As Hayley and I ventured through the French Quarter I could feel her eyes on me to which I turned to her.
"What is it Hayley?" I asked as Hayley gained an embarrassed look before she looked into my eyes.
"Who is Marcel to you?" Hayley asked as the smile I had quickly vanished as I thought about Marcellus, the boy who became my son.
"He's my son." I said as I started walking as Hayley stood frozen in place shocked at the revelation before she quickly shook off the shock and quickened her pace to catch up to me.
"What do you mean he is your son?" Hayley asked still shocked about that truth I told her.
"Marcellus was born a mixed child in a time when that was looked down upon right here in Louisiana." I said as we sat down at a bench as Hayley leaned close to listen to my story.
"When I found Marcellus he was being whipped by a white man for not picking apples fast enough." I said as I clenched my fist just remembering that sight I saw that day.
"What happened next?" Hayley asked intrigued with a look of sympathy for Marcellus.
"I killed the man and then took Marcellus as my own, I even gave him a name." I said as I remembered kneeling down in front of that small boy and giving him the name Marcellus meaning Little Warrior.
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The Originals: The First Born
FanfictionOver a thousand years ago a new species was created, The Vampire Species. But on that same night a secret would be revealed that would change the very foundation of a man who's only responsibility was to protect his family. Join him as he tell...