The Harvest Boy Volume 1!

04. Boy in New Orleans.

ST. ANNE'S CHURCH, Henrik's Attic Room:

Marcel was no stranger to death and he was not a stranger. To the sight of a desiccated and daggered Original. He was grateful not to have Elijah's body at his place. Any vampire could enter his home freely and set Elijah free. At least Elijah daggered inside a coffin in Henrik's room meant few could try and wake Elijah up against his wishes.

"Kid close the window! We can't take any risks remember." Marcel said he made sure to look in Henrik's direction. The Mikaelsons may be monsters, but they did teach him to look directly at the person he was speaking to. It was a decent thing to do. The witch huffed for a moment before he closed the window's shutter. Blocking out the morning light something he missed touching his skin.

"There you happy," Henrik responded harshly. Marcel just rolled his eyes before he turned away from Henrik and walked over to Elijah's coffin. He then lifted the top off and looked down at the Original.

"This sucker's resilient. He's like a cockroach in a suit. Doesn't matter. Time to give ol' Elijah back to Klaus, anyway." Henrik turned away from the window.

"WHAT! You and I want the Originals dead. I can't figure out a way to kill them without Elijah here daggered."

"Henrik look..."

"No. Right now all I know is that the silver dagger hurts them, but that's it and it was made by a Bennett witch."

"Bennett witch?" Marcel frowned.

"An old and very powerful bloodline of witches more powerful than my own," Henrik explained.

"How did you figure out a Bennett made the silver daggers?" Marcel asked.

"Every witch has a unique magical signature. However, those related to one another have some similarities. The magic used to create the daggers was similar to Ayana's."

"Kid I still want them put down. We just have to be smart right now. Klaus saved my life, I owe him one. Since he wants his brother back..."

"Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go. Please? You can give them Elijah back if you just give me tonight." Henrik interrupted.

"Sophie Deveraux works in the middle of Dauphine Street. And we both know what will happen if the witches spot you." Marcel pointed out.

"Marcel. You control the witches just send her away. I never got a chance to go to Dauphine Street Music Festival." Henrik said. "And I've lived here a couple of lifetimes."

"Sorry kid no can do," Marcel replied.

"It's one night M."

"I said no kid and that's the end of it," Marcel said wanting the conversation to end.

"I do anything you say, but sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of." Henrik sighed his head tilted to the left. It happened quickly Marcel's hands went to both sides of his head wanting to fight Henrik's magical assault. "My father had his belt my mother had her magic. I would have taken his belt over her magic any day of the week. I can make anyone's blood boil no effort needed."

"We compromise, all right? You going out alone? Too dangerous. Cami a friend of mine that's going to be there. She can look out for you." Marcel replied. Henrik content lifted his spell allowing Marcel's blood to return to its natural temperature.

"Here take this." Henrik passed Marcel a folded-up piece of paper.

"Kid."

"Ask questions tomorrow, just make sure. I have every ingredient if everything goes well tomorrow, you can give Elijah back to Klaus and not worry about my siblings." Marcel just nodded and put the piece of paper into one of his pockets.