Elexia Their Story - Book 2

10 - Its been Too Long.

Marcel's Penthouse

MARCEL: Very nice.
ALISTAIR: I took that from a sultan. It is a blade meant for a king. Given in gratitude for your generosity.
MARCEL: Alistair, I like your style. Now, allow me to return the favor. 70-year-old Scotch, in honor of your native Scottish Highlands. To be enjoyed along with our feast.
ALISTAIR: Now, that that is a kind gesture. Though I don't believe one can be free if one's oppressor still lives. Niklaus turned me and then he compelled me to slaughter my entire estate, including my wife and my child. All so that I could serve as a distraction to lure away his vile father. I spent a century hiding in the shadows. Where is my justice? Hmm? Now, five years ago, you made him suffer. And you tell us that he suffers still, and yet we have no proof. And now the only thing that prevents him from returning to wreak untold havoc is your word.
MARCEL: I have him right where I want him. He's not going anywhere.
ALISTAIR: Then I want to see his suffering with my own eyes. And perhaps procure just a drop of his blood. If only to test a theory. See, we've known for some time that Elijah Mikaelson somehow still lives. My witch advisors suggest that his life is linked to some powerful, immortal force. Now, I believe that to be Klaus himself.
MARCEL: Well, that's an interesting theory.
ALISTAIR: Klaus' blood will allow us to confirm that link. And, if true well, surely that would be cause to kill him and eradicate his abominable family as well. You kill Klaus, it will ease the minds of all of your brethren. Refuse, it will prove you to be a sympathizer.
MARCEL: Well, I don't know about a sympathizer. But I do know that I don't take ultimatums.
ALISTAIR: You know, it's bad form to deny your guests. It could sour their mood. And it would be an awful, awful shame if I or any of my followers were to go into your city with a soured mood. A bloody awful shame, indeed.
MARCEL: Well, now, Alistair I never meant to be rude. How about we settle this tonight? The Mikaelson compound. Midnight.
Bar - Austin, Texas

KEELIN: All right, ladies, do not slow down on me. Cheers. [They down their shots] Ooh! I'm getting the next round. Just take a sec, pull yourselves together. [She goes to the bartender.] Another round, please. Thanks.
HAYLEY: You look like you're having fun. What's the occasion? I just finished my residency, which makes me an official ER doctor.
HAYLEY: Congratulations.
KEELIN: Thanks.
HAYLEY: Does it help with the guilt, given what you are?
KEELIN: What did you say?
HAYLEY: Keelin, you need to listen to me.
KEELIN: How do you know my name?
HAYLEY: Got it from a friend. She said your grandma's maiden name was Malraux.
KEELIN: (she scoffs) You better back off. Right now. [Keelin flashes her yellow wolf eyes.]
HAYLEY: I wish I could. [Hayley flashes her eyes in kind.] I need a favor. Five minutes. Outside. I can explain.
Marcel's Penthouse

[Alistair is leaving the gathering that Marcel threw for him. His phone vibrates with a new message; it reads: "We found the girl. And Hayley Marshall."].

KLAUS: Marcellus. Can I assume your soiree for Alistair was a raging success?
MARCEL: Alistair doesn't give a damn about having his ego stroked. He used the party for the audience, so he could throw down a challenge. Or is that what you intended?
KLAUS: How difficult to be king. An outsider has the gall to question your rule and you have no one to offer counsel.
MRCEL: You think I don't know. The day after I bit Elijah he should have died. But his sire line is still out there. So I had Vincent cast a spell to figure out how that could be. It turns out the lines of your siblings are anchored to you. Now, I don't give a damn about the others, but I'm not gonna let anything happen to Rebekah.
KLAUS: Lucky for me, my sister still holds your fancy. You may have no choice but to kill poor Alistair. Ah, well, heavy head, heavy crown, etcetera, etcetera.
MARCEL: If I kill Alistair, his theory gains traction. The vampires turn against me. They storm the city. And if they find you, all they need is a drop of your blood, and then their witches can track your family. Even Hope. But, hey, I guess that's my problem, right? Marcel.
KLAUS: You don't know Alistair. To defeat him, you need me.
MARCEL: (he scoffs) You're offering me a deal?
KLAUS: One you cannot dismiss. Alistair and his ilk loathed me because of my strength. Now they loathe you. Creatures such as they respect only one language, and I speak it fluently. Release me, and I will lay waste to the lot of them.
Old Warehouse