Young, Stupid and a Mikaelson (On Pause)

Chapter 13

Time Jump

As I sat on the beach Ibiza, I feel the sun beating down me. "Here is the drink you order Miss Safiya."

I open my eyes to see the cute servant hold out my cocktail. I left up to my shades and looked at the guy straight in the eyes, "Love could you do me a favor?"

"Of course," He responds.  He then pulls out a small knife and gave a quick slit on his wrist and poured his blood into my drink.

"Thank you so much, now go wrap up your wrist. We don't need you bleeding out."

He nods and walks away without another word. I put down my sunglasses as I sip my drink. 

As I continue to sit in the sunlight the servant runs out as I hear a ringing going off, "Miss, your phone has been going off. I know to said to ignore it but this is the seventh call from someone named Marcel."

"Bloody hell," I snarl yanking the phone out of the servant's hand and shooing him away.

"Marcellus, what do I owe this pleasure to," I say putting on a cheery voice. 

"I need your help."

"Why? You're the king of New Orleans. What could you need from a little Orginal like me?" I say taking a sip from my drink.

"I have a girl here ..."

I start giggling. "Marcel you have always been a lady's man ..."

"Safiya. This is serious. The girl was being sacrificed by the witch community here in some ritual sacrifice. I saved her but she is still in danger." He pauses for a moment before saying, "Safiya, I know you don't owe me anything but she is only 16. Please."

"I'll grab some of my things and I'll head over the pond, tomorrow," I respond in a somber tone.

"I have a flight scheduled for you and a driver waiting at the airport," He instructs.

"Just have my Lamborghini at the airport waiting for me," I say as head inside. I take the phone away from my face and scream, "Pack my suit, now! I need to leave immediately."

"Ever demanding, Saf," Marcel say on the other side.

"Oh shut up, Marcel," I say as I watch my servants run around like chickens with their heads chopped off. 

"I'll send you the details and see you here," Marcel says. 

Just as I was about to hang up Marcel says, "Thank you, Safiya."

"Of course, Marcel."

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As I pull into the compound, I see multiple people surrounding my car. As I step out, one of them sneer, "Who the hell are you?"

"A friend of Marcel Gerard. Now, where is he?"  

"Sorry, but I don't recognize you and I know all of his friends," Another one says popping out of the crowd in a very stupid hat.

"I was once the queen of this city, I have been alive much longer than you."

"I doubt that, lady!" The first one calls out.

They all start baring their teeth until a very familiar voice calls out, "Call down. I ask for her to be here."

"Marcel. You always have to make an entrance," I say as he appears on the balcony above.

The crowd part as Marcel says, "Everyone this is Safiya. She has been the queen of this city since I was a child."

"Why she here, Marcel?"

"I asked her for help on a private matter. Now she is to be treated with every ounce of respect that I get, understand?"

There as some communal groans. "Understand?" Marcel yells.

They all respond and disperse leaving Marcel and myself mostly alone in the courtyard. 

"Did you not tell anyone I was coming?" I ask as he walks down the stairs.

"I did but I didn't know when you would be here," He says as he opens his arms for a hug.

We hug as I say, "So where is she?"

"Come on, I'll show you," He says breaking away from our hug.

He speeds out of the compound as I follow him. He finally stops at a small church. 

"What are we doing here?"

He smiles before continuing into the church. "Marcel?"

He leads me up the stairs in the back of the church to a small room. He opens the door to reveal a young girl looking out the window. 

He walks in as walk straight into a barrier. "Davina, could you let her in."

"Come in," she says meekly.

I step into the small room as Marcel says, "Davina, this one of my oldest friends, Safiya."

I give her a small smile as he continues, "Safiya this is the girl I called you about."

"Davina it is lovely to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Safiya."

"Ask her here, Davina, to help you settle in. So I'm gonna give you both some space," He says as he exits towards the door. "Call me if you both need anything."

I smile at her as she moves to sit on her bed. "So tell me, who did you come to be in Marcel's care, darling?"

"He saved me from blood sacrifice that the witches were trying to do," The girl responded.

"Are you a witch yourself?" I ask as I sit next to her.

"Yes."

"I don't mean to pry, but could I ask what ritual they were trying to use? I am a vampire but I did study magic for most of my life."

"The Harvest ritual. It's used ..."

"It's okay, darling," I say as I see a tear start to run down her face. "I was here the last time it was performed."

"Then you know whether it actually brings us back to life?" She asks as she looks at me with tears in her eyes. 

"I just know that four girls were chosen and that the witches became more powerful at the end. I didn't see any of the girls before or after, I just know they got more power from it," I say knowing the question she was going to ask.

She wipes her tears as she looked out the window. "Darling is there anything I can do for you?"

She shakes her as I put my arm around. "How has Marcel been treating you?"

"Well enough. He said he was going to get some clothes and art supplies when he brought me."

"I'll help him get everything, just give me a list because I am sure I have better taste than he does," I say trying to get her to smile. "Plus I know a thing or two about art supplies, my brother is an artist himself. Do you paint or draw?"

"Draw."

"Better than my brother, then. I always preferred drawing over painting."

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Suprise. Since I have nothing else to do during quarantine I thought I might great back to writing this story. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.