The Originals (IC thread. Open. Check the OOC to join)

[Stalzyn]

I have no intention of re-writing the series. I'll just be an Elijah Mikaelson coming to New Orleans in search of my brother. In the original Originals series, Elijah learnt about Hayley and her baby from Sophie Devaraux. Whom she saved frome the vampires.
Here i (Elijah) am going to learn about it from the witches when Hayley was trying to escape from them.
I'm playing it my own way and in my own style but i won't do anything the real Elijah wouldn't.
That's how i expect everyone to play.

 

[Stalzyn]

Elijah Mikaelson: Intro

"August 1359. I have a noticed a difference in my siblings. Our bond strain beneath the pressure of our life as vampires. Each day removes them further from the humanity we once possessed. My sweet sister, Rebekah, has grow quite indifferent to brutality. However, the true problem remains my brother, Niklaus. He continues to hide his lonliness with cruelty. Still, i cling to the hope that i, as their eldest brother, can lead them down the correct path, a path charged with the power of a family."

 

[Stalzyn]

After telling Rebekah that their brother has gone to New Orleans to find out who is plotting against him. Elijah then decided to head to New Orleans to find out who is plotting against his brother and tells Rebekah, that he'll either stop them or help them.
"Depending on my mood."
*****
He stood at the city's entrance. At the big sign that they have placed centuries ago that read 'New Orleans'. Looking at the city, he couldn't help but flashback to the time when his family once governed the city. Ofcourse, the witches and werewolves were a contender then but...the city was theirs, all was well, until...he shook his head, unwilling to remember that last bit.
As he walked the street, he took in the fresh Louisianian air. Looking at the open shops, the bulbs lightening the street from almost all buildings. The busy passerbys. He smiled. Night was day in New Orleans.
As he got closer to the French Quaters, he could spot the difference. It was quiet...and then footfalls. Someone was running, being chased.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Rebekah Mikaelson

"Stupid boys..." She muttered to herself as she listened for a familiar voice to answer the phone. "Pick up Elijah..." Sighing she tossed the phone into the passengers seat. New Orleans held tragic memories for her family but Rebekah felt the impact was greatest on her. It was her fault after all...but none of that mattered now. She was going to go, make sure her brothers hadn't killed each other, and leave. Her plan seemed simple enough.

 

[Stalzyn]

Marcel Gerad

Marcel stood at the platform up the stairs, his hand held the railings. He was listening intently to Thierry Vanchure play the violin. The music man as he was called, was turned by Marcel during world war II. He was a soldier admitted to a VA hospital, now he's a soldier working for the king of the French Quaters.
A smile crossed his dark skinned face at the thought of that title. King of the French Quaters, he had come a long way.
Marcel's mind is brought to the present, he had killed Jane-Anne Deveraux at the corner of Royal street and St. Anne, he'll have to hold her body as a leverage against the witches.
At the end of the melodious tone, Marcel along with his inner circle clapped and cheered the war veteran.
"Music man...that thing is like a second hand to you now." Deigo a dark skinned afro haired guy commented Thierry.
"Just wait till you hear this next one" Thierry said, readying for another round.
Smiling Marcel turned from them, he had somewhere to be, someone he must see - Davina Claire

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Davina Claire

Pacing nervously she did her best to calm her nerves. Davina had sensed one of the witches doing some sort of magic and Marcel had rushed off to go take care of things, to keep her safe. Ever since he had saved her life, from the people she had once called family, he had been good to her. Giving her a place to hide, making sure they couldn't find her, making sure they couldn't hurt her. He was like family to her now and it hurt her to think that something could have happened to him, and it would be all her fault.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Klaus had been in New Orleans for almost a day already but he'd spent his time simply wandering around, primarily Bourbon Street. He had to admit the place brought back lot of memories and most of them fond. Though. . .well his exit from the city he had helped build wasn't a pleasant memory.

The way that conflicted had ended in Mystic Falls not long ago was a more than satisfying consolation prize if one that had taken far too long to come full circle.

Someone down here was plotting something against him. That was the reason he'd come, or at least that was the story he was trying to convince himself of. A nagging voice in the back of his mind kept asking if he was sure he wasn't worried that kept asking if he was running to New Orleans or running away from Mystic Falls. The incredibly clever Salvatore brothers, resourceful Bonnie, brilliant Katherine all trying to cure him of immortality. . .oh and Silas.

