Our Family's Hope {Hope Mikaelson FanFiction}

2. No Quater {part 1}

In the woods, somewhere outside of New Orleans, a man in an orange jumpsuit is running. He's panting and whimpering as he looks behind him. He trips over a fallen tree branch and he grunts in response. He gets up and runs behind a tree.
"I admit, I do like a good chase." Someone says. "However...", a whoosh sound is made and Kol Mikaelson appears in front of the man, "I am quite famished, so..." He bites into the mans neck and it makes a crunching sound.
The man screams.
Not far, many prisoners and correction officers lay dead on the ground. They all are bleeding from wounds on their necks. A truck a few feet away from them is labeled Louisiana State Dept. Of Corrections.
"Good Lord, that one has some lungs on him." Rebekah Mikaelson says as she stands near the dead bodies and her brother, Elijah Mikaelson. "He should've been an opera singer."
The man continues to scream.
"Might've ended better for him, actually." Rebekah adds with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Freya Mikaelson walks towards the two of her siblings and asks, "Is this absolutely necessary?"
"That depends. Do you wan us at our full strength, or do you plan on rescuing Nik on your own?" Rebekah asks sarcastically.
"Well, death rattles are distracting, and I'm trying to break a cloaking spell." Freya replies.
"Kol, would you please?!" Elijah asks from his distance.
A crunching sound is made and the screaming stops.
"Thank you." Elijah says as he pulls a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit and starts dabbing the blood from his chin. "You were saying?" He asks Freya.
"I can sense Klaus is still in New Orleans. Most likely somewhere underground. I can't get a read on exactly where, unless I'm in the city myself." Freya continues.
Kol comes back from his hunt with blood running down his mouth to his neck, dripping onto his shirt.
"Yeah. That's gonna be a problem..." Hayley Marshall says as she steps towards the siblings. She was standing away from them as she was on a phone call. "I have contacts in New Orleans. As you can imagine, the place is crawling with vampires, all of whom hate all of us. Whatever we do, we need to do it fast."
"Well, I wasn't planning on a pub crawl. I don't want to stay any longer than we have to. But we need to go." Freya says.
"Whoa. Wait-Wait, we're not doing this today...?" Kol asks a little worried.
"Hasn't Nik suffered enough?" Rebekah asks Kol impatiently.
"Yes. And I've died. Twice. I'm not about to give Marcel a shot at a third. Now, I say, we draw that Muppet out of town. And when he's gone..." Kol replies.
Hayley looks at him with a stern expression. "I have been away from my daughter long enough. If you're afraid..."
"It's called being sensible. Until Freya can make enough cure with her werewolf hostage, Marcel can basically chew through our bloody throats." Kol says angrily.
"Enough." Elijah interrupts. "We're all in danger. We free Niklaus today. Even if I have to burn that city to the ground."

In New Orleans, Marcel Gerard is in his apartment with Sofya Voronova. They stand behind on the the chairs in the living room as Sofya puts a laptop on the head of the chair.
"So, what's the issue?" Marcel asks.
"Some vampires tracked Hayley Marshall to Austin, Texas where she was attacked while visiting one of the locals." Sofya replies as she presses keys on the laptop, then turns it towards Marcel.
A video appears of the bar where Hayley found Keelin. It shows them both standing at the bar.
Marcel watches as he says, "Well, it's not the first time someone's tried and failed to take down Hayley."
"True. But this time, she wasn't the only one they were tracking. The other target? Whoever she was with? She must have been important, so I did some digging. Does the name Malraux ring a bell?"
"The Malraux pack was wiped out by Lucien over fifteen years ago, yeah." Marcel replies.
"So everyone thought. But the woman Hayley met with is in fact the last of the line." Sofya informs him.
"If Hayley found a Malraux, she could have the venom from all seven packs. Which means there's a chance she could have the cure for my bite."
"And if she did... she can wake the Mikaelsons."
"And they could be on their way right now."

In St. Anne's Church, witches have gathered to perform a spell so they can find Adam Folsom. They stand around a small table with a few of Adam's belongings on it as they chant. His mother, Maxine, also stands there with a sad expression on her face.
Away from them, Vincent Griffith is on the phone. "Okay, Will. Great, man. I owe you. All right." When he hangs up he says, "Maxine."
She walks towards him.
"Just my buddy from NOLA PD, and he was saying he's gonna make sure all the cops keep an eye out. He also says there's still no sign of Adam at any of the hospitals. Um... how are things coming with the locator spells?"
Maxine sighs. "There's no clear reading. It's as if... he's everywhere. I don't know what to do."
"Hmm... Maxine, what do your boy and his friends like to do for fun? I mean, do they like to explore abandoned buildings? Um, old homes? Haunted houses?" Vincent asks.
Maxine sighs again. "I would say no, he knows better. But lately... Why do you ask?"
Vincent sighs. "My-my buddy, the detective, he was telling me that they've been getting a lot of reports lately from Old County Line road. Reports of broken glass, loud noises at night. Now, the police did a drive-by, but they didn't see nothing. And it's... it's got me wondering. It's best to be sure. I'm gonna go have a look, okay?" He says as he starts to walk away.
"I'll come with you."
"No, no, no. The best thing for you to do is just keep working here, all right? I got this."
"Vincent." Maxine says. "Take this with you." She says and then goes to her bag. She pulls something out. "It's a protection charm. I made it for Adam when he was born. I keep it in his room. He sleeps with it sometimes." She hands it to him. "I thought that maybe, if you had this..."
"Mm." Vincent says.
"Every little bit helps."
Vincent chuckles softly and says, "All right."