My Sunshine | Camille O'Connell

(27) Dance Back From The Grave | Part 2

Having 1919 on the mind is not good for my mental health.

Trying to focus on the good things that happened near the beginning of the year. When Marcel finally returned from the war.

Klaus wasn't fast enough to keep me from vamp speeding straight to Marcellus. After being gone for five years, I bloody missed him.

"Hello to you too, Tia." Marcel smiles at my antics.

"Shut up, Marcellus!" I teased, but I felt him suddenly tense up. I followed his gaze and saw what was causing him distress. Or rather who. "I'm going to check up on Niklaus." I said awkwardly.

When I approached my brother, he looked over to the two and I had to place a hand on his chest. "Leave them be."

Klaus relented and waited for Rebekah to storm off before making his entrance. "There he is. Our war hero, triumphantly returned. Oh, good to have you back, Marcellus. Welcome home." They shared a true embrace, which was wonderful to see after their heated disagreement when Marcellus left.

We all toast, making Elijah laugh. "Haha! The prodigal son has finally learned to hold his liquor."

Marcel nods. "The Army'll do that to you."

My older brother nods. "Well, it's good to have you back. Niklaus was beside himself in your absence."

Klaus laughs through the embarrassment and I add. "Indeed. Remember when he tracked down your exact trench in hopes of bringing you home?" We all had a laugh except Niklaus.

"Yes, well. Now that you are here, perhaps you could help settle an argument. You see, you've traded a war abroad for one here in the Quarter. Some rogue witch wants a piece of the city we built, and Elijah, for reasons beyond my comprehension, insists that negotiation is our best recourse. And Talia isn't any better, insisting we bring in the factions for peace talks."

"This city is falling apart, and your solution is to enrage the witches further." I defended.

Elijah agrees. "Yes. On the topic of your failed comprehension, you neglect, as a soldier, Marcel has seen not only how small the world has become and how fast news can travel, but also the very horrors of war itself. Surely, Marcel would agree with me. The best way for us to defend our home is by exercising discretion."

Marcel contemplates our arguments. "So who's the witch you want to kill?"

Klaus answer immediately. "His name is Papa Tunde. I think he's a charlatan."

"Well, Marcel shall be able to decide that for himself." Elijah is cautious with this man. As am I.

The vampire is confused. "You invited him here."

"Of course. We're not savages, are we?" No, brother. Not at all!

Papa Tunde strolled into the compound, this time with an invitation.

Klaus approaches the man, the rest of us closely behind. "Thank you for accepting our invitation, and welcome. I hope you'll allow me to play the role of host. If there's anything you need-anything at all..."

Tunde looked at us with such composure and assurance, it was like staring at another Elijah. "Pleasure before business, then. Hahaha!" How is my brother not worried?

I soon learn why my brother was not the least bit concerned. Cause he was already planning a murder. That is all I will say on that.

I was following Klaus through the Cauldron, knowing that whoever did this was a stronger witch than any of the babies we've been dealing with.