𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | elijah mikaelson

03.

[New Orleans, Louisiana, 2011]
Their first guess was that Marcel took Hayley to the compound. When they arrived, they realized that Marcel organized a fight between his nightwalkers. Since he became a vampire, and mostly the king of the french quarter, he became highly eccentric. Klaus vampire sped towards the girl who won the fight and broke her neck. 

- Good evening, I'd like a word, Klaus said with a smirk. 

- What do you think you're doing? Marcel asked, seemingly on nerves. 

- It appears, Elijah started as he joined the center of the crowd, that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs. We've come here for the girl. Give her to us, or...we kill everyone here, he added with a darker voice. Starting with you. 

- You two got a lot of nerve, Marcel said with his two hands on the balcony bars, standing like a conqueror. Coming into my home and making demands.

There was a lot of unspoken tension between Klaus and Marcel, who were once like father and son.

- Your home, is it? Klaus asked with a smirk.

- The girl. I will not ask again, Elijah demanded.

- I assume you're talking about Hayley. Yay high, dark hair, bitchy attitude. Who is she, anyway? Marcel asked, curious to know more about the mysterious — to him at least — brunette.

- She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends, Klaus answered, always a smirk on his lips.

- Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic. So, I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave, and imagine my surprise when I realized that the original family of vampires had take. Up residence. Your girl Hayley answered the door. We exchanged hellos. That was it, Marcel explained. You don't believe me, look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question I'd ask is, if Hayley isn't here, then where is she?

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- Not the most attractive community, are they? Elijah mocked.

- You do realize they can hear you, Klaus answered, mockingly.

- You do realize I don't care? Elijah retorted as he picked up a glass a bourbon on the table.

- You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box, Marcel ironized. But, Klaus, my sire, you I owe the world, and I always show respect to my elders. If your special lady friend is missing, you can benefit from the help of a witch of the Quarter.

- Actually, they won't need it, Scarlett said as she walked in. They have their own witch. Hi, I'm Scarlett. You must be Marcel? I heard a lot about you.