Eldest Mikaelson

Marcellus will meet his death by my hand.

Third Person's POV

"We need help," Marcel sighed, slumping into one of the vast variety of armchairs within the compound. The Original Hybrid Klaus had come back into town after a century, and for whatever reason, it wouldn't be good for his reign.

"You have the girl, that has to be enough to keep him at bay." Thierry mused, he wiped a cloth over his instrument, shining oil working as it's outside become glossy.

"The Original family is over a thousand years old," Marcel growled out, "we have no idea why Klaus is here, how long will he will be and if he doesn't already have allies lurking around. A millennium to turn and gain followers, who knows where they may be hiding!" The Vampire clenched his fist, "besides, I've been saying 'he' this whole time and yet, I don't actually know if Klaus isn't the only Original in New Orleans. No one has seen the others, but from the past I've learned they can't be far behind."

"So what do you want us to do?" Diego asked, crossing his arms.

Marcel looked at his men, these two were one of the few day-walkers he had, they were apart of his inner circle. Yet another thing he'd learned from Klaus, he thought. Klaus had raised him, taught him everything he knows now and was his sire. Because of the Original family, Marcel Gerard, or Marcellus as he was once called, had everything he did now. The Vampire didn't like to be reminded on who used to be the King of New Orleans, what mattered was who had been King this past century.

Himself.

"Diego, send out a few of the Riff-Raff in search of the other Mikaelsons. Thierry, make sure all the night-walkers and day-walkers are consuming Vervain, Originals have many abilities that normal Vampires don't." Marcel frowned, "I'll be meeting with Klaus soon, whilst I'm doing that Diego, I'll also need you to get the other Vampires ready, we're going to have a show tonight."

"Who's the lucky Witch?" Diego smirked.

"Jane-Anne Deveraux."

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Marcel's Vampires swarmed Royal street. Beside the ones whom walked the ground, quite a few of the Riff-Raff night-walkers walked the roofs of the surrounding buildings, as others jumped on the cars or Vampire sped among themselves. The main group gathered around in a large circle, just on the corner between Royal and Saint Anne, whistling and cheering.

Marcel humored Klaus as they walked toward the corner. "Oh!" Marcel mused, he'd thought of a discreet way of finding out an answer to his question, "how's the family?"

"Those who live hate me more then ever." He answered, glancing around. The Vampires actions, caught his attention.

"If your blood relations let you down, you make your own eh?" He grinned, "you taught me that." Klaus looked at him and smirked, Marcel continued, "and whats mine is yours, as always. Even my night-walkers," he pointed up to the ones walking the roof-tops. "The Riff-Raff."

As Klaus looked up at them, Marcel grabbed a loose vine from one of the smaller trees that lined the road.

"Their hardly subtle, are they."

"Its the quarter," Marcel mused, rejoining the Original, "there's no such thing as subtle baby," the Vampire put his fingers to his lips and whistled as the two reached the others. The Vampires cheered, knowing that the show was starting. Marcel laughed as Jane-Anne was pushed into the circle, he grinned, "Jane-Anne Deveraux."

The Vampires cheered again, their glee wasn't hidden tonight.

Klaus had inquiries about what was to happen, he needed to talk to the Witch yet he wasn't sure how he was going to do that with Marcel's attention on her.