184. Marcel Gerard | A Threat

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Marcellus Gerard X Reader

Word Count: 1120

Requested: Anon

Request: You're good friend's with Klaus and reader has a crush on Marcel. Reader talks a lot but gets quite when he is around cause he makes her nervous. Story.

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You hadn't expected a call from Klaus but you got one, you groaned when you saw his name but you answered anyway "What could you possibly want with me?" You asked.

"I need your help." He answered.
"With?" You asked.
"A threat." He answered.
"Yeah that doesn't give me much to go on, you know that right?" You asked.
"I need a witch." He informed you.
"I'm flattered out of all the witches that you could have chosen, you chose me." You smirked as you walked around the room collecting things that you were going to need, that included a bag you always had packed for getting away quickly, your purse and your keys. "I don't have time for this, you know I do have other people in my life." You could see him smirking on the other side of the phone as he leant back in a chair somewhere.
"You'll help me anyway." He said and you rolled your eyes.
"You wouldn't have it any other way, not give me an address and I'll be there as quickly as possible." You agreed.

You and Klaus had known each other for years, Klaus had saved your years back and you had repaid him by helping him, it took a long time to gain his trust, even if you were a child you were still a witch and there was every chance that you were sent to spy on him (which wasn't true by the way). You were in fact just a child that wandered into the wrong situation, you were a late bloomer when it came to using your magic and for that, you were shunned, you didn't have many friends in your coven so when you were old enough you moved away, you learned to use your magic by yourself and became stronger, you were known for your magic and many came for your help. You did in fact have a life outside of Klaus but as usual, he didn't care about that.

"What am I doing here?" You asked as you walked into the abattoir.
"I told you I have a witch problem," Klaus answered as he leaned against the bannister above you.
"Going to need more than that if you want me to fix it." You informed him.
"He pissed off some witches out in quarter and they were just passing through but now they want a little revenge." You turned to the new voice and you had to stop for a second, the man that was standing in front of you was rather good looking.
"Marcel your overreacting." Klaus dismissed him and Marcel rolled his eyes before walking away, he had no intention of sticking around to be a part of a fight he hadn't caused and he had no idea why you had agreed to help either. You sensed it before they appeared and it gave you enough time to make a quick barrier spell before they appeared, they stopped at your barrier and you waved, one of them took a knife out of their belt and threw it at you, you caught it.
"That's not very nice," You smiled.
"Where is Klaus!?" She asked.
"Why do you care? You guys are just passing through no?" You asked and they looked at you.
"We were but there were more of us." She sneered.
"Let me guess, he killed a few of your friends?" You asked.
"If you know then why do you help him!?" She asked.
"Because he keeps me safe." You answered. "The reason that I don't have any problems is the threat of the Hybrid so I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"We can't do that." She answered.
"Well, then I'm sorry." You said softly before you flicked your hand snapping the necks of the three witches that were standing in front of you. "Klaus!"
"What can I help you with love?" He asked a smirk on his face as his eyes landed on the dead witches.
"I need help moving the bodies, we need to put them somewhere that we can leave them to see whether they used a protection spell." You explained and he nodded disappearing for a second before Marcel appeared again.
"Klaus said that you needed help." He said.
"Y-yeah moving to bodies somewhere to see if they used a protection spell." You answered voice quiet.
"Downstairs there's a basement, we can leave them there." He answered and you nodded.

After moving to bodies Marcel stood at the door and watched you "Why do you help him?" Marcel asked.
"Why do you?" You asked as you took the knives out of their belts, looking at them for a second, there was a spell on the knives they couldn't kill the ones that wielded them.
"I don't have a choice." He answered, "I won't let him kill me."
"I need his protection, I have no coven so I need someone the scare away what few enemies I have." You explained as you took one of the knives from the girl to your left and stabbing it into the heart of the girl on the left of you, you continued that way until all three had a knife in their chest.
"Why did you do that?" He asked.
"When they wake up they'll die again, this time from blood loss, then we chuck them out on the street and leave it for the police to investigate." You answered as you walked past him, once you were back up the stairs you felt like you could breathe again, the man, made you nervous and you knew why you looked back before shaking your head that can't be right.

You stayed for a couple of weeks to make sure that no one came looking for those witches and during that time Klaus had been trying to convince you to stay but you didn't know what to do, you were on your own when you that night as you tried to decide what you wanted to do next. "Are you going to stay?" You turned to see Marcel and you shrugged.
"I don't know." You answered, "What reason do I have to stay here?"
"You said it yourself protection and I wouldn't mind have you around." He answered, you looked at him for a second before looking away your cheeks painted red and you looked at the street below you.
"Maybe I will stay." You said softly.
"I'd like it if you did." He said before squeezing your shoulder and walking away, you watched him disappear around the corner before looking back at the people passing below you.

Ahh hell what did you have to lose by staying?

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