𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗥, 𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

Chapter seven

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Klaus is standing in front of the bar, phoning Rebekah with Fenrir close behind.

"What's the matter Rebekah? You cross that I'm out with your ex?" Klaus taunted with a smirk on his face.

"What is all that dreadful hillbilly ruckus in the background?"

"Oh, that's just Fenrir." Klaus smirked at the god. Fenrir sent the hybrid a flying kiss, making the man blush. "A-according to the dreadful signage, it's Big Auggie's Bayou Bar." The hybrid stammered over his words

"Well, order up a few rounds of moonshine and steer clear of the dead witches for a few. The witch is on a burial mission, your baby mama is on a spirit quest, and I'm keeping Elijah's promise to keep her safe, so stall, please?" Rebekah hangs up the phone. Klaus, now angry and annoyed, enters the bar

"Everything okay?" Marcel asked the hybrid.

"Oh, just the usual. Temperamental sister. So, where's your informant?" Klaus asked taking a seat. Fenrir sighs and takes a seat on the other side of the hybrid.

"Tomas? He's out sniffin' around. Grab a drink, and then we'll chase him down." Marcel explains

"Well, I suppose it will give us a chance to talk things over, like why you haven't returned Elijah. Maybe your young witch has grown partial to his company. She must get so bored."

"You never stop, do you?" Marcel asked.

"You never answer, do you?" Klaus mimicked the vampire.

"Why're you so curious about Davina?" Marcel asked wanting the know the hybrids true intentions for Davina.

"If I had a 16-year-old, all-powerful witch at my beck and call, you would wonder about her, too." Klaus smirked.

"You're never gonna get her." Marcel told the original, Fenrir chuckled finding that the vampire didn't know that Davina was talking to an original at the moment, probably.

Klaus held his hands up in a mocking surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll ask the harmless questions, then. How did you meet her?"

Marcel laughs. "That might surprise you. This was eight months ago, before I banned the witches from using magic. Relations between vampires and witches weren't what you'd you call friendly, by any means, but let's just say we were a little less... divided. In fact, some of us were getting along just fine."

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FLASHBACK

Sophie Deveraux and Marcel are taking a shower together, making out with each other and presumably having sex. Afterward, Marcel lies in his bed, while Sophie dries herself off beside him
"Ugh, it's so screwed up, I'm dealing with whacked-out, militant witches." She complains to the man beside her.

Marcel smiled. "Hey, you witches all got a little crazy in you."

"And my sister has really gone off the deep-end this time." Sophie sighs thinking about how fucked up her sister is for wanting to do the ritual.

"Jane-Anne's got martyr written all over her, that's for sure." Marcel agrees with the witch, think what her coven what's to do isn't right.

"They've got every 16-year-old girl in our coven dying to be one of the four chosen for this crazy-ass ritual." The woman rants.

"Anything I can do to help?" Marcel asked.

"No, you've caused enough trouble with them." Sophie denies his help thinking of the problems it would cause.