The Dark Side of New Orleans (Revive #2)

Chapter 4: Control

"Excuse me?" I attempted to sound polite but I had been going around New Orleans for about an hour and I was beginning to hyperventilate.

The dark skinned woman looked up. "Vampire." It wasn't a question.

"Witch?" My voice squeaked out. I say down in the chair opposite hers and sighed. "Thank God, I was wondering if I could buy vervain-"

"No." She began packing up the beads she was selling.

"Why not?"

She glared at me. "I do not control the verbana in this town and nor would I be caught dead with it."

A growl ignited in the back of my throat, I knew who she was talking about but I needed confirmation. "Who?"

"The king," she spoke "Marcel."

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It wasn't hard to find. If you ask enough people, you'll be bound to fall upon his place.

I walked through the front door without asking for entrance, it wasn't like it belonged to anything living.

I was slammed against the door before I took my second step.

"Who are you." The man said to me.

I ignored his question. "I'm here to see Marcel."

"He's busy." The man remarked.

I could basically see the 'new vampire' essence gleaming from his body.

I rolled my eyes, I really didn't have time for this, and snapped his neck. He fell to the floor in a pile and I resisted the urge to rub my hands together.

"Marcel!" I yelled from downstairs, wherever he was, I knew he could hear me. "We need to talk."

The voice was distant but it echoed loudly. "Why do we need to do that?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, drawing blood. "I need your help."

I turned to find him behind me. "With?"

I did my best to get the anger to seep out of my face. "I'm a friend of Niklaus Mikaelson's."

His face lightened up and I swear I could see the ghost of a smile appear. "My sire sends a girl to bargain for him, that's a new one."

I shrug off his comment. "You control the vervain in this city," I reminded him "I need some."

"Why?"

"For matters," I told him "don't question Niklaus."

I knew he could hear the confidence in my voice by the way his eyes glazed over in fear. He was scared of Niklaus Mikaelson.

"Follow me."

I did as told and found myself being walked downstairs, a cellar. It wasn't portrayed like the ones in the movies, with glass jars and shelves. Yes there were shelves but the room had a proper glow to it and they were just small boxes which probably contained herbs and all that witchy mumbo.

He had grown them in a large square pot and used gloves to take out various amounts before placing it into a bag and handing it to me.

I smiled genuinely. "Thank you, I'm sure Klaus will be very pleased."

He smirked. "I'm happy to oblige."

As I walked back up the stairs it felt cold though and I knew from the tone of his voice that he indeed knew that Klaus had not sent me.

But Lord, please don't let him find out.

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It was already 7pm and I was currently lounging at a coffee shop.

I had a cup of tea in front of me as I casually stirred it with a piece of vervain. I dropped small fragments of it in, I wasn't discreet at all but considering I got it from the king himself, I didn't think it would be much of a problem.

I lifted the drink to my lips and tilted my head back.

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It didn't really taste all that bad, I hardly noticed it. I took the last sip of it, leaving the wet tea leaves and vervain at the bottom. I didn't feel different, not even a little change. Just warmth from the hot tea.

"Well," I spoke to myself "that's disappointing.

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How I hated these flashbacks. This time it felt different because all I could feel was the burning sensation as the liquid seeped down my throat. My eyes glazed over with tears and I had to do my best not to let them spill over as I drank the rest of the tea.

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It was late, like really late and I had just arrived outside of Klaus's house. The lights were still on and there was no doubt in my mind that he had stayed up to wait for me.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Klaus?" I called.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairs and I didn't know what to expect so I braced myself for his anger but instead I felt his arms wrap around me helplessly.

He pulled away before I could render what really happened and looked into my eyes.

"Go home Caroline, it's not safe." He was trying to compel me. "I don't want you remembering the past." With that he swiftly grazed his lips across mine.

I stood there shocked, it was a simple and sweet gesture. "No." I spoke and walked to my room.

And right there I knew, vervain worked hell of a lot better than I expected because that night everything started coming back.

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