The Perfect Mikaelson's

44|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

I normally don't go out of my way to take orders from vampires, or really anyone for that matter, but I've always had a soft spot for Marcel. He knows it. I know it.. but I would quickly deny it if anyone asked. I don't need people thinking they could come through Marcel to get me to do something. Not only would I not do it, Marcel would never allow it.

So showing up here today, knowing this is a personal favor to him, was a no brainer. He has eyes and ears all over this quarter and I'm sure they'll come in handy when needed. I won't abuse my power and he knows it, but he knows it'll cost him more than just the information that Avery was in New Orleans.

I approach the eerie church, in no rush to get there if this is where he needs me to be. I can smell the rancid blood from here. Out of all the vampire perks, smell seems to be the best and worst of them. Even Klaus' bloodlust couldn't taint walls like whatever was unleashed in there.

"Please tell me this isn't the place." I scrunch up my nose, looking up at the steeple, slowly trailing back down looking at the slightly weathered building. It's old but new old. I wasn't here when we fled New Orleans nearly two centuries ago. "Oh c'mon now. I figured you would be used to smelling far worse." Marcel grins as he walks closer, Josh following closely behind.

"You think I would allow this?" I tilt my head towards the church. "I would make every single one of them scrub the walls with bleach and ammonia till the smell was gone." He laughs and then shakes his head. "I would like to see you try and get Klaus to clean up his own mess."

"Well that's what Avery's for!" I answer with a wink but I catch myself, standing up straighter. "Well it's what she was good at. Now I just threaten him with a dagger." I shrug, motioning for them to go up the steps first before Marcel can press any further. We haven't talked about Avery leaving or how it's affecting us. The 3 of us were close, so I have no intention of having a support group for any feelings we may be having by Avery's departure.

We make our way through the church, which is surprisingly occupied, by a priest and something else. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm quick to put Josh in front of me, not trusting him to lure me into a trap. I know that means Marcel would be in on it too, but I'm hoping he wouldn't be that dumb and betray me. Things may be tense with my family back in town, but I'm not falling victim and being blindsided.

We reach a set of stairs to the right of the pulpit, leading up to what I'm assuming is the attic. Hairs on the back of my neck rise and it doesn't help that I keep catching Josh looking over his shoulder at me. "Can I help you or are you just that paranoid?" I snap, shoving my handing in my jacket pockets. Marcel laughs, not bothering to look back as he answers.

"He doesn't trust you. Give him some time. Mikaelson's haven't been too trustworthy." I roll my eyes, catching him look at me again. "Isn't the fact that I haven't sunk my fangs into him, even though I can smell the fear on him, enough?" Josh turns to look at me again, but this time I'm prepared. I flash him my fangs and take the next step, sending him stumbling into Marcel, squeezing past him on the narrow staircase. I laugh, following them up the rest of the way till we reach a door.

Marcel knocks and the hairs start to vibrate. Whatever else is here, is behind that door and I don't like not knowing. "Hey D, I have some friends with me." Marcel slowly pushes the door open and I'm prepared for whatever could come flying out at me. They both step inside but I stop just short, sensing the boundary spell in place.

A young girl, no older than me, well, human me, steps out from behind a partition. "D, this is Abbie. Would you invite her in?" The girl's eyes narrow at me and I get the sense she's like Josh, but doesn't care that I could kill her in an instant. She's letting this boundary spell give her false hope. I could break through it and kill her before she could blink.