Mrs Mikaelson

Chapter 36

When Isa woke in her and Nik's bed, she found herself thinking of the times before Marcel became a vampire, and how they raised him. How he'd developed an affection for Rebekah, his duelling teacher and partner, but Nik had been against it until Isa persuaded him otherwise, something Marcel was forever grateful for. So, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw Rebekah in the French Quarter. Marcel had taken Nik to see how he made his vampire army when he'd spotted her watching from a balcony. Their following conversation had been brief as they both still reeling from seeing each other for the first time in a century. Marcel had guilted Rebekah about leaving him behind, but when the girl had reminded him that Mikael had shown them his body - a fake one, they'd now discovered - Marcel felt appalled by his actions as he twisted the very ring that had been used to identify his corpse. Their conversation had ended soon after that, both of them needing time to process the feelings that were dredged up after a century of burying them. And when Marcel confronted Nik about Rebekah's presence in New Orleans, his eyes widened, saying that she was supposed to be home looking after Isa who wasn't in any shape to protect herself. That was true, but Rebekah just couldn't help herself. Everyone had been saying that Marcel was alive and she just had to see him for herself.
Nik left Marcel after that, going to check on his wife when Marcel got a call about a werewolf sighting, ordering some nightwalkers to go and bring him back its head.

Little did anybody know, that it wasn't a werewolf at all.

Isa, in need of some air and exercise, had trusted her son's words that no harm would come to her and had taken a walk through the Quarter in the night. Katherine had fallen asleep, throughly tired from today's unpacking as well as the aching feeling that came with missing Elijah.

Isa was sitting on a bench, smiling to herself at the thought of her and Nik with Marcel and their baby, their little family. She was contemplating perhaps staying in the city they had once called home to raise their child when a vampire appeared in front of her and she jumped to her feet.

"Dumb move coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me wolf," he said as his eyes vamped out.

"I'm not a wolf. I'm Isa Mikaelson. I'm Marcel's mother," she proclaimed but the vampire sneered at her.

"Nice try, but Marcel's mother is a vampire, and I can smell the wolf in you," he said before he came at her.

Just because Isa trusted her son's words, doesn't mean she was naïve. She whipped out a wooden stake she had hidden in her coat pocket and jabbed it through his neck. She watched as the vampire desiccated as his body fell to the floor and she spun on her heel as she prepared to run back to the plantation house, only to be stopped by two more vampires appearing in her path.

The moonlight illuminated the nerves on her face as Isa took a few steps backward. Her mind was spinning with possible escape plans that would leave her somewhat unscathed when a blonde blur appeared out of nowhere and snapped one's neck before ripping the heart out of the other.

"Now that is no way to treat a pregnant lady," Rebekah said distastefully as she looked down at the fallen vamps. "I do hate bad manners."

She threw the heart to the floor as Isa sighed with relief. "You have the best timing," she said as she whipped out her phone.

"What are you doing?" Rebekah asked. Isa held out a finger in waiting as she brought the phone to her ear.

"Hi, Mom," Marcel said from the other side of the phone.

"Marcellus, can you please explain to me why three vampires tried to attack me in the middle of the night claiming that I was a werewolf?"

"Mom, Mom! I am so sorry. Are you ok? It was bad information, I swear," he pleaded.