The Originals

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[S2E-2]

Mystic Falls|That Night
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Elijah

   The woman who worked in the store adjusted my color with a smile on her face while I buttoned up the button and stared into the mirror with a smirk.

  "Are you married?" I asked looking over my shoulders with a smirk.

  "No." She chuckled shyly. "Divorced actually."

  "Are you seeing anyone?" I questioned again. Courtney had been my nightly distraction while I'd been searching a new suit. As for my family, I'd been presumed dead. The last thing Gandhi would want me to do is go see them. So I wasn't going such thing.

  "Not that I know of." Courtney shrugged while taking a step back away from me. The silence creeped up upon us and I turned around giving her my undivided attention as I got an idea.

  "I know we don't know each other as well,." I nodded. "But right now you want me." Placing my hand on her cheek I compelled her.

   Courtney came closer to me as I did her and we locked lips. Deeper the kiss, the more that I wanted to pull away. I began to kiss her cheek, then her neck, I was breathing heavily while I rubbed my finger against her neck where I could hear the blood flow.

  "Do forgive, for I have taken something so beautiful from this earth. I'm sure I won't regret it." My face transformed and I dug my fangs into Courtney's neck causing her to scream and grab on to the blazer of my suit. Pulling away with a smile, I carelessly dropped her body onto the floor.

   Then I looked up at the ceiling before stepping over her body and using my speed to leave quickly without hesitation.

New Orleans
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Vincent

   Disappointment, dishonesty, disloyalty, dysfunction. It all scattered through my mind like pieces of paper flying through the air on a windy day.

  "I trusted a vampire." I scoffed with a smile on my face. "Once again I've been used!" I snapped. "That's it. That is it!"

  "You've been saying that for the past week." Mikael stated as he paced back and forth through the barrier that I had him placed in. "You haven't done a thing but sit there. I'm not asking you to trust me, but if you'd let me OUT OF HERE EIGHT YEARS AGO, THAT BASTARD WOULD'VE BEEN DEAD ALREADY-"

  "Why do hate your son so much?" I asked calmly. "You raised him. He loved you like a father. Why do you hate him so much?"

   The room then grew silent and Mikael remained speechless. Of course he didn't have an answer. The doors of the attic of the church swung open and there stood a familiar face.

  "Am I interrupting something?" Marcel asked as the doors closed behind him causing me to stand up.

  "You're dead." I nodded while pointing at him with a shaky finger. "What the hell is this?"

  "I never died. I can't die Vincent, I am immortal. No stake, no original, and sure as hell no witch under your control can ever put me through the bricks of hell. You have fought for this city and yet you stand here letting someone who I've NEVER EVEN SEEN BEFORE run this! The Vincent that I know would've been got me out of that damn dungeon, been put this city back to peace, and raised the visitation level! I'm the only one who's able to keep these idiots in check and I'm gonna do that with or with out your help."

  "I'm not working with you no matter what deals you have to offer Marcel. You're a vampire and you're all the same."

  "You're damn right." Marcel nodded with a serious look on his face as he tightened his jaws. "There are five things that I have in common with ever other vampire in this world. One, the Mikaelsons. Two, witches. Three, a lust for blood. Four, immortality. And five, the means to get whatever the hell I want. But one thing that is different is the way I feel about innocent people. I was willing to allow witches to use power again and this is why I banned it in the first place. When witches use power, they use it on us. The same question that I, and everyone else, ask themselves is....what the hell are we even fighting for?"