"I'm glad you came, Alex. Like it or not, when one refers to the Mikaelsons, they're referring to you, as well. Tonight will allow you to make up your own mind about our organization."
"And you think by killing my friend, you're gonna make the best...
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Alex's P.O.V (Her Outfit ^^)
The streets of the French Quarter are bustling as I walked down the sidewalk and left Davina a voicemail on her phone. "Hey, Davina. It's me. I, um, am running a little late, actually, but I should be there soon." I said. Just then, I glanced over at the nearby window, I saw that a dark-haired man was standing nearby and following me slowly. I became tense, then sighed.
"On second thought, I'll be a little longer." I said. I then continued to walk down the street as I hung up my phone.
I cut down an alley full of abandoned construction equipment, on alert for the imminent danger the man posed. I made it down to the end of the alley and turned, left, around the corner. The man followed me down the alleyway. I watched as he stopped and paused, in his track, to try and sense where I went.
I kicked an empty can of paint down the alley, towards him, which he eventually stopped with his foot. He took a few more steps forward as I walked up behind him, annoyed. "You're not very good at tailing people, are you?" I asked him. The man spun around at vampire speed to face me before speeding behind me, sneering at me.
"My talents lie elsewhere." He said.
I immediately spun around to punched him in the face, but he dodged it easily, along with the kicks and punches that followed it. When I went to hit him again, he broke my arm, kicked me in the abdomen, and shoved me against the wall before grabbing my throat in a choke-hold.
I grabbed my throat and gasped for breath, and just when he thought the fight was over, I shoved my palm into his face, distracting him enough to grab his hand and bite it hard, causing him to roar in pain. I pulled away, my Hybrid eyes and fangs out, and while he cradled his bitten hand, I kicked him away from me.
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Marcel had just met with me at St. Anne's Church, which was now a fight gym, where my stalker from earlier had been thoroughly tied to a chair with rope and was still unconscious as a result of my hybrid bite. Serves you right for sneaking up on me.
"You might remember him from that pretentious excuse for a party." I said and Marcel looked at the man for a moment.
"Shen Min. 800 years old. According to Tristan, he was a torture consultant for Genghis Khan." Marcel said and I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care if he's a Gemini who hell bent on killing his family, Marcel. Why was he following me?" I asked and Marcel sighed.
"I don't know."
"You don't know, or you're sworn to a code of silence?" I asked him.
"Hey! Easy. We're on the same side here." He said defensively.
"Then prove it." I said annoyed. Marcel anxiously wiped at his face with his hands while he tried to think of his next move.
