Finding Love {Twilight/Originals - Bella/Marcel}

Finding Love

This was written for Valentines Day 2016. Hope you like it!

--Jenna Tee

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Mature readers 18+ only.

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Finding Love

Thierry and Marcel walked into Rousseau's, a bar in the French Quarter in New Orleans, the morning of Valentine's Day, to get a drink. They could have gotten a drink back at the compound, but Marcel wanted to wish the bartender, Camille, Happy Valentine's Day. He wasn't a real sentimental guy, Valentine's Day had no real appeal to him, but he had a soft spot for the bartender, so he would be nice to her.

When the two of them walked in, they were assaulted by the most delicious scent. They both looked around, trying to find the source of the scent. There was a girl sitting at the bar with a tumbler of whiskey in front of her. They watched her drink the whole thing in one go, then motion Camille to get her another, "Another, please." She was about 5'4, long wavy brown hair, pale complexion. If she had been healthy, she would have had beautiful curves. But she looked skinny and unhealthy. They could tell by the scent of her blood that she was still a virgin too. Marcel was still intrigued.

As Camille poured another one for her, she smiled in greeting at Marcel and Thierry as Marcel seated himself on the girl's right and Thierry on her left. The young woman noticed the movement but she seemed unphased by it; normally, humans seemed to shy away from them right away. This had Marcel and Thierry each raising an eyebrow at her.

"Hello love, I'm Marcel. This is Thierry. Are you new in town?" Marcel introduced them, motioning for Camille to get them drinks.

"Don't call me love." The girl scowled. "Yes, I'm new here. I'm not sure how long I'm staying."

"What's your name? Why can't we call you love?" Thierry asked.

"Bella. And my dill hole ex called me love. I will punch the next guy in the nuts that calls me love." she threatened.

Both of them chuckled a little at that.

She went to pick up her drink, but Marcel noticed the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist when the sleeve on her shirt slid up a little. The bite of a cold-one. The sparkly lower level vampires.

Marcel grabbed her hand, bringing it towards him, pushing her sleeve up her arm a little to inspect the bite.

"How are you still alive, little one?" he asked her in surprise.

Bella pulled her hand back, lowered her sleeve and looked at him warily.

"How do you know what this is?" she asked suspiciously.

"So, you know about cold-ones, but not the other vampire breed," Marcel stated more than asked.

Bella made a choking noise as she looked at Marcel wide-eyed.

"Another breed?"

"Come with us to my reserved table." He nodded in the direction of the table, "If you share your story, I'll share mine, and tell you about the other breed. My kind," Marcel offered. He was intrigued by this tiny woman.

She looked at him for a moment, knowing that she truly didn't have a choice. He could kill her with a flick of his wrist. So, she nodded, picked up her drink and climbed off her stool to follow him.

Camille handed him a bottle of whiskey, knowing they would need it.

They sat down back in a corner away from everyone else. Bella sat down, once again between Marcel and Thierry. She sighed, then began her story, rubbing the scar on her wrist subconsciously.