I walk around my bedroom, there isn't much to do. Less infact than the Mikaelson compound. I can hear Marcel downstairs with even my human ears, these walls must be thin. I hear music playing from the stereo, Jazz. I could go down and talk to him but for some reason I feel guilty at the thought. I can't quite put my finger on the reason. All the topics that I actually want to talk about are taboo so theres that also. I get out my phone, nothing new. Ugh. I walk out of my room and down the brass stairs. Marcel is standing by the stove stirring some sort of brown concoction. He looks up at me and smiles.
"Hey, I promise it tastes better than it looks." I raise my eyebrows.
"I'll take your word for it." He turns off the stove and rinses his hands. I take a seat on the charcoal couch and wrap a orange blanket around me. He sits opposite me.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He pauses. "Now I know there's not much but we could watch a movie, maybe play trivia?" I think of Elijah.
"You have an unfair advantage with trivia and you know it." He laughs.
"True, so movie?"
"Actually you know what I miss? Exercise, like running. It sounds stupid but more than a month confined to one place really takes it's toll." He ponders for a bit.
"Alright we can do exercise. Treadmill or bike?" At a gym?! "Not at a gym though." I sigh.
"Bike."
"Okay then I'll take the treadmill." He gets up and walks around me. He takes out a book in his bookshelf to reveal abother room.
"No way! That's only for the movies!" He chuckles and beckons me inside. Theres treadmills, bikes and mats. Nice. The doorbell ribgs and I'm pulled out of my trance. We connect eyes.
"Stay here, I'll check it out." I huff but stay where I am. He closes the secret entrance. I can't hear a thing, the doors must be soundproofed. Unless, unless it was the bad people and they've taken Marcel. I start to panic and check my phone. No signal. There's enough water in here to last me a few days. But theres no way out of here which means I'm trapped.
The door starts to creak and I back away. Praying that its Marcel. A brown box appears followed by Marcel. A savoury smell wafts in the air. Mhmmm pizza. "Just the Pizza guy." I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe I am scared. "So game plan, lets eat this and then we do the not fun part."
"Sounds like a plan."
