Elena: The Original Witchpire |Elejah

Bloodletting: Accusing Marcel

Elena, wearing a one sided red long sleeve crop top, black jeans, and ankle high boots, watched from the shadows, along with Klaus and Elijah, in disgust at what Marcel was doing. He was making his Nightwalkers fight so that they had a chance of getting a Daylight Ring. 

Turning to look at Klaus from her spot on the opposite side of the Abattoir, she raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked back at her before Vamp-Sped away and then Elena heard a Vampire's neck being snapped and the crowd became silent. Turning back to said crowd, Elena shook her head with a smirk and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Elijah looking at her, a small smirk playing on his face.

"Good evening."Klaus greeted Marcel, but his tone was void of any emotion except coldness."I'd like a word."

"What do you think you're doing?"Marcel asked, his tone just as cold.

"Now, now, Marcel,"Elena said, stepping out of the shadows and Marcel, unnoticed by everyone else but Elijah, Elena, and Klaus, tensed."is that any way to speak to your own Sire and Adoptive Father?"Marcel visibly grimaced and Elena's smirk widened.

"I'll ask again; What do you think you're doing?"Marcel demanded to know as he glanced between Elena and Klaus.

"It appears"The Nightwalkers, who were crowding Elijah, made a path for Elijah and watched him warily as he walked through."that we've interupted a collection of filthy amateurs."Elijah came to stand in between Klaus and Elena, putting a hand on the small of Elena's back."We've come here for the girl. Give her to us or..."Elijah trailed off, looking around.

"Or we'll kill you and everyone here, Marcel."Elena hissed, glaring up at the three hundred year old Vampire."And we'll start with you. Maybe a snapped neck, a little bit of torture here and there, Klaus might even throw in a little bit of Wolf Venom, and so on and on."Elena said, shrugging.

"You three got a lot of nerve coming into my Home and making demands and threats."Marcel smiled in fase politeness.

"You're Home, is it?"Klaus asked questionably.

He would have gone on if Elijah hadn't had spoken up;"The girl."Elijah bellowed."I will not ask again."

"I assume you're talking about Hayley?"Elena tensed and felt her fangs poking out slightly and the black veins appeared under her eyes for a second before disappearing."Yay high, dark hair, bitchy attitude, although not as bitchy as Elena's."Elijah's eyes darkened and Klaus inwardly winced. If they weren't so concerned about Hayley at the moment, Elijah might have gone through with Elena's threats, even going so far as to force him to Marcel, just for that comment. Nobody insulted Elijah's Mate and got away with it."Who is she, anyway?"Marcel asked curiously.

"She's an old friend."Klaus snarled, only slightly lying. Hayley was a friend. Elena's friend. But she wasn't an old friend if you compared her's and Elena's friendship to Elena's and Caroline's friendship."You know how sentimental I am about old friends."Klaus smiled cheekily.

"And she's my distant relative."Marcel's attention turned to Elena."My only living relative, actually."Elena lied."So I ask, Marcel, and this is me being nice, return her to us or die."

"Well, I ain't got her,"Elena opened her mouth."and before you start whining,"Elena shut her mouth, her eyes dark in rage."I did pay her a little visit last night. I was feeling nostalgic. So I took a trip out to the Plantation where I used to be a Slave, and imagine my surprise when I realised that the Original Family of Vampires had taken up residence."Elijah removed his hand from Elena's back and crossed his arms while licking his dry lips."Your girl, Hayley, answered the door. We exchanged hellos. That was it."Elena tilted her head to the side, looking for a sign in Marcel's eyes that told her that she was being lied to but found none."You don't believe me, look around."Marcel said at the look on Klaus' face."Hell, I'll even help you find her, but the question I'd ask is, if Hayley isn't here, then where is she?"Marcel asked curiously.