"When I looked at him, all I saw was eternity. Is it wrong since he never saw that in me?"
"I don't think it's wrong, I think it's impossible."
Leonora James was one who always believed in the most unimaginable things; ghosts, and such. When one w...
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Leonora spent her Saturdays out with Jessica and Anne or Cami if she were up for it, but this Saturday wasn't any other. She sat in that bar from afternoon to dark, waiting for this intriguing man to return.
Drumming her fingers against the end of the bar, head in the palm of her other hand, Leo had no idea if that man would ever come back. The bar was empty, aside from Sophie Devereux, another bartender, and the man in the corner. The bells chimed, and Leonora turned her head as fast as lighting, but it was just the man leaving.
"We're closing up now, Leo," Sophie told her, although the clock stood just behind her on the wall.
Leonora pushed her caramel brown hair back and sigh out, "I know. Bye, Soph." Then, she turned around and lazily slid off the bar stool, slightly stumbling her way out of the bar.
Then, it happened the next night, but the night after that went different.
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"I am so done with people and their confusing emotions," Leonora said, looking at Sophie, slightly drunk, as she sipped he drink.
"I think you're done with drinks," Sophie replied, pulling the drink away, "I'm cutting you off." Then, there was a moments silence before the bartender asked a question, "What's up with you, anyways?"
Leonora shrugged, looking up at Sophie with a blank face, "Life."
"But it's more than that," Sophie concluded, looking at the girl for a sign that said she was correct.
"Sophie, you can't just say that. It makes my vague one liner pointless," Leonora joked, rolling her eyes playfully. "You're supposed to be the bartender that acts first and thinks later, not psychology Cami dos." Sophie laughed, shaking her head and walking to serve another costumer.
That's when Marcel Gerard, the man who calls himself a king, walked in with an unfamiliar- to Leonora- man. She looked back at the front of the bar and rolled her eyes, Marcel was coming her way with a wide smile; he needed something.
"Nora!" Marcel said in a cheerful voice, throwing his arm around her shoulder as he sat at the bar. "There's my girl."
Leo scoffed, looking at him in disgust, "It's Leonora to people I don't particularly like."
"Oh," Marcel feigned being hurt, "you didn't mean that. Why do you hate me so much?"
"Marcellus," she pushed his arm away, "you're an ignorant, selfish, egotistical, narcissistic, hypocrite that only thinks about his self and how he is so... much better than everyone else."
"Wow," he looking at her, an angry expression made, "that hurt."
"Excellent," she rolled her eyes and looked over at Sophie, who was watching with precaution. She rolled her eyes and then pointed them at Marcel, showing she was annoyed at him. Then, she gestured for Sophie to come over to her. "Think you could just give me one more drink, Sophie, I deserve it since I have to deal with the likes of" - she pointed her thumb at Marcel- "him."
"No," Sophie denied. She was only doing what's best for her friend.
"I'm a doctor!" Leonora declared, "I think I'll know when it's unhealthy to have another glass."
"You're going to med-school," Sophie replied, walking away.
"Need a drink?" Marcel asked, looking at her.
"Not from the likes of you," she replied.
"Didn't that hamster of yours die last week?" He asked, smirking.
"I-" she started to look angry, but kept it in control, "he is-erm-was not just 'that hamster'."
"Nice sweater," he said, changing the subject.
"What? Oh. My jumper?" she asked, looking down at the grey sleeves.
"See, Marcel, there is no such thing as a" - the unfamiliar man mimicked an American accent, "'sweater'"
"Who are you?" Leonora asked with knitted eyebrows, looking around Marcel.
"I am Klaus Mikaelson," he smiled, looking at her with his dreamy, blue eyes. Then, she remembered something-
"Oh!" she looked surprised and smiled.
"You've heard of me?" he smirked, being foolish.
"No," she laughed slightly, "I've met Elijah. You know him? Must be family."
"Oh," he looked bored, now. "Yes, Elijah is my brother. He is a buzzkill, left town."
"Ay?" she asked rhetorically, "That's a bummer. He'd really just bail out like that?" She looked slightly upset, and it didn't go undetected to the vampires.
"Listen," Klaus suggests, "I'll help you get Elijah back into town if you help Marcel."
"What makes you think I want him back?" She asked, looking intrigued.
"You seemed upset," he stated.
"I'm not too sure," she shrugged, "I don't even know him."
"You have my word." She thought for a moment. Was it a risk to trust this 'Klaus Mikaelson'? Yes, but do you care to listen to yourself? No.
"Oh," she looked at him, "alright."
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A/n What does Marcel want?
Fav part? Klaus thinking that she knew who he was.