"Klaus Mikaelson does not run from anything or anybody." Klaus said to nobody in particular as he walked the streets. Except that time you left America for Europe. And New Orleans. And Detroit. The cities and countries kept playing through his head like a loop forcing him to pause wondering if that damned Silas had followed him.

Once it stopped he decided that the best thing he could do was get to work finding out who was plotting against him. If someone even is. To that end he looked around for a moment until he found a vampire and in a blur of speed snatched him off the street and slammed him against a wall compelling him. "Who's in charge here?"

"Marcel."

That was a name that Klaus hadn't expected to ever hear again. He'd been certain that Mikael had slain him all those decades ago. It warmed his heart to know his favorite progeny was still alive. "Where might I find Marcel?"

Armed with the knew information Klaus started towards the manor Marcel used as his court.

 

[Stalzyn]

Turning the key, Marcel entered the somewhat large room. He eyes immediately fell on the beauty in the room. He hated to lock her up, to keep her in this room, in this church, but it was for her own good.
"i'm sorry i took so long..." he said walking, and smiled on seeing her working on the canvas. He had bought it for her to help keep her mind off the events that were unfolding.
"i needed to keep the body in a place it can't be found...so..um" he clapped his hands,
"you...you're painting" as much as he wanted to ask if anybody came up the stairs...or if she heard anything while he was away, he really didn't want her scared. So he decided to be friendly first, get interested in her life. He couldn't deny it anyway, he felt something for her.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Davina Claire

"Not like there's much else to do." She said as she stepped away from the painting crossing her arms as she looked up at him "So what were they doing? They haven't figured out I'm here, have they?" She asked trying to hide the concern in her voice. "You really shouldn't be killing them you know. They'll just get angry...They could still hurt you..."

 

[Stalzyn]

He scoffed at that last part. Hurt him...in their current state? Not possible. He noted the concern clearly displayed in her voice though, and surprisingly was warmed by it.
"Don't worry yourself about me Davina, i'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. What you should be concerned about is how to enjoy yourself here." he smiled and walked up to her...he stood inches behind her and gazed on the canvas she was working on, the painting on it was something he couldn't define. Either because it wasn't finished yet or because of the soft sweet scent from her hair. Vampires are cursed with high senses.
"so that's a..." he asked partly to take her mind off the witches and partly out of curiousity.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Davina shrugged "I...I don't know." She said staring at it trying to find the answer herself. "You didn't answer MY question... They haven't found me, right?" She asked again turning to face him "I want to know if I'm in danger." Walking away from him she went to stand by her dresser, fiddling with a few trinkets sitting on top. "I want to know what's going on out there..."

 

[Stalzyn]

Marcel Gerad

"You are not in danger Davina, as long as you stay here, you'll be fine. The witches can't track you here, they can't make a tracking spell either because i have banned magic. They are not a threat as long as you are with me, so don't worry about them."
His cell rang, he hesitated in picking it, not wanting to be disturbed when with her. He glanced at the caller id and frowned. The person he particularly told the words, 'keep whatever matters that might arise till i get back. Don't call, unless its extremely important'
"what is it Thierry?"
"There is a man here, a vampire. He demanded entrance and we refused, out of anger he killed Mark. He claimed that he knew you."
"what's his name?" Marcel asked narrowing his list of vampires he knew.
"he refused to tell us."
"alright, i'm on my way" before he could hang up, Thierry informed, "his speed, i have never seen anything like it. From the way he moved, he's old Marcel, very old."
"i'm on my way." he repeated.
He hung up and turned her, "something came up, i..."

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Davina Claire

"It sounded important, you should go..." She said sitting on her bed "Sounds like they really need you out there. I'll be fine Marcel... Really go... It's not like I'm going anywhere." Looking at the door she thought about the outside world, trying to remember what it was like. It had been eight months since she was first hidden away up here, she imagined things had changed. "Just try not to get hurt." She said waiting for him to leave.

 

[Stalzyn]

"Nothing will happen to me Davina...i know i said i was gonna spend the day here, you know with you...but now this...and um...i'm sorry...and i...i'll make it up to you." he stuttered.
She nodded, indicating that she was alright with it, something he still wouldn't accept. He walked to the door, opened it and stopped,
"so can i...um get you anything?"

