Strawberry blood ♦ The Originals

I'll See You in Hell or New Orleans

The next day I sat in Marcel's loft again early in the morning. We talked and talked extensively.

I was planning on going to the Mikaelsons later, but I stopped by his place first. When I rang the bell it took him almost ten minutes to open the door, still very sleepy.

I have always been the earlier riser of the two of us.

Marcel came back into the main room, he had changed his clothes and walked towards me.

“Shoes off the sofa, Malora!”, he admonished me like a little child.

Sighing, I took my feet, which were in high heels, off the sofa and placed them on the couch table.

Marcel just shook his head in amusement, but let it go.

“So, what do you want this morning?“, he asked suddenly.

I adjusted my flared jeans, which had fallen to the middle of my lower legs from sliding around on the couch.

“I'm gonna visit Nik today. I have to talk to him about what happened 178 years ago.“, I stated.

Marcel swallowed lightly.

“Oh, okay. But be careful, you know how impulsive he can be.”

I wanted to tell him that I knew this very well from my own experience, but Marcel thought of something else.

“The night before last you disappeared from that club with Freya Mikaelson, what did you want from her? I was already thinking about stopping you.“

I groaned at the memory.

“If only you had done that. Would have saved myself so much embarrassment.“, I whined

“Why? What happened?“

“Well, what you may not have noticed was that both she and I were very drunk. Well, I was a lot more than a little drunk. I threw myself at her before I even knew who she was.“, the whole thing was very embarrassing for me.

Because Marcel and I have been separated for so long, we don't have any hard and fast rules about how much we tell each other about our love lives. I hope it wasn't too much.

“You threw yourself at her? In what sense do you mean that?“, my brother asked sceptical.

Of course he had to ask now.

“In the I-was-making-out-with-her-in-the-middle-of-the-compound-until-suddenly-Nik-was-standing-next-to-us sense?“, I said as casually as possible and still managed to make it sound like a question.

Maybe I should have also added that because I was drunk I just talked nonsense and forgot why I should hate Nik.

“You did what?“, my brother looked at me shocked.

“Relax. It's not like it's my fault. Well, maybe it is. But you also had a thing with one of the Mikaelson siblings. Can't blame me for that.“, I justified myself.

He behaved almost as if I were a teenager and not an independent adult.

“Yeah. But at least I knew who I made out with.“, he teased me.

Without further ado, I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

“Mean.“, I said.

But of course he was able to easily avoid the pillow, which is why it ended up somewhere in the back of the room.

I acted as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, Marcel? The evening before last, or rather night, I also overheard a conversation between Nik and Freya. Tell me, who the fucking hell are Hayley and Hope? And has anyone else joined?“, I wanted to know.