𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘 ʰᵃʸˡᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳˢʰᵃˡˡ

𝟎𝟑 || 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅*𝐂𝐊 𝐔𝐏

"You and I are mates."

C A I T L I N

"The fuck we are." I said backing away from her.

"Cait-" Hayley started, walking closer to me.

"Back the fuck up Hermione or whatever your name is." I said looking at her with a death stare.

"Its Hayley." She sighed.

"Uh-huh sure. Psycho bitch." I mumbled the last part.

"Caitlin I-"

"Ad somnum." I said watching her drop to the ground unconscious. 

"Finally, some quiet." I said walking over her unconscious body and out of the bayou.

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I looked around my surroundings. It was dark and loud. 

With a frown on my face I noticed the cheerful music and the dancing drunks in the middle of the street.

Great I'm in New Orleans.

"Caitlin?" I turned around and saw my brother Elijah.

"Hi!" I giggled giving him a hug.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me. 

"What do you mean dear brother?" I said pulling from his hold.

"You shouldn't be here." He said shaking his head while looking around us.

"Hey you good? did you do to much coke or something?" 

"Caitlin." He said disapproving. 

"Relax I'm only here because this brunette weirdo with very hot eyes kidnapped me and then told me that me and her are soulmates." I rambled. 

I watched Elijah's eyebrow's furrow. "What?" 

"I said the same thing. Anyways I gotta get going!" 

"Caitlin wait! You shouldn't be here." He said again.

"Well than good thing I just said 'gotta get going!' obviously." I furrowed my eyebrows.

Once he shook his head with a disapproving look in his eyes for the hundredth time, I finally took notice of the beautiful brown skin witch standing right next to him.

"Hi I'm-" The witch started but she was cut off with a loud whistle coming from the distance. 

The witch turned towards Elijah with a panic look on her face. 

"You wanna know who killed Jane Anne? Your about to get your first glimpse of Marcel in acton."

"The vampire Marcel?" Elijah and I asked at the same time.

"Things have changed since your family left town. Marcel has changed."

With that vampires jumped from roofs and balconies.

"I'm asking you, stay hidden." She panickily looked towards us both.

 She turned towards Elijah once again. "If Marcel finds out a witch lured the originals back into town, my people will be slaughtered."

Elijah grabbed me and used his vampire speed to move us to a balcony that was out of view.

We watched intently as a big circle of vampires formed around a dead body. 

Huh. I wonder how I didn't noticed the dead witch before.

"Well well well. What have we here. " A familiar voice said.

"What the fuck." I muttered. Elijah's grip on me tightened at my choice of words. I pulled my arm from his grasp and slapped his arm with my now free hand.

"Ow." He said, slapping me back on my arm.

"You don't grip me like that." I growled at him. 

"Just a couple of hours ago I had to teach your sister a little lesson." The familiar voice finished talking, breaking Elijah and I out of our sibling fight.

"Your so lucky that this important or I would've broken your arm." I muttered towards my idiot brother. 

"Uh huh sure." He whispered with a small smirk on his face. 

I turned towards him, my eyebrow arched. Once he turned looked at me, I didn't give him the chance to say anything. I grabbed his forearm and his elbow and twisted in the opposite direction until a cracking sound made its appearance.

I quickly put my hand over his mouth to muffle him.

"Ow!" He groaned into the palm of my hand.

I patted him on his shoulder and used my vampire speed to get closer to the crowd and away from Elijah.

"We're putting her to rest Marcel. Leave us alone." A brown haired witch said to the vampire in front of her.

"I never said you could move the body. Matter of fact, I left her here for a reason, send a message." The vampire said.

With hearing his voice, I got a little bit closer. Realizing that it is Marcel.

That little bitch. 

"If anybody is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion, my rules state that witches can't practice magic in the quarter. And yet a little birdie informed me that Jane-Anne was cooking up something magically delicious." Marcel said, walking around the dead body and the brown haired witch.

Oh how sweet, Marcel likes Lucky Charms.

"Oh yeah! While I have you, quick Q&A." He started.

"My old friend, the hybrid Klaus, He just happened to show up out of the blue asking for, of all people, Jane-Anne."

Klaus? Oh that dog is gonna burn.

"Any idea why?" Marcel asked the witch.

"I don't know. Witches don't get involved in vampire business." The witch tearfully said.

"Mm. That would be pretty stupid, That's for sure." Marcel said, moving to stand behind the witch.

He is putting on one hell of a show, I have to admit.

"Tell you what. Go back to the restaurant. Cook up some of that famous gumbo and keep those tourists happy." He said in her ear.

"Take the body." Marcel said to his vampire minions. They quickly went for the body while the witch tried interfering, shouting to Marcel.

He turned around. "I'm gonna hold on to your sisters body in case maybe you remember why Klaus is here."

Ahh their sisters. Oh that's sad.

"Marcel please." The witch pleaded, "Her body won't be at peace." 

"Not my problem!" Marcel sung, walking away from the crowd with some of his minions walking behind him. 

I stepped in front of him.

"Ah Caitlin! My favorite original." Marcel greeted with a huge smile on his face.

"Well I would hope I am, seeing as how I raised you." I said with a smile on my face. 

He held his arms out and I jumped in the arm with a squeal.

I held him tightly. "I missed you, you little fucker." I said with a big sigh.

He held me tighter.

He put me down and put his hand on my cheek. I leaned my face into his hold.

"What are you doing here." He asked with the same smile.

"Long story. I'll tell you over multiple shots of tequila though." I sheepishly smiled up at him.

"Haha! Of course lets go." 

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