Always and Forever

House of the Rising Son

My siblings and I are the first vampires in all of history, the original family. Centuries ago, we helped build a town called New Orleans. Now a plot by witches has lured me back, hoping that I will defeat a tyrant, a vampire I created. My brother hopes I will find redemption through the power of family, a mate and a miracle child, part werewolf, part vampire, a hybrid. My sister is doubtful. She thinks I am beyond redemption. Despite my brother's best efforts, I have a plan of my own. I will take back my home and reclaim what was mine. I will be King.

Marcel boasts to Klaus about his methods for providing fresh blood for his vampires. "The city of New Orleans... people of all stripes and flavors from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some may just be looking for fun...some are looking for something a little more, darker, more dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and we give it to them."

Diego, one of Marcel's vampires, shows a flyer to two tourists, a man and a woman. They flyer is headed by a large, monogrammed 'M', beneath which reads.

'ABATTOIR

WHERE THE PARTY
NEVER ENDS'

The two tourists enter the party and they get their hands stamped with the same 'M' monogram as the flyer. "Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and it's time to feed." Marcel leads Klaus around a balcony overlooking the party. They watch as Marcel's vampires feed like the animals they are on humans, who scream in terror. "This is how I keep my guys happy: the occasional, all-you-can-eat buffet. My night-walkers love it. I've got 'em working hard, trying to earn on of these daylight rins. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My day-walkers, the trusted few- they just like the party."

Klaus stares at a crest of some sort engraved on the stone wall below them, it includes the 'M' monogram, as well as a coiled serpent. He does not comment on it. "It's quite an operation. Tell me - what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig."

Marcel smiles. "Can't kill 'em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, and then send them on their way - no muss, no fuss."

Klaus smirks a little. "I'm impressed."

He grins at the original and pats his back. "Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the good ol days."

Thierry, Marcel's right hand man walks up to the two of them, a wary look on his face. "Marcel."

The vampire turns his head to look at his friend. "Sup, Thierry?"

Thierry looks between the two, looking at Klaus with a look in his eyes, before looking back at his leader. "Six of our guys were killed in a bar right outside the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who killed them though."

All while Marcel is receiving this news, Klaus looks away.

Rebekah was driving her red convertible; when she goes to check herself in the rearview mirror, she notices a drop of blood on her cheek, wets her middle finger, and wipes the blood of her cheek before smiling to herself and continuing to drive. She soon parks in front of the Mikaelson mansion, leaving a voicemail on her phone as she gets out.

Hayley looks up from her bedroom, hearing the car parking and she gets up, heading down the stairs, warily.

"Elijah, if you not answering your phone is apart of your clever way to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now, pick up your phone before I kick in your bloody door." She hangs up as she walks up the front steps. Opening the door, she walks inside.

Hayley comes down the stairs as Rebekah enters, wielding a fire iron. "Who the hell are you?" She glares at Rebekah.

Rebekah stops walking, and stares at Hayley. "Oh, you must be the new maid. My bags are in the car - fetch them for me, will you?"