Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

IV - The Frenzy

Hi.

So. I'm bored.

So I updated. :3

Enjoy!

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Chapter Four

It had been a nice day. Diego was a great tour guide. He showed me around, and introduced me to a few more of Marcel's friends.

We stayed out of the cauldron, Diego was worried that the witches might try to start something. Although, I had heard that it was often the vampires who started trouble, but I didn't say anything.

Unlike myself, Diego had been in the city for almost all of his immortal life. He had been through the damage, and he had seen the city change. I was a little disappointed in myself. New Orleans was my most favourite place in the world, and yet, I wasn't here when it was knocked down. I wasn't here to build it back up again.

The quarter had changed a lot since I was last here. Jackson Square was now fenced in, but was even more beautiful than before. St. Louis Cathedral had been renovated just before the Pope had come to make it look more presentable and appealing for his presence. Some of the buildings that I would have recognized were now torn down, as they had been damaged by hurricane Katrina. Like I said, many changes.

When we got back, I changed from a T-shirt and blue skinny jeans to a burgundy v-neck tanktop and a pair of ripped black jeans instead. I left the makeup behind. I don't even know why I have makeup with me. It was probably Rebekah's doing. She had always been trying to make me more girly. Hell, I never even wore the stuff. Pretty much all of the makeup that I had ever gotten as gifts or anything like that always ended up with Rebekah. I preferred to improve my appearance with clothes instead of makeup.

I walked down the steps of the compound and took my seat across from Diego and beside Marcel, who sat at the end of the table, and Thierry, who was beside me.

Marcel smiled at me, then stood up and stared at his "inner circle" of friends, as he put it. "Tonight, we toast to my closest friend on this earth, who was also my saviour. I wouldn't be here without her." He grinned, staring down at me with a grateful look in his eyes. "To Roseia Sothaide."

Everyone raised their glasses, and I clinked mine with Marcel, then Thierry, and then Diego.

I sipped at the blood silently, and yet slightly nervously. Diego's eyes were lingering on me, and I wasn't sure why.

We finished dinner soon after, and as I was getting up, Diego came up beside me. "Thierry and I are gonna help the nightwalkers hand out the posters for the frenzy. Wanna help?"

I smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

He handed me part of the thick stack of papers he had been holding, then led me out of the compound and into the street. He pointed down to one end of the street. "You and I can take that end, Felicia and Thierry are on the other side." He paused, then spoke again. "And by the way, make sure you only give them to the younger tourists. We don't want any of the older ones around in case they change."

I nodded. "Because the older the human is when they turn, the weaker they are as vampires." Mikael was the only man that I had met that was an exception to that fact.

He smiled. "Right. Good luck." He then walked to the corner on the other side of the street, glancing back at me before giving the flyers to the tourists.

I started handing out the flyers, and before long, a group of girls caught my eye.

There were three of them, two blondes and a brunette. The brunette stuck out in many ways. Different clothes, different hairstyle, didn't expression. But one trait that definitely stuck out was the scent of her blood, and it seemed that Diego noticed as well. I caught him licking his lips from across the street and staring at her neck.