The past has way of coming back

This is goodbye for now II

Back in the car Hayley gets anxious and gets out of the passenger seat, she promised to keep out of mortal peril but she couldn't leave her wife to face of a psychotic maniac alone.

As she walks, she stops when she sees a figure breaking through the tree line. She inhales sharply when she sees Kara clearly worse for wear, her shirt torn and bloody, her skin slightly bruised and in the process of healing.

"Kara.—"

Kara cuts her wife off "He's dead, but we need to get to New Orleans immediately." Kara says abruptly, her expression dark and murderous.

The sight sends a shiver down her spine, not the bad one either but Hayley curses her hormonal response and stays on task, she moves and helps her wife "Come on, you need to feed."

Kara grits her teeth "No, we don't have time, Marcel is not dead,"
The words feels like a bucket of ice water being doused on her head. Hayley blinked incredulously"How.. you killed him!?"

Kara shakes her head whether in annoyance of frustration Hayley doesn't know "I did, I ripped his heart out. For any average vampire that would mean death."

"But he's not dead, so what the hell ?" Kara sits in the drivers seat and waits as Hayley straps in, before she puts her foot to the gas pedal.

"My theory, is that Lucien offered Marcel the same serum, either he took it before I arrived and simply waited for me to kill him, either way. It doesn't matter, his alive and he has Hope, so this time I'll rip his head off and burn his body." Kara snarls angrily.

Hayley tries to calm herself but her heart refuses to cooperate"He has Hope?"

The sentence keeps ringing in both woman's head on repeat; Kara doesn't abide the speed limits as the black SUV flies down the country roads. Neither Hayley or Kara speaks as they drive.

Hayley trying to calm herself down because while she may not be a doctor she knew stressing wasn't as all healthy for the little baby growing inside her , she chances a look at Kara and she's never seen her wife so visibly angry, no that's a lie. She did once, she could barely remember it. The night Hope was ripped from her , was the night she saw her wife's true emotions, anger, fear , despair ..

Kara wasn't an overly emotional person but when she felt, she felt more deeper than anyone could imagine. Hayley doesn't have the words to comfort her wife so she puts her hand on Kara's thigh, squeezing a sign 'I'm here' , some of the tension in Kara's back slowly lessens but there's still murder in her eyes and Hayley was no different. She'd fucking destroy Marcel the moment she saw him.

The trip was a four hour trip but cut down to two with Kara's wild driving, they'd get dozens of tickets but neither cared, as they enter New Orleans Kara's foot doesn't ease on the gas pedal.

Compound

Marcel stands in the courtyard , his eyes flashing venomously as he finds his eyes move to the 'M' adorned on the walls. He looks back to his captives, each easily caught off guard, he sees Davinas expression as she glowers at him but he doesn't care , his eyes move to Hope crying and wailing in the car seat being held by Josh who looks remorseful but none of these emotions register to him.

To Marcel this was justice , just desserts, his sire .. staggering and delirious from his bite. Lucky for him her was unsired from Klaus and if Klaus kicked the bucket he'd survive.. so would those he created with his own blood.The rest of klaus's sireline well too bad.

His ears picks up the sound of tires screeching and he smirks looking at the Mikaelsons "Looks like the main characters just arrived."

Klaus stares at his adopted son, before his eyes falls to Hope who's cries pierced his chest, no, Kara was right Marcel was no longer his adopted son, instead a curse he brought onto his family. He gaze falls to kol who struggles to stay awake.