 

[Stalzyn]

Marcel Gerad

"Nothing will happen to me Davina...i know i said i was gonna spend the day here, you know with you...but now this...and um...i'm sorry...and i...i'll make it up to you." he stuttered.
She nodded, indicating that she was alright with it, something he still wouldn't accept. He walked to the door, opened it and stopped,
"so can i...um get you anything?"

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Davina Claire

Shaking her head no she looked over at her painting "All I really want is to get out of here. Someday..." She sighed as he left. Once again she was alone. Getting up she moved back to her painting. Whatever it was that she had created wasn't anything she recognized. Moving it aside she grabbed a blank canvas and began something new.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Rebekah Mikaelson

Getting out of her car she looked around, recognizing the familiar streets. It may have been a hundred years since the last time she stepped foot here but it still felt the same. It was like it had just happened, but she didn't have time to worry about that now. She was here for a reason and the sooner Rebekah found her brothers the better.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I don't like being delayed." Klaus said doing his best to be civil. "Where is this Marcel King that I've been hearing so much about?"

 

[Omegawolfen]

Camille

"So, what brings you to the Big Easy?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

Klaus turned and smiled. "Business. What keeps you here?"

 

[Stalzyn]

Marcel walked into the little bar that served as a front to his manor. It was a camouflage to what was actually happening inside the inner building. His roamed the busy bar and settled on a man on grey slacks and black leather jacket. A man that he had always wanted alive but never wanted to see again. His old mentor and adopted father, Niklaus.
"what do we have here?" Marcel threw his arms wide open as he drew closer to Klaus.
Standing up, the Original embraced the dark skinned man like he was a lost son - which he was.
"Welcome back Klaus..." Marcel said sincerly.
"You two know each other?" Camille asked.
"Know each other? He's more than a brother to me." he replied her, happy that she isn't part of the supernatural world.

 

[Omegawolfen]

Hayley Marshall

"Who the hell are you?" Hayley asked of the guy with the Witch Sophie Devereux. He was staring intensely at her.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Klaus smiled at Marcel. "Yes, my brother." He reached out and embraced Marcel. "It's good to see you and you've got this place wrapped up from what I can tell." He smiled again. "It's a lovely night to get a bite to drink mate, and once we've got that out of the way perhaps you can tell me what's been going on in your little stretch of paradise, see word reached me that someone down here is plotting against me. Stupid I know but not the sort of thing one just ignores. Not right now."

 

[Stalzyn]

"someone's plotting against you?" he asked not believing that was the real reason why he came back to The Quaters. "that person must be tired of living to dare the mighty Klaus. Come lets have a drink inside...we have a lot of catching up to do."

After waving bye to the beautiful blonde, Marcel led Klaus into the inner building...moments later they are seen on the outside platform upstairs. Klaus placed his hands on the rail as he took in the view of the city...Marcel stood behind him, his eyes also on the beautiful scene.
"its one of the places that i can find solitude and get a clear mind." he said walking closer to Klaus. He gripped the railing and stared at the street below.
"my home is your home, you're free to stay here as much as you want."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"You know that's exactly what I was thinking." Klaus replied. "I wondered who could be so weary of life that they would dare upset me." And then I remembered the last couple of years in Mystic Falls. There are lots of people weary of life and they just won't fucking die. He thought furrowing his brow. Of course that wasn't information that Marcel needed to know just yet, for now they could keep it simple. "So I take it you haven't heard anything?"

Klaus allowed Marcel to lead him to the upper floor. The view was truly spectacular. It was easy to see why Marcel would come here. "Thank you friend." He turned partially towards Marcel. So many questions were flooding his mind at the moment. How had he survived Mikael? Why had he never tried to contact him in the years gone by. In the end he pushed those away. There would be time to ask all of those and more later.

"Elijah is probably around here somewhere." Klaus turned around carefully gauging Marcel's reaction to his next comment. "Oh, and dearest Rebecca will probably be joining us as well if she's not already here. Cole and Finn. . .Mikael got them." That wasn't true at all of course. That brat Jeremy Gilbert had gotten Kol and some combination of those brats had gotten Finn but there was no need for Marcel to know that yet.

As much as much as Klaus wanted to trust his friend he hadn't gotten this far, especially the last few years by being sloppy.