𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 | klaus mikaelson

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 56 'ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs & ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡs'

Nobody POV

Mikaelson returned.

Yeah, you heard right. The Mikaelsons returned to the place they left in flames, yet after years of not coming back, they had to. Just as they had to meet the man who once meant the world to them.

That's why the king of New Orleans, Marcel Gerard, stood across from the people who took him in and raised him, yet wore a mask of indifference on his face.

It had been nearly an hour since he had seen the Mikaelson family, and since then they had moved out of earshot of inquiring ears and begun to argue.

Not only was the Mikaelson family already familiar with Marcel living in the city they had built, which he couldn't understand why they never made themselves known, but they were also frustrated.

Flustrated for a simple reason.

''Bloody hell, Marcellus!'' the furious hybrid yelled, his nerves having already snapped at the telling of the same tale. ''I need you to shut up and let me talk for a minute. I don't care if you hate me at the moment, I'll deal with that problem later, but I've been driving here for a bunch of hours, so whether you want me to or not, I'll search this town from the ground up if I have to in order to find her. I NEED TO FIND HER!''

Marcel flinched at first at his tone, but for once listened to what he had to say, if he had any, and was surprised. As silence rolled around the room, he sighed, frowned, and asked. ''What do you need?

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''Thank you for your help.''

''If I resisted you, I wouldn't get rid of you so quickly.''

Niklaus turned to him and they stopped. ''I mean it, thank you,'' and he did. Marcel was surprised by the sincerity in his voice, because he may not have seen him in decades, but he still knew that whoever this woman was, she meant a lot to the Mikaelson family, but Niklaus... that was a whole other story he could read in his eyes.

Marcel provided the Mikaelson family with his personal squad of trained vampires with daylight rings as well as asking for favors from the witches or offering help from the werewolves. And even though they all immediately set to work finding the mystery woman, he stood with the hybrid outside the building, not understanding why.

He was even more confused when he recognized the address and the person who opened the door to their apartment. ''Niklaus, Marcel! What an unexpected visitor,'' a very familiar female face smiled at them.

''Good to see you Jenna, vampirism looks beautiful on you.''

''Be careful with the compliments, Niklaus, you know very well you've turn me.''

''Did I?'' he smiled kindly at her, despite his teasing. ''Anyway, the reason for my visit is other than to greet you and Jeremy, as I explained over the phone.''

Jenna nodded with understanding eyes. ''Thanks for letting us know, I hope the next time we meet you'll hold her in your arms.''

''Klaus?'' the person in question turned towards Marcel. ''Who exactly are we looking for? And why here?''

He frowned at the question but still answered. ''Thana Moira, my soulmate, she was kidnapped by the witches for a reason unknown to me.''

Marcel's eyes widened. ''What?!'' he gasped in disbelief while the others in the room looked at him with curiosity. ''Why didn't you bring it up right away?''

''You know her?''

''Of course, she practically adopted me and Davina.''

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