The Musician | Marcel Gerard

Epilogue

 Nearly forty years later

 
 Marcel Gerard sat alone, staring out the window. Things had gone so well, been going so well. Up until about two weeks ago, that is.

 The Mikaelsons were back in New Orleans, almost a century after Mikael had chased them out. It concerned Marcel, as trouble was quickly brewing in French Quarter. There had to be a way to get rid of them, get them out of the city for good. He just had to find the way.

 He wasn't too worried about Klaus trying to take his place. All of Marcel's people were good with him being in charge, and no one was happy that Klaus showed up, not even Marcel himself. But Klaus was crafty, Marcel knew he would try to take charge of everything again. It made Marcel angry enough that he just wanted to throw something at him and tell to go back to whatever dark hole he came from.

 Something good needs to happen, he thought. Please just let something good happen for once. I need it now.

 His thoughts were interrupted by Thierry saying, "Marcel, there's someone here to see you."

 "Tell them to go away," he said shortly.

 "I tried, but this woman will not leave. She says she came here to see you, and she's going to see you."

 "A woman?" Rebekah, perhaps? "What does she look like?"

 "Um, sixties, I think. Dark skin, dark hair, bit of an attitude."

 No, not Rebekah. "All right. I'll come down and see."

 "Marcel Gerard," he heard. "You haven't aged a bit. Guess that's to be expected, though. I've certainly aged, however."

 Marcel stared at the woman in shock. "Vera? Vera Jones?"

 She smiled. "I should have known you would recognize me. Oh!"

 Marcel sped over her and lifted her into his arms, hugging her tight.

 "I was hoping for a friendly welcome, but this wasn't quite what I had thought," she said.

 "You have no Idea how happy I am that you're here," he said, gently putting her back on the ground. "I was just hoping for something good to happen, and you must be it."

 "Well, I certainly hope so, since you were so sad when I left," she replied. "Now that I am here, you can tell what you've been up to in the last forty years. I want to hear all about your adventures as King of the Quarter."