Power over me, Kol Mikaelson

003. NIGHT OF FREEDOM

Chapter three

"Night of freedom."

The next morning, Vasilisa had pulled the dagger out of Elijah, as Marcel walked in he saw her looking at the dagger, Vasilisa then stabbed him with it again "whoa, whoa.." Marcel said, walking up to her, Vasilisa furrowed her brows "according to my father he said these silver daggers never kill them only hurt them. And you want to send him back to Klaus who put the dagger in him to what? Wait for him to wake him up whenever he feels like it?" she asked "says the one who just pulled it out to stab him with it.

"I wanted to see how it worked." Vasilisa told him, as Marcel sighed "look, I hadn't thought of how things have been going for you being up here all alone. And if you think a desiccated a original is the only person that can be your friend then I've decided that since tonight's the annual Dauphine street music festival that I could maybe pull a few strings and let you go." he shared, and as he did, Vasilisa's eyes went wide as she looked to him "really?" she asked.

"Yes, but you going out alone is too dangerous, but I'll introduce you to a friend of mine that's gonna be there." Marcel shared, as Vasilisa smiled, she stood up and hugged him, as Marcel hugged her back.

That night Vasilisa was wearing a plaid dark green long sleeve cardigan and matching skirt with knee high boots, as her and Marcel walked on the street, Vasilisa looked all around having forgotten what it was like to be outside, as there were so many people, music was playing, as the two turned heading into the bar, a band was playing on stage, as Vasilisa couldn't stop smiling "so is it everything you hoped for?" Marcel asked her "definitely." Vasilisa told him, noticing a human boy in the corner.

"So we should probably go over the rules." Marcel told her "don't talk to anyone about anything. Don't talk about witches or vampires or originals, the Dragomir family or you." Vasilisa shared, turning and looking at him "now where's this friend of yours?" she asked, raising her brows, Marcel smiled.

Having found Marcel's friend, her name was Camille, as they were sitting down at the bar, another band had come up on the stage, specifically the guy Vasilisa saw earlier, remembering him from before she went away and it seemed he still played the violin as the band began playing, people cheered "anyway, I'm almost done here until cleanup, so the two of us girls can hangout if you need to go schmooze or whatever." Camille shared, as Vasilisa turned to Marcel and her "I thought this already was supposed to be just us girls?" she questioned "see what I mean? Authority issues. I'll go talk to the mayor." Marcel shared, standing up.

Vasilisa turned around, looking back at the boy "he actually knows how to show respect." Marcel said, as Camille noticed her looking at the boy she walked over to her "so, what's his name? Hot guy with the fiddle." she shared "his names Tim. It's the first time I've seen him play in a while." Vasilisa shared, as she watched Tim play, the crowd cheered, as Vasilisa smiled, enjoying her freedom.

Meanwhile, Rebekah was still getting nosy as she had made it St Anne's church "church is closed. You want your horror fix go take a ghost tour." the man said "I don't much care for ghosts. I am, however, fascinated by window shutters. I've been on a town tour of them all day. I noticed the windows of your attic have shutters." Rebekah shared, walking toward's him, the man walked down to her "are you really interested in shutters?" he asked her "I can assure you it's my current life obsession. What's your name?" Rebekah asked him "father Kieran, and you are?" father Kieran asked, crossing his arms.

"Mildly curious." Rebekah told him, turning her head and looking at the dried blood "what happened here?" she asked, as father Kieran sighed, Rebekah looked back at him "St Anne's used to be the heart of the neighborhood. It's been abandoned for a while now. Since the night of the massacre. Nine seminary students were killed by one of their own. You're standing on blood." father Kieran shared "I'm not squeamish. Where's the attic?" Rebekah asked him "like I said, the church is closed." father Kieran told her, as Rebekah stepped forward "where is the attic?" she compelled him.