Death, Betrayal, and finding Love where she had least expected. It'd be an understatement, to say Raelyn's life had not been easy..
After a tough decision having been made, Raelyn finds herself in New Orleans four and a half months later. There, she...
After Raelyn had written down all the names, Marcel and I had left to investigate any potential leads as to Niklaus and Rebekah's whereabouts. Soon, we found ourselves at Saint Anne's Church, looking through the Mayor's secret documents of Witches, Werewolves, and Vampire deaths, where we believed we'd find all of the names that were placed on my skin. As I looked through all the documents, I find a name Hayley had asked Raelyn to ask me to find information on, in order to help the Crescent Pack break the Curse. Since it was also one of the names imprinted on my skin, I speak. "Marcel, here's another name from our list, 'Brynne Deveraux'? Says here she drowned herself some 20 years ago. Do you recognize the name?" I ask, turning towards him. "Brynne? Yeah, yeah, we used to hang out, knock around a bit-" I cut in. "You can spare me the details, please." I say.
"She used to do some Spells for me now and then. Girl had Power. Cursed a whole Pack of Werewolves, just because they were pi**ing me off. Speaking of.." he trails off, walking closer. "What do you think Klaus is gonna do once he finds out that you left him to suffer, so you could save Rae, Hayley, and their little Wolf friends?" He asks with a smirk. "Actually, while we're on the subject, what's up with you and Rae, anyway? Heard you were all too happy to bust into that burning building for her.." He says, leaning against the table behind him, crossing his arms lazily. "Let's avoid discussing matters that are not your concern, shall we, Marcellus?" I ask. "Alright, fine, next question then. You do realize I have guys all over the city, right? Did you honestly think that I wouldn't know that the Crescent Wolves had a little family reunion out at the plantation last night? Thanks for letting the house burn, by the way. Good riddance." He says, before continuing. "Guess my real question is: what's Hayley and Rae doing with that bunch?" He asks. Hearing this, I sigh quietly, and speak.
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"Marcel, I'm aware of your history with this city's Wolves, and I assume you understand that if you lay a finger upon Hayley, OR Raelyn, It Will Be The Last Thing You Do On This Earth." I warn him calmly, looking to him, and stepping closer. Smirking, he lazily holds his hands out to the sides in surrender. "Okay. I see I hit a nerve...and just when we were getting along.." he says with a smirk. Hearing this, I choose to ignore him, and once again look down at the document I held. Finding one last name, I speak. "We were right. Every name upon my flesh signifies a Witch who died by her own hand, all but one." I say, before holding out the documents I held, pointing at one last name. Walking up, he looks over the name curiously. "Clara Summerlin. Ring any bells?" He asks me. "None." I say. "Okay, well if she didn't off herself, then how'd she die?" He asks. "Influenza. Epidemic of 1919." I say. Soon, my skin starts to feel strange, making me look upon it curiously. As I do, I watch the names upon my arm fade away. Seeing this, I speak. "I suppose we have our answer. Only I have no idea what it means.." I say, before pulling out my phone, and dialing a number.
