The Forgotten Mikaelson

Chapter 2

2016
New Orleans
(French Quarters)

"Are you sure, Mathayus?"

"For the last time, Henrik, they are here, I'm sure of it."

"I just don't want to lose them again."
Henrik answered.

"

I know."
Mathayus replied

The two friends have arrived in the city of New Orleans in the search for Henrik's family. Once Henrik had finally returned to his birthplace in the village all those centuries ago, the villagers were stunned to see him, alive and well, knowing full well that his body had already been turned to ashes months ago. No one dared to approach him, much less speak to him except for the healer, for only she knew Esther's true nature as a witch. She explained that once his family had turned into vampires, the neighbouring villages had been decimated and its residents mercilessly slaughtered by the Mikaelsons. Because of this , they were ostracized and forced to leave the village as the neighbours that they were once close to them shut their doors and shun them. Ever since then, Henrik and his new friend Mathayus had been searching the globe for them, but they were always too late. The last time he came to this city was in the 1920s when he heard that his family had made a small empire for themselves in the French Quarter. But when he arrived, his beloved family was long gone, disappearing in the dead of night being pursued by their father Mikael,who had gained a reputation as a Vampire who hunts Vampires. Henrik never knew why his Father would try to kill his own flesh and blood. And as for his siblings, Henrik could never imagine that his brothers and sisters could become savages and murderers in the span of a millenia. Whenever Henrik heard the stories of how Niklaus would ravage entire towns and villages, he would always blame himself as it was because of him that they became monsters. Henrik hoped that when they see him alive and well, it would put an end to their endless bloodlust and hopefully give them some measure of peace that they longed for.

Henrik and Mathayus was walking in the quarter when a voice spoke from behind them....

"Hello."

They both turned to see a man, African American, tall and well built, looking at them with a gaze that could make a normal human quiver in their shoes. They knew that the person speaking is no ordinary human, judging by his speed and the arrogance in his voice, they quickly deduced that he is a vampire, as werewolves are not as fast or as cocky as vampires.

"Well hello. And who are we speaking to?"
Mathayus asked.

"My name is Marcellus Gerard. But the good folks here call me Marcel. I am the leader of the French Quarter. I know that you two are not normal humans, so consider this a friendly advise. Don't make any trouble here. The people living here are under my protection and my priority. If you do not heed my warning, you WILL suffer the consequences."
Marcel said with a hint of a threat in his voice.

"Believe me, Marcel is it? Hurting this people is the last thing that we want to do. We are here to just enjoy the music and the good food. We heard that New Orleans make good soul food."
Mathayus replied.

"Alright. If you come here in peace, you are surely welcome. Enjoy yourself while you are here and buy something from the vendors, they are good people trying to earn a living."

"Of course. And thank you for the advise."

Right after Marcel sped away, Henrik finally spoke up.

"He is the leader here? Why hasn't Niklaus killed him? Judging by his previous exploits, he would have staged a coup by now."

"Maybe he is a puppet controlled by him, Rik. Unlike a few centuries ago when he destroyed anything and everyone on a whim, he had learn to never expose himself unless truly necessary. You, of all people, should know that klaus is a smart person."