Hiiiii! :D So I thought I'd celebrate the fact that I just wrote three chapters of this story in less than a day. Enjoy!
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Chapter Fifteen
"Look at that skyline," Marcel smiled. "That there, that's progress. More hotels, more tourists, more fresh blood. And the humans? I taught them to look the other way."
I sighed, sitting on the iron railing and looking out at the skyline along with the boys. This city was truly beautiful. And not the normal kind. The sinful kind. The kind that vampire-obsessed teenagers and people with strong imaginations dream of. Perhaps that's why I loved this city so much.
"And what of the witches?" Klaus asked, glancing over at me. "In my time, they were a force to be reckoned with and now they live in fear. How do you know when they're using magic?"
"Maybe I've got a secret weapon. An ace up my sleeve. Something that gives me complete control over all the magic in this town."
"Hmm. Is that a fact?"
"Might be. Or maybe I'm just bluffing." Marcel reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of vervain and pressing it on his tongue before swallowing it. The plant made a sizzling sound, and I sighed. He hadn't quite built up a complete immunity yet.
"You take vervain," Klaus stated.
"Burns like a bitch," Marcel sighed. "But I figure I should limit the number of things I'm vulnerable to," Klaus nodded in reply. "And don't be mad about that chaperone thing. I told my guys to look out for you, that's all. That's what we do here, look out for each other."
Klaus nodded again, and they both looked out into the skyline again before someone caught my attention. Camille, the bartender from Rousseau's. The girl that Marcel seems to have a little crush on.
It appears that he didn't want Klaus to know that, though, seeing how he acted as if he didn't know her at all.
"Mmm, new blood."
"A bartender," Klaus stated. "Walking alone at night. She's either Brave or dumb."
"Let's see," Marcel smirked. "Brave, I let her live, dumb, she's dessert," He grinned, then hopped off the railing and landed behind her.
Klaus and I stayed in silence before he suddenly turned to look at me. "Come on."
"What?"
"You know you want to," He smirked, stretching his arms out.
I smiled brightly, and was in his arms within seconds. "God, I missed you!"
He laughed, hugging me tightly. "Just me? I'm flattered."
I smiled. "I mean, of course I missed Bekah... And Elijah, a little. But you're my special little guy."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm far from little if I'm older than you, Jo," his smile suddenly vanished. He looked behind me, sighing a little. "Evening, Elijah."
Oh, god. Kill me now.
I turned to face him, and saw an unreadable expression form on Elijah's face before he looked back at Klaus. "Niklaus, Rose."
"What an entirely unwelcome surprise," Klaus muttered.
"And what an entirely unsurprising welcome," Elijah said. "Come with me," he ordered, turning to leave when Klaus refused.
"I'm not going anywhere, not until I find who's conspiring against me."
"I believe I just found that out for you," Elijah stated.
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Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfiction*Wrote this when I was 14, you've been warned*. --------- People would say that the two of them had been in love for 900 years. They just didn't know it until now.
