Shattered

3

So you remember that time when I was so bored that I called the fancy Mikealson dude? Yeah, well that was better then this. Right now, the witches are rebelling, and Marcel can't stop it. Therefore, every time one of those witches uses magic, I scream in pain.

I stumble out of the room, and manage to get down the first few steps. I then trip and tumble down them and laugh. I lay on the floor giggling, then stand up. I walk out the door, and start walking through the strip. I walk into a bar, and everyone turns to me. "Don't mind me. I'm just-" I say, but stumble as I walk closer to a table. I giggle, and an arm grabs mine.

I see a man, and he helps me sit down. I see his lips move, and I laugh. I then put my finger against them, and lean into him. "Shshsh! They all have really good hearing. They'll hear all your secrets!" I whisper, and he smirks.

I move the mans hair out from in front of his face, and giggle. "You look like a puppy." I say, then start petting him. He sighs, then picks me up. "I believe it's time to get you to Marcel." He says, and I smile. "Hey! I know him! He's lit! Although he keeps me up hidden from everyone, so I don't get to meet any cute guys." I say, and the guy wraps his arm around my shoulder. We start walking out of the bar, and I fall to the ground. I wince and look at my red ankle. He sighs, then picks me up. "I've got ya, love. I've got you." He says, and I pass out.

I wake up, and see a man standing over me. "You gonna stare or you gonna tell me what's going on?" I ask. "Your fearing, really, love, but you aren't very intimidating." He says, and I roll my eyes. "I can be." I state. "Oh really? Well, let's see." He says, a slight smile on his lips.

I grab him by the shirt, and pull him to me. Our face inches apart, I look into his eyes. "Where am i? And why am I here?" I ask, my voice deep and threatening. He moves his eyes as if thinking about it, then shakes his head. "Nope. Sorry. Your still not very intimidating, but don't let me tear you down, love, it takes a lot to scare me. I am over a thousand years old." He says, then smirks.

I let go of his shirt and look at him shocked. "What?! Your a thousand years old?! Your so old!" I say, and he rolls his eyes. I laugh, and sit on my thighs. "So, where am i?" I ask. "Your at my siblings and I's house." He says, and I look around. "And why exactly am I here?" I ask. "Leverage, my dear. Marcel fancies you in some fathering way, and I need my brother back." He says. Great! I'm used as a trade! Again!