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FANTASY. xiii. crescent city ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
AT NINE IN THE morning, most people have the luxury of walking downstairs to the kitchen without a scare. However, Moira is not most people because she doesn't live with what most people would call normal. No, she was living with a bunch of ancient vampires, a family that had made a fair share of enemies back in their day. It was inevitable that she would end up where she was – standing in the middle of the courtyard staring at a deceased body.
Just like Rebekah, the body was lying in the center of a circle made up of salt. It was a man, his head lolled to the side and blood soaking his white suit from his slit throat. At the sight, a loud gasp fell past Moira's glossed lips. Alarmed, a couple of Klaus' bodyguards rushed to her side. When they got a glimpse of the scene before the girl, a similar expression of disturbance took over their faces. For a moment, they only stared, perhaps pondering they should go after the obvious culprits or notify Klaus beforehand. Eventually, they chose the latter
Once Diego had notified Klaus of the mess, and probably warning, that had been left in the courtyard of the compound, it didn't take long for the hybrid to return with Marcel by his side. Elijah had only been in the study, so he had scurried downstairs upon hearing the bustling and murmurs among the numerous vampires that had gathered around the scene. Giving the family their space to further investigate, the vampires that had collected in the courtyard left them.
Elijah crouched down next to the circle, analyzing the clothing of the deceased man in hopes of perhaps finding a sign of the person responsible. "Can I get you anything, brother?" Klaus implored. "A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?"
"You have a theory that you'd like to share with the rest of us, Niklaus?" Elijah shot back, Moira quirking a brow in expectance toward the hybrid.
Marcel provided one instead. "Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep."
"It's rather a large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?"
"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got Marcel and I as well." Klaus chimed in. "If he was supposed to be their prize fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?"
Neither of the four were given much of a chance to contemplate Klaus' question, his younger sister striding into the compound. It didn't take her long to notice their conflicted expressions, and it most definitely didn't take her long to speak on her observation. "Well, don't you all look cheery." Rebekah jested. "Listen to this. A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving her tour of the City of the Dead. It was Monique Deveraux."
