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"HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE?" Klaus very nearly growled the words out upon receiving the news that his motherㅡwho he already killedㅡwas still breathing. "More importantly, how did she escape?"
"She's still a witch, Nik," Rebekah sighed, rubbing her temples. She was still recovering from the sheer stupidity of the situation, lounging on the couch as both Klaus and Elijah paced back and forth.
"A very dead witch, once I get my hands on her." The hybrid grumbled through gritted teeth. Though he had been in a good mood after what happened with Rosalie, it was stressful to think about the possibility that she could have been harmed because of his psychotic mother.
Catching the attention of Marcel and all four of his siblings, Kol strolled through the foyer looking like he'd seen better days.
"Where the hell have you been?" Elijah raised an eyebrow at his brother's distressed state, as though he'd been dragged through the concrete.
"Daggered in a back alley, thanks." Kol glared at his siblings, eventually landing at Marcel.
"Don't look at me like that, I can't control the vampires when it comes to blood." The dark-skinned vampire reasoned. "Though, I'm pretty sure everyone's terrified of Rosalie."
Kol ignored their looks, plopping on one of the loveseats next to Rebekah and Freya. He sighed in relief, deaf to the former's complaints of getting grime on the furniture.
"Why exactly?" He asked.
"Well, she did snap their necks without touching anyone," Marcel continued, "So I'd say the fear is justified."
"Where did you go, anyway? You didn't join us during the toast." Rebekah frowned, realizing her brother had been absent for the most part of the event.
He only gave her a deprecating smile. "I'd rather not talk about it, thanks."
"Can we stay on the topic, please?" Freya finally chimed in, "I really want to get to the part where we murder our bitchy mother."
Marcel waved a hand, "I second the motion."
Kol snorted, "Are you even a Mikaelson?"
The former glared at him, while Rebekah rolled her eyes at their interaction. Elijah started to dispel the chaos, Freya watched the whole scene play out, waiting for something exciting to happen. Klaus, meanwhile, was zoning out and daydreaming about Rosalie, who was still changing into something comfortable.
Just another regular day at the Mikaelson mansion, really.
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She had timed the moment perfectly, and yet she couldn't stop the bout of nerves that ransacked her. Just before he could leave the house, Rosalie called out to the vampire, "Hey, Marcel, do you have a minute?"
