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"It's ironic, isn't it? How hope keeps us breathing just to kill us at the end."
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"My siblings and I are the first vampires in history, the Originals. 300 years ago, we helped build New Orleans. In our absence, a new king arose. Now I've returned and taken his kingdom as my own. I had hope this would bring our family together. I was wrong."
French Quarter, The Abattoir Yard
A dinner table is set up in the yard and Marcel's closest people are gathered around it. Klaus calls for everyone's attention to give a speech by tapping his cup with a fork. "Let us begin with a toast to our shared gift: immortality. After a thousand years, one might expect life to be less keenly felt, for its beauties and its sorrows do diminish with time. But, as vampires, we feel more deeply than humans could possibly imagine." Klaus gestures toward a group of waiters and waitresses to have them join them at the table, one for each guest.
"Insatiable need, exquisite pain.." The servants slit their wrists with knives, filling the cups with blood for the vampires. "Our victories, and our defeats." The Original hybird glances at the self claims king.
"To my city, my home again. May the blood never cease to flow." Klaus' voice booms in. "and the party never end!" Marcel joins in.
Diego raises his glass "To New Orleans."
"To New Orleans!"
"New Orleans." Everyone cheers, and they all drink.
"I understand that some of you may have questions regarding the recent change in leadership, and I invited you here tonight to assure you that you are not defeated. No, my intentions moving forward are to celebrate what we have. What Marcel, in fact, took and built for this true community of vampires."
"What about her?" Diego interrupts pointing towards Hayley. "The wolf."
"Had you'd let me finish, Diego, you would know that there is, of course, one further matter I would like to address." He walks over to the other end of the table where Hayley sits. "As many of you know, the girl is carrying my child. Consequently, I trust you will all pay her the appropriate respect. However, I understand that some of you are concerned by this vicious rumor that I intend to use the blood of our child to create hybrids. I assure you I do not."
Hayley smirks sarcastically "Father of the year."
"It appears I will have to earn your trust. Very well, we'll eliminate the root of your anxiety. You see, how I can I sire any hybrids if there are no more werewolves alive in the bayou to turn?"
