Always and Forever

Bloodletting

My siblings and I are the first vampires in all of history, the Originals. Unlike them I am a hybrid, half vampire, half werewolf. 300 years ago we helped build New Orleans. Now we've returned. Drawn back by a coven of witches, who've threatened my mate and woman carrying my child.

"That baby will bring death to us all."

My brother Elijah dealt with them.

"No one hurts my family and lives."

We thought Hayley would be safe.

"I am Marcel. I don't think we've met." Marcel smiles at Hayley as she opens the door.

"Hayley's gone. Where is she?" Elijah speaks into his phone to his sister, as he looks around her room.

"What?" Driving away, Rebekah stares at her phone in shock.

Klaus walks into the bedroom, blood boiling. "Marcel was here."

We were wrong.

Standing in the courtyard of the Abattoir, a few hundred vampires congregated into a crowd as they talk to one another and drink their drinks. Marcel opens a pair of double doors and walks out onto the balcony. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night! And the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these," he holds up his hand with his daylight ring, "a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun again. All you gotta do is kick a little ass! Here we go!" The vampires form a circle as the way for the fighters to be picked. "Our first two contenders; Felicia and Otto!"

They both enter the ring and begin their fight, as the rest of the vampires cheer them on. At the end of the fight, it seems that Otto has the upper-hand, but in the end, Felicia wins the fight.

"Damn, girl! Not bad!" Marcel claps his hands.

Klaus and Elijah enter the courtyard, and Klaus walks behind Felicia, snapping her neck, causing the room to go silent. "Good evening! I'd like a word." Klaus stares up at Marcel.

Marcel leans against the railing and glares. "What do you think you two are doing?"

Elijah looks around. "It appears that we have just interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give her to us or...we kill everyone here. Starting with you."

"You two have got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands."

Klaus growls a little. "Your home, is it?"

"The girl Marcel! I will not ask again!" Elijah stares up at him.

He smirks a little. "I assume you're talking about Hayley? Yea high, dark hair, bitchy attitude? Who is she, anyways?"

Klaus tries to remain calm at the mention of her name. "She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends."

"Well, I ain't got her. And before you start bitching, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. You could say I was feeling a bit nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up resident. Your girl, Hayley, she answered the door, we exchanged hellos, and that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even hell you find her. But the big question that I would ask myself is; if Hayley isn't here, then where the hell is she?"

Hayley wakes up in the back of a SUV trunk with her wrists bound. She tries to kick out the back window. She kicks a few times before it finally breaks. The car comes to a halt, and the driver starts to climb out of the car. Hayley looks around, breathing hard. The driver pulls the broken glass off of the back, the driver opens the trunk and goes to grab her. Hayley screams and kicks her leg out at him.