Eliza Kent has ruled New Orleans next to Marcel Gerard for many years but sooner or later her past catches up to her in form of the Mikaelson siblings who were convinced that she had died centuries ago. And Klaus wouldn't be Klaus if he just accept...
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"So, I met your friend the other day."
Eliza looked up at Evan who was sitting in front of her, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "Care to elaborate? I do have more than one friend." Evan frowned causing Ellie to stick out her tongue, "I do have you and Marcel so that makes at least two." Both chuckled lightly while the young woman took a sip of her coffee.
"I was talking about this Klaus guy." Eliza's eyes widened and she choked on her coffee causing Evan to frown again. "Don't be so dramatic." "I'm not being dramatic. Klaus is the bad guy in this story, Evan." The young man in front of her scoffed, "I'm having a hard time figuring who the bad guys are in this city considering witches are constantly getting killed. And everyone who steps out of line is getting punished."
Suddenly, pages of the book that Ellie had been reading before Evan joined her in the small bar turned over and Marcel was standing next to him, smirking down at the young man and a hand on Eliza's shoulder. "Talking about me, I see?" Evan winced and put a hand on his heart, "I told you to stop doing that." Eliza giggled and looked up at her boyfriend who now leaned down to kiss her.
Marcel pulled a chair over and sat down with them. "How's Thierry?" The female vampire asked considering the hybrid had bitten him the other day and they weren't completely sure if Klaus' blood really was the cure as they never had to deal with this situation before. New Orleans was free of werewolves after all. "He seems fine. Klaus' blood worked."
Evan raised his brows in confusion and suddenly grabbed his phone and wallet from the table and put it away causing the other two to look at him. "Your vampire talk confuses me so I'm gonna go." Marcel and Eliza said their goodbyes before they turned back to each other, a smile on the man's face.
"What would you think about meeting me here tonight? Nine o'clock?" Ellie leaned her head on her palm as she leaned closer to him. "Are you asking me on a date?" "I guess you'll have to show up and see for yourself." She giggled and pecked him on the lips before she leaned back and nodded. "I'll be there. What are you up to today?"
Marcel sighed and looked down at their intertwined hands on the table where Eliza played with his fingers which was a habit of hers that she picked up whenever she was deeply engaged in their conversation. "I'm gonna try figure out who killed six of my nightwalkers. And I've got two bodies from last night's party to take care of." "Sounds fun. I am so glad that I decided that I want nothing to do with that stuff."
When Marcel made all those rules and decisions about werewolves and witches and vampires, she wasn't happy with most of it. In fact, she had tried to change his mind several times but eventually she accepted it and decided to rule by his side when she realized that he did all of it to protect the people he loved. However, despite both of them being in charge, Marcel made the rules and decisions and Eliza didn't want anything to do with it. She kept quiet most of the time and only stepped in when things really got out of line. Or when someone turned to her because they were scared of Marcel and needed her to talk to him about something which happened more often than one would think.
