𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒

CHAPTER FIVE: Starting Line

Chapter Song: YOU NEED ME, I DONT NEED YOU BY ED SHEERAN

Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound

Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd

That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now

See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud

And I can't, no, I won't hush

I'll say the words that make you blush

I'm gonna sing this now

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Chapter Five: STARTING LINE

DRUMMING OF MY FINGERNAILS is the irritation source on Marcel's features, although I didn't care. One thing was the surprise that swirled over me when Klaus told me he gave Elijah to Marcel. I knew he daggers his siblings,- but dagger them and give them away was not something I excepted at all.

At the moment, we- Marcel and I were sitting here at Rousseau's, waiting for Klaus' arrival while I continue on with my new found habit of nail tapping. Marcel didn't know Klaus told me what he did and I want to keep it that way.

But if he does have Elijah, then where the bloody hell is he? Was he in the compound? A room unknown to myself? It's not that I'm eager to find the give away original, however, I was a tad curious on where he was.

I didn't realize that I was tapping harder and harder into the wooden table until Marcel slams my hand flat on the furniture.

"People are starting to stare," He glares at me and I rip my hand from his grasp, staying silent as I leaned me back at the chair cushion. There wasn't a single bone in my body that wanted to be here, not only in this bar but this hell of a city. Witches and vampires playing around as if it's their very own dollhouse.

By vampires, I mostly mean Marcel. By this time, I had stopped my tapping as Klaus suddenly sat in front of us, making me internally groan at the sight of him.

"Well, this is a far cry from last night's party," He speaks, glancing at me then to his left. A girl with blonde hair was sitting there, books piled next to as she scribbled down notes on a pad.

"Ah, in pursuit of the bartender from Rousseau's, I see." Klaus adds, I opened my mouth to ask though, Marcel beats me to it.

"She's a work in progress," He says, looking towards her, a grin spreads on his face.

"And yet here you are, pining over her when you should be eating her for lunch," Something dinged in the back of my head and immediately opened my mouth.

"Yes— I volunteer," I say as raise to my feet, only to be yanked back down by Marcel. My bum hits the cushion with a small thud and I roll my eyes, exasperation written all over it. The want to bang my head on the table is getting stronger by the minute.

"Oh, she must be special," Klaus stated, interrupting the brief glaring contest Marcel and I were having.

"Business first. The coroner called. He's got my number in case any dead tourists show up," I couldn't comprehend what they were saying until Klaus answered him.