Marcel walked into the courtyard at the abattoir. "All right. I'm here. Let's do this." He looked at me. "What did you find out?"
I looked from Tyler to Marcel and Diego. "I'll keep this simple. This kid is an old enemy of your favorite person Klaus. Now, he's got plenty to say about what that traitorous son of a birch has been up to behind our backs. Now, for those of you faint of heart, there's the door. Because those of you who stick around, you're signing up for battle."
There was a confused murmuring across the crowd.
Marcel nodded.
*
"You all know Klaus wasn't always the hybrid," Tyler told us. "When he broke the curse that kept his werewolf side dormant, somewhere in all that, certain parts were now able to trump his vampire side. Like the ability to pass on the werewolf gene. That's where the werewolf girl he's been hiding from you all comes in. She rolled through my town, pretended to be my friend, and ended up hooking up with him. Now she's pregnant with his kid."
"What the hell is this?" Diego asked.
"Just listen," I told him.
"When Klaus became the hybrid, he figured out a way to turn full-bred werewolves into creatures like him," Tyler told us. He raised his hand. "You're looking at one of them. On the plus side, we had all the perks of being vampires. We were stronger, faster, and the toxins in our bites could still kill a vampire. But on the downside, we were loyal to him, like, supernaturally loyal."
"Right, and that's why you're here spilling all his secrets?" Diego asked.
"No," I told him. "That's the point, Diego. He figured out a way to break free of it."
"And I helped the rest of them, too," Tyler told us. "Then Klaus killed them for their betrayal."
The door opened and Rebekah walked in. "Because that is what Klaus does." She closed the door. The crowd was murmuring. "Don't mind me. I'm fascinated by this story. Hello, Tyler."
"Rebekah," Tyler replied. "Long time, no see."
"What Tyler was about to tell you is that my brother can use his baby's blood to sire more hybrids," Rebekah told us. "What you will all figure out is that vampires don't stand a chance. So, Tyler, I assume you were trying to rally this lot into making sure the baby isn't born."
Tyler stood. "Yeah. You don't like it, go ahead and take your brother's side, but you know I'm right."
"I believe you've mistaken the lady's intentions," Marcel told him.
"All right, what's going on?" Diego asked.
"You're absolutely right, Tyler," Rebekah told him. "My brother is a scrap enough individual as it is. The last thing he needs is to sire a superior species." I looked at her in confusion. Rebekah looked at Marcel. "Go on. You can tell them."
"She's not here to fight us," Marcel told us. "She's here to help us."
"That's right, but first..." Rebekah trailed off, rushing up to Tyler, snapping his neck and letting his body fall. She sat down in the chair, propping her feet up on the table. "That is enough talk about harming that baby. Klaus is the one we're putting a stop to."
*
Later, after everyone had been dispersed, Josh pulled up to the abattoir with his tinted windows rolled up as far as they could go with being able to talk without dying from the sunlight.
"What do you got, Josh?" I asked.
"What do I got?" Josh repeated. He looked at Marcel and Rebekah behind me. "Klaus wants me to steal some dagger from you. It's a test, okay? He knows I'm working for you. I'm sure of it."
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Battle (The Originals Fan Fic)
FanfictionNoah Dumaine is an 18 year old boy turned vampire back in the 1800s, when the Mikaelsons were in New Orleans. He was close to Marcel, he never really got along with Elijah or Klaus. Noah has also been Marcel's right hand man when it came to getting...