Master of Reality

The Chain

Damn your love
Damn your lies
Break the silence
Damn the dark
Damn the light
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Klaus POV
I came back to New Orleans my home, to find Lucy and my brother. I heard there were some witches plotting against me so I came to deal with it. I walked in to a bar only to see Kol.

"Kol where is Lucy?" I asked.

He sighed. "Yes it appears I lost her."

"You lost her." I yelled.

Kol shrugged. "Well she was with the wolf whore Haley and they left. Haven't heard from her since." Kol said.

"She's with Haley?" I asked sadly.

Kol nodded then smirked. "Why so glum brother."

I glared at him. "You lost my girlfriend."

"I didn't loose her she left me." Kol stated.

"Well I trusted her with you and for all I know she could be staked in the bayou, along with Haley." I said.

"I'm sure Lucy can protect herself." Kol said. "What brings you here?"

"Witches are said to be plotting against me and of course Lucy." I told him.

Kol smirked. "I know Lucy. She's not the forgiving type." He said walking out of the bar leaving me stand there.

I sighed looking at the stage that is when I noticed my friend Marcel. He jumped off the stage and went over to have a drink with his mates. I smiled at my friend and walked over to him.

"Klaus." Marcel said.

"Marcel." I said back.

"Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa." Marcel said.

"Has it been that long?" I asked.

"The way I recall it, he ran you outta town. Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake." Marcel said to me.

"And yet how fortunate you managed to survive. My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated to dust." I said to him.

It seemed as if half the bar stood up as if they were protecting Marcel.

"Well, if I'd known you were coming back in town, if I had a heads-up--" Marcel started.

"What, Marcel? What would you have done?" I asked him.

"I'd have thrown you a damn parade." Marcel said grinning.

I smiled back before he pulled me into a hug as if we were long lost brothers.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. My mentor, my savior, my sire. Let's get you a drink." Marcel said to me.

Marcel led me into another room. Getting me a drink.

"It is good to see you." He said to me.

"It's good to be home. Although please tell me the current state of Bourbon Street is not your doing." I said back.

Marcel began to laugh. "Something's gotta draw in the out-of-towners, otherwise we'd all go hungry."

I looked at one of Marcel's friends. "I see your friends are daywalkers."

"Yeah, yeah, I shared the secret of your daylight ring with a few buddies. Just the inner circle, though-- the family." He said to me.

"Tell me, how did you find a witch willing to make daylight rings?" I asked.

"I got the witches around here wrapped around my finger." Marcel smirked.

I laughed. "Is that so? I'm looking for a witch by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux. Has some business with me."