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"The city of New Orleans...people of all stripes and flavors from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are just looking for fun... some are looking for something a little darker, more dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and we give it to them.
Diego, one of Marcel's vampires, shows a flyer to two tourists, a man and a woman. The flyer is headed by w large monogrammed 'M' beneath which reads: "ABATTOIR WHERE THE PARTY NEVER ENDS." They enter the party and get their hands stamped with the same 'M' monogram as the flyer.
Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and it's time to feed."
Marcel leads Klaus around a balcony overlooking the party. They watch as Marcel's vampires feed ravenously on the humans, who scream in terror.
"This is how I keep my guys happy." Marcel said. Klaus formed a grin on his face, as he watched the vampires feeding themselves enjoying the blood lust. The night of hunger, and pleasure.
"The occasional all you can eat buffet. My night walkers love it. Got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings. They deserve to blow off a little steam. My Daywalkers, the trusted few? They just like to party."
Klaus glanced at the written statue "M" "It's quite an operation. Tell me what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig." Klaus asked him.
"Can't kill em all. Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal 'em with a little vamp blood.." The original stares at the vampires who hold a plastic cup filled with their fresh blood compelling the human to drink willingly.
"Erase their memory and send them away. No muss, no fuss." Marcel says.
"I'm impressed." Klaus smirked.
"Nothin' I didn't learn from you, back in the day." Marcel admitted.
"Marcel." Thierry called approaching them.
"What's up Thierry?" Marcel greeted, Klaus watches over them.
"Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Nightwalkers no one saw who." Thierry uttered. Marcel sighs, a confused look on his face. Klaus stands still, not joining their conversation.
At the same time The blonde original sister entered the Mikaelson Mansion closing the door behind her. Hayley Marshall heard someone was entering the house and she didn't know who. She walked carefully carrying a iron wield downstairs.
She approach the original slowly, her eyes examining the woman. "Who the hell are you?"
Rebekah turn her head. "Ah, you must be the maid." She says.
"My bags are in the car. Get them, will you?" Rebekah ordered.
"Hello. Not the maid." Hayley sassed, walking closer to her.
