Klaus's Pet Prequel

45

Twenty minutes later, I walk back out of the alley. Marcel is lying on the pavement with a snapped neck and a plunger full of werewolf venom in his blood.

He'll be a walking dead man once he wakes up.

I open the door to find Rebekah feeding on a woman in the living room. Her hand moves the hair away from the woman's neck and she sinks her fangs in deep but she stops when she sees me.

"You look like hell." She says
"Yeah I was tracking that witch, Laura Gerero down. Some asshat vampire named Marcel stopped me and I had to take care of him and ended up losing Laura in the process."

"Wait what was his name?" She asks suddenly serious
"Marcel. Why?"

But she's already gone.

Klaus's POV:

I'm hanging up a painting in Lorelei's room when Rebekah appears.

"What is it?" I ask not looking away from my task
"Lorelei bit Marcel." She says voice filled with concern

I turn to her but when I do, the painting falls. She speeds over and catches it by the frame, moments before the glass would've shattered.

"Why would she attack Marcellus?" I ask
"Ask her yourself. She's in the living room."

I storm into the living room to see a very confused Lorelei pacing back and forth.

She tenses up when she sees my expression. I point at a chair for her to sit down and she does.

"Why did you attack Marcel?" I demand
"I don't even know who he is!" She says throwing her hands up in annoyance "Look I was tracking Laura like you asked and he showed up."

Then it clicks.

Of course she hasn't met him yet.

I'd been keeping the Little Wolf and her away from the city while I dealt with Marcel. This had been the first time I'd had her be my eyes out in the city while I kept Marcel occupied.

It was kind of the same plan as the one she'd had with Mikael. Nobody knows her so she can move about freely.

Except werewolves aren't allowed in the Quarter. Marcel ran the werewolves out.

They live in the bayou in the outskirts of New Orleans.

"How'd you get away?" I ask

"I carry around needles full of wolf venom just in case a vampire tries to attack me." She says not meeting my gaze

I sigh.

"You need to tell me where he is so I can heal him." I say
"I'll take you to him."

Marcel is lying at the end of a dead end alleyway hidden in a corner near a fire escape. I shoot Lorelei a look and she rolls her eyes at me.

"What's you want me to do? Leave him out in the open?" She asks

He comes to a while later. I'd been pacing back and forth while Rebekah looked on nervously. My blood won't heal him if he's unconscious. I watch as his eyes slowly open and he lets out a groan.

"It's alright." I say and bite into my wrists

He pauses a moment but accepts and we watch as the wound slowly heals. In moments, it's as if it had never even occurred.

I hold out a hand and let Marcel up but he shoots me a glare when he notices Lorelei.

"This is Lorelei." I say

"Yeah. We've met." He says rubbing his neck and looking very annoyed

"Sorry. I didn't know you were an ally." She says

I turn to face her.

"Go home."

She hesitates then takes off.

"Who the hell is she?" Marcel asks
"It's a long story." I say with a sigh

We head to a bar in the city called Rousseau's.

I down a glass of bourbon.

"I can't let this slide." Marcel says
"Lorelei's off limits." I tell him

He holds up his hands in surrender.

"Look man I can't have this werewolf running around all over the Quarter. Werewolves aren't allowed in the city. I can't show you any favoritism. My guys'll think they can walk all over me." Marcel says

Marcellus.

"King" of New Orleans.

No longer interested in company, I set my glass down and leave some money on the bar.

"Touch her and I'll rip out your heart." I warn

With that final message, I take off out of the bar and head back home making sure I'm not followed.