Live&Learn; Rebekah Mikaelson

Chapter 3

"Before you embark on this journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Standing in front of a room of mirror, I twirl  to examine the dress that I was having adjusted. The human girl working quickly but steadily on fixing the hem. Marcel is only a few feet away from me. A amazing, tailored  black suit adorns his body as another human girl fixes the pants.

"Damn, I look good in a suit." Marcel says as he looks at himself in the mirror.

I snort. "If you only look good, then I am sexy, brother."

Marcel just shakes his head.

Thierry leans against the wall, phone in hand, as the news on the TV talks about our newest little vampire, Josh.  And his friend, who is quite dead.  The anchor man drones on about the two missing.  "My guy at the docks is gonna come forward as an eyewitness, say that he saw those two drunkenly fall into the Mississippi River. They'll be dredging for weeks. " He types on his phones as he tells us this. "So no one will come looking around here."

I flash a smile over to Marcel. "That's good. Considering one is dead in a dumpster behind the county morgue and the other one is a vampire now." I tell Thierry. 

"Anything else?" Marcel asks as this was our usual meeting for the morning to start our day.

"Ow!" Marcel's tailor woman shrieks as she pricks herself with her needle.  Blood rushes to the surface.

Marcel bends down, taking her hand into his. "Allow me, Darling."  He starts to bring her finger to his mouth.

"One thing." Thierry interrupts. "I sent four nightwalkers to look into a werewolf sighting in the Quarter. I haven't heard from them since. "

Marcel looks at me as he says. "That makes ten dead nightwalkers in the last week. You think the werewolves are back in town trying to start some trouble?"

I break my gaze away from Marcel and look over my dress once more. Not saying anything since I already told Marcel about Rebekah Mikaelson being back.

Thierry rolls his eyes. "Look, I know you and Klaus are friends, but the fact is, since the Originals showed up— " He stops midsentence because someone else enters the room.

"Oh, come now, Thierry. You're not still upset about that little, toxic werewolf bite I gave you, are you? I thought we were at bygones. " Klaus says. I can feel his gaze turn to me. He stops breathing for a moment. "Willa...You look like...a true queen." He says breathlessly.

"Thank you, Klaus." I smile, truly smile because I knew he meant that compliment. "I know I am. And keep in mind that I thoroughly love pussy. So you won't get anywhere with me with your lovely words. " I lick my lips. And through back my head to laugh as he just shakes his head with a frown.

Thierry coughs, uncomfortably. "I see you've given him free rein of your compound now, too."

" Yes. Well, seeing as my family and I lived here-- built the place, in fact—- " Klaus welcomes the change of subject.

Marcel interrupts them."All right. Come on. You both know the drill. Thierry's my guy, inner circle. Klaus is my old-time friend and sire. He's also a guest here. Peace, all right? All right." Marcel turns to Klaus. "What you need, my brother?"

"I'm afraid my sister Rebekah is insisting I demand Elijah's return. She's quite worked up about it. " Klaus lets out a sigh. 

"I'll say." I mutter. 

Thierry scoffs. "We're not gonna have three Originals walking around town, are we? Half our guys think the sister killed the nightwalkers. "

"Is that an accusation against an Original?" Klaus says, coldly.