community! Maybe that's why you're here?"

"Well, technically we aren't even true vampires, we're the Original vampires, with different abilities and strengths-"

"Little sister, why don't you be quiet for a few moments while I talk with Marcellus?" Elijah interrupted. "Hmm, no. I came to make you an offer: find me the white oak stake, and I'll let this little social experiment continue."

Marcel smiled fakely back at him. "Aw, even if I wanted to help, I don't have a clue where the stake is."

"Yes, but you do have an ally in Davina. She can find it. Thing is, I'd speak to her myself, but I feel the conversation might become a little... unpleasant."

"You don't go anywhere near her," Marcel replied, his smile fading and turning serious.

Elijah smiled. "Then, it's settled! You'll deal with the matter personally," he said, patting him on the shoulder patronizingly and walking away.

"You're not going near her either," Marcel said, Keira having stayed behind.

"Oh come on, Marcel. We're friends! Ish!" the Original replied.

A few minutes later, when Marcel had texted Davina, the two went a few blocks away.

"Davina's on her way. By the time she gets here, you need to be gone," Marcel said.

"I'm not going anywhere until I know the whereabouts of the stake."

"You think she's just going to cooperate with you standing here?"

"Very likely, yes."

"First thing I learned living with your family-- wherever you people go, threats and bloodshed are soon to follow. So, just stay out of sight, alright? Try not to kill anyone."

New Orleans, 1821

Keira was simply watching her youngest older brothers play chest when her oldest brother stormed in.

"Forty-six. An entire tenement. Forty-six bodies drained!" Elijah said, pacing around angrily.

"Forty-six?" Keira asked. Then she smirked and looked at Kol. "They must have neglected the twenty-seven I left in the attic."

"Ah!" Kol laughed. "Why do people always run to the attic? I mean, it makes no sense!"

Elijah looked annoyed. "It is difficult enough to keep our presence in the city a secret without the two of you doing absolutely everything in your power to draw attention to us."