Simple Secrets || N. Mikaelson

~25~

The girl above is Nole Monroe, played by Aja Naomi King

Klaus's POV at first - later Talia's 

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Loud music, cheap booze and laughter filled the air as a pissed off Hybrid walked into the previously-named Mikaelson Compound, now it was Marcel Gerard's Castle. 

His eyes raked over the dancing vampires, searching for one in particular. The self-proclaimed King of New Orleans. 

A voice came from above and his gaze turned upwards to the dark-skinned man leaning confidently against the rails. "Ladies, gentlemen, welcome to fight night!" 

Whoops, cheers and applause came from the crowd but Marcel's voice silenced them again. 

"The first rule of fight night is, the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle and one of these--" he held up his right hand, showing off the silver ring, "a daylight ring." More cheers and calls of demands. 

Klaus looked around in disgust at the sight, an eye roll showing up on his face. Marcel's tactics were intelligent but chaotic, and almost animalistic.

"If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face." 

The applause was deafening and the Hybrid vamped out of there, needing a more dramatic entrance to interrupt Marcel's little night of dramatics. 

Hayley and Talia were missing and the Mikaelson was absolutely furious. 

The Hybrid paced outside for a moment, his advanced hearing picking up the sounds of fighting and laughter within. He'd need the perfect entrance. 

He heard cheering and then vamped in again, snapping the victorious vampire's neck, instantly silencing the crowd. 

The nightwalkers were staring at Klaus is shock and fury, but Marcel just looked annoyed. "Good evening, I'd like a word."

Marcel's face twisted into a glare, dark eyes fixated on the Hybrid. "What do you think you're doing?" 

Elijah weaved his way through the crowd as his younger brother lazily kicked away the body of the victorious vampire. "It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs. We've come here for the girls. Give them to us, or . . . we will kill everyone here. Starting with you." Elijah's hands moved, motioning to the group as Klaus smirked sadistically. 

On the inside, however, he was in great turmoil. His soulmate kidnapped once again along with the mother of his child. A coincidence? He didn't believe in coincidences. 

"You two got a lot of nerve coming into my home and making demands." Marcel's hands were placed a good five feet away from each other, his body leaning forward against his arms, muscles taut in his biceps. It was clear he was angry, but he also appeared slightly amused. 

Klaus couldn't stop himself as he rose his eyebrows, red lips pressing together into a wider smirk. "Your home is it?" 

"The girls!" Elijah interrupted, putting their focus back on track. "I will not ask again."

Marcel seemed to twitch slightly on the word 'girls'. Something unreadable crossed his face but Klaus could've sworn it was concern. "I'll assume you're talking about Hayley-- yay high," he held up his hand, "dark hair, bitchy attitude. Who is she, anyway?" 

Marcel didn't ask about the second girl, but Klaus almost shouted her name. He would've shouted her name off rooftops, screaming just for his best friend to be safe. Talia Monroe was not someone that should be messed with. She was family. She was a Mikaelson and she was his.