The Big Bad: A Love to Conquer the Ages

🗝Chapter Two🗝

New Orleans, a city were the party never ends, and the danger never ceases. Vampires feed on locals, and tourists alike, witches preform--could perform magic, and the werewolves are so deep in the bayou, no one has seen them for decades. New Orleans used to be the place to be, but now its become increasingly more dangerous with Marcels claim to power.
Hayley and I made our way down the stairs at the sound of an approaching car, standing at the top of the stairs when a blonde bombshell struts through the doors. An infamous bombshell by the name of Rebekah.
"Who the hell are you?" Hayley asks, a fire poker securely in her grasps.
"Ahh. You must be the maid. My bags are in the car. Get them, will you?"
"Hello. Not the maid," Hayley greets, holding the fire poker in a less threatening fashion.
"Also not the maid, just so you know," I pipe in, standing besides Hayley.
I couldn't think of anything better to say. I was literally standing before the Rebekah Mikaelson. A woman I have idolized and watched grow up before my very eyes. A woman I have spent years wish I could meet. And her she was, in all her glory.
"Right. You're that werewolf girl and human my brother Klaus knocked up," she realized. "I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural miracle baby bump," she added. "Guess you aren't showing yet. Hayley, and Vivian, isn't it?"
"You have your brothers manners," Hayley sighed irritably.
"And his temper too, so watch it," the original threatened.
"Can't we all just get along and kumbaya?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair.
"Where's Elijah?" Rebekah asks, smiling shortly at my comment.
"Beats me. He's long gone," Hayley sighed.
"What do you mean long gone?" Rebekah asked urgently.
"Well, one minute he was here, making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into," she scratched her head sheepishly, "he was all poetic about how we're family and then Klaus told me he bailed," she explained. "Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire."
Rebekah fumes. "Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises, which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like," she reasons. "Klaus," she yelled, heading into the room to the right of us, "get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!" She called.
"Enough, with all the shouting," Klaus said, entering through a pair of double doors. "Little sister. I should have known. I assume the 6 dead vampires were your doing?"
"They were very rude," she said with a straight face. "Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the quarter. So sorry. Where they friends of yours? Oh, that's right. You don't have any friends."
"I do have friends," Klaus said a little defensively. "I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you?" He asked with a faux smile. "Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the king of the quarter now. And he has these rules about killing vampires. It will be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you."
"I don't care about Marcel, or his rules," she snaps back. "Elijah doesn't welsh on deals. What did you do to him?" She asked her brother.
Klaus shrugs. "Perhaps he's on holiday or taking a long autumn nap upstairs," he smiled, looking up, and pointing towards the second floor. "Well go on, take a look around."
Rebekah rolled her eyes, stomping off in the opposite direction.
"You remember this house, as well as I," he said, turning to his sister.
Rebekah looked back at him. "I remember everything." She said, throwing open the doors. "I remember how the drunk fool of a governor hid away all our vampire sins in exchange for gold. I remember the lavish parties the governor threw as if to impress you. I remember finding a moment of affection with governors son, Emil... And I remember that even Elijah was happy."
"Well, he wasn't good enough for you," Nikaus said, dropping down on the seat in the foyer, having moved during Rebekah's remembrance of the past.
I remember that time, they truly were happy, happiest I'd ever seen them. Watching Klaus kill Emil broke my heart, though they'd never know that.
"No one was ever been good enough for me, Nik," She said, crossing her arms. "You made sure of that. Now where's Elijah?
Before he got the chance to answer, his phone vibrated, and he walked off, ignoring his sister.
"Where are you going?" Rebekah demanded.
"It appears the night is not quiet over yet," he answered, turning towards his sister. "I'm off for another drink with Marcel.
"Elijah told me your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together."
"I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together, is they drink, and when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches, in the quarter, and I aim to uncover the how so I might take it myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today," he reaches the door. "Oh. And welcome home, little sister.
Rebekah turned towards the stairs, staring at Hayley who sat at the top of the stairs. "You, wolf girl," she turned to me, Hayley shooting up. "Vivian, I'm gonna search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You're helping."
As we made our way down the stairs, Rebekah began a monologue. "The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite."
It was dark, and sank, cobwebs hung from ever corner, and ledge. Rebekah, and Hayley carried a flashlight, lighting the dark cellar as we made way through it.
As we reached our final destination, the blonde original flashed her light over several dust covered coffins. I knew all about these polished wooded boxes, but Hayley didn't, and was slightly disturbed by the notion.
"You think klaus killed him," Hayley said, looking over at the Original.
"We can't be killed, silly girl, but that doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box until he decides to pull the dagger out.that must be what he's done to Elijah." She pointed the light at the coffin closest to us. "This one's mine."
"He keeps your coffin on standby," Hayley asked in disbelief.
"He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably fail him," she turned back towards the coffins. "Elijah's isn't here. He must have stashed him elsewhere."
"I feel sick," Hayley said, holding her stomach.
"I find it completely expected," I sighed, running my hand over one of the dust covered coffins.
"Welcome to the family, love. You should have run the second you realized Elijah was gone. Both of tou," she added.
"Yeah. Well the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I'm carrying this baby, I cant leave new Orleans. Neither of us can, if we do, they kill us." she looked over to me, and I just shrugged my shoulders.
"The price one must pay for sleeping with a notorious psychopath," I tried to lighten the mood.
"Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tums," she said, looking between the both of us. "I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being staggered in a box for decades sucks," she looked down at the coffins. "Trust me. You best find a way to break that hex and run."
She strutted right past us, leaving Hayley with a lot to think over. And myself with an amused smile.