Learning To Fly (Niklaus love story)

Soul music

"I saw the board yesterday." Marcel said with a smirk as I sat eatting my breakfast. I couldn't help but smile as I took a bite of my poptart.

"Yep it our score board there also one in my room. So what the plan for today any way?" I ask as I dipped my cookie and cream poptart into my milk. Marcel gave me a strange look. Either I am really strange and confusing or he is always confused about every thing. "What?"

"You are a strange strange child. It's not a cookie."

"Then why is it called COOKIES and cream?" I ask rolling my eyes.

"That the flavor it doesn't make it a cookie do you put cookies or milk in your cookies and cream ice cream." I couldn't help bust out laugh at how ironic that sentence was.

"Marcel you idiot cookie and cream ice cream has both cookies and milk in it and if you want a cookies and cream milk shake you add more milk to it." I stood after I place my last bite in my mouth and went throw away my trash. Oh this was golden for the fact My recorder was placed ontop of the microwave hidden. I went and grab it while laughing and looking at Marcels shock face as I did so. "So any thing to say to that Marcel I am sure other would love to know what you have to add on to that."

"Oh you better watch it you monster" He said vamp speeding to me.

"No first rule of this war not deleting  the other one evidence rule number two no live threating pranks. Rule number three there's no one that you can't show the evidence to no matter how embarssing it is. So that 2 for me and one for you looks like I am ahead I didn't think I would get something this fast" I said with a smile before walking of to put the vidoe on my laptop. After putting it onto my laptop I sent it to Nik.

"Come one we are leaving got some witch business to handle." I set up straight and looked at Marcel at his word. I never really hung around with witched. I stood up placing my camera around my neck and putting my phone and wallet in my pocket before following him out of the compound. Come to find out he just had to meet up with Sophie. I stood silently as she spot of something call the harvest. "What is a harvest any way?"

"The harvest is what people have past down generation to generation it is told to be help every so offten where 4 harvest girl are prepared. This girl are 16 and have no clue what they are being prepared for. When the harvest is in play each girl will be killed so there magic flows in to the ground. It is told that the will raise again, but it all insane."

"It's a sacrifice" I spoke up with wide eye looked. "They can't do it. That could be just a myth there children."

"That why I came to Marcel about it. They are planning for it to happen in 2 weeks" Sophie said "and my niece is one of the harvest girls." I cover my mouth in shock at her words.

"We have to stop this Marcel. They can't do that to them girl. Please there just kids." Marcel looked down at me before sighing.

"I don't like to get into witches business, but I will put a stop to this" Sophie nod before she walked away. I sighed and leaned against Marcel. He placed his arm around me and started leading me to a church. Once we got there  I stayed tucked under his arm.

"Marcel" The pastor of the church. I glanceing around the church I couldn't help but gasp. It was one of those old small churches. As Marcel spoke to the man who I now know as Father Kerrin I started to take pictures around the place. It was truly beautiful.

"I see your a photographer." Father Kerrin spoke from behind me makeing me jump.

" I'm sorry I just love building with history. They alway have such wonderful stories that come with then. Some good some bad, but at the end of the day the building made it through." I spoke as I looked down and fixed my lens.

"Come by some time I would love to tell you the history of this church" He said patting my shoulder before walking off. I walked back up to Marcel and smiled as he put a arm over my shoulder.

"Can I? I asked looking up at him.

"Of course, but for now lets get you to Thierry you can hang with him tell I am finish talking to witched I don't trust them around you" I sent him a smile but nod also. I don't trust then either. From what Damon has told me Bonnie as pick up just think of a group of them that have known all their life what they are. Marcel walked me to the gumbo place because for the life of me I can never pronounce the name right. I smiled as skipped it seeing Thierry already at a table with a bowl of gumbo and two drinks. I looked at Marcel who chuckled and gave me a side ways hug before taking off. Walk up to Thierry I notice he had what looks like a music case next to him.

"Gumbo and peach tea." I nod and set down before digging in. After I finish eatting I pointed to the case.

"Trumpet"

"No way! play something please." He smiled and pulled his trumpet out before in no time Mardi Gras Mumble was filling the place. I have heard the song once before and fell in love with it when I was doing a paper on different cultures. I started to sing the song as he played and every one had turn to listen to us. As he played you could see the soul he put into it. He played his heart out with each note. He was surrounded in his own little word it look like and that sent chills through me. Once the song was over every one clapped making my cheek flam up.

"Not bad not bad at all" He said as he placed his trumpet back in the case with a smile on his face.

"No one more please Thierry that was amazing" He chuckled and went in to another song. I closed my eyes as he started playing again. Just the sound of it had me relaxing. Once he finish he looked over at me with a smile. "Can you teach me how to play?"

"Sure I don't see why not." We went back to the compound and he started teaching me. It harder them it seems ever though there only three buttons. Learning what note is which and also having the breath for it.