The Devil's Acolyte

Use All Of Your Well-Learned Politeness, Or I'll Lay Your Soul to Waste

    I walk down the street of New Orleans in search for the presence of my daughter's aura.  I look around, my blonde waves bouncing each time I turn my head, scanning my surrounding.  Many people walk the streets, celebrating something.  I feel the eyes of someone burning into the back of my head, causing me to turn around slowly and stop walking, in attempt to not bring any more attention to myself.  I meet the chocolate brown eyes of a man with a devious smile placed upon his darkened lips.  I raise a brow at his smile, for this man stood on a mighty high horse.  I return a challenging smirk at him as everyone continues walking around me.  I turn around and continue walking as I had before, my confidence grows higher than before.  The "king" of New Orleans could be the key to finding my daughter.  I feel a presence rush to my side, "I've never seen you before, you must be new."  I turn my head to be greeted suddenly by Marcellus Gerard.  A deceitful smile spreads across my lips, "I am returning; I lived here long ago, it seems like forever ago."  Marcellus smiles with confidence, clearly oblivious to my last comment revealing a slight hint concerning my age.  We continue walking down the street with the crowd until they branch off once a festival comes into view.  "My name is Marcel, " The vampire holds out his hand towards me, introducing himself politely.  I hold my pale hand out and place it into his warily, "Cynthia."  He grabs my hand brings it to his lips.  I take my hand back once he's done with bothering me.  "If you would excuse me, I have business to attend to.  It is marvelous to finally meet you, Marcel, " Once I excuse myself from Marcellus, I turn the opposite direction from him and roll my eyes. 
     I enter into a witchcraft store, seeking answers concerning my sister's whereabouts.  I'm instantly acknowledged by a woman, distinctly a witch.  All of her words, including her name are a complete blur to me.  My mind was focuses on how many dark objects I sense around this minor store.  I convert my attention from all of the dark objects to the woman.  She was dark skinned with natural, dark brown curls.  She was beautiful, but I sensed dishonor within her aura.  I display a fake smile, "Hello, I was actually wondering if you have seen a young girl by the name of Lucille?"  The woman gives me a pensive look.  At least she was attempting to remember.  I continue to describe her, "She's about five feet tall. She has long, wavy brown hair and green eyes."  The woman snaps from her thoughts and grabs my arm, leading me to the back of her store.  Once we are clear from any open ears, she lets go of me, "There's a barrier, no one outside of this room can hear us."  I nod and wait patiently for her to continue speaking of my daughter's whereabouts.  She peeks over at the lit candles, just beside us, watching them intensely, "I saw that little girl just the other day, she seemed very fond of a vampire."  My heart instantly drops once she finishes her tip.  She was not as strong as I; she knew only a few ways to defend herself.  The woman continues, after seemingly contemplating whether or not to tell me, "Tristan de Martel is his name."  I walk out of the woman's store, despite her incoherent attempts to catch my attention.  Though she was possibly going to alert me of the treachery to come, I continue walking from her presence with nothing but determination crossing my mind.
     I close my eyes and allow my psychic abilities to guide me to Marcellus, the man I met earlier.  I walk into an apartment, interrupting his business between him and a very inexperienced vampire.  "Marcellus, I require your assistance, " I ignore the odd looks both of the immortals give me and roll my eyes.  "Today, please, " Attitude drips from my words as the two imbeciles just stare at me.  Once I snap at them, the young vampire exits the room, leaving Marcellus on his own.  "How did you know my full name, I told you my name was Marcel?" Marcellus questions me skeptically.  I ignore his questions and continue, "Where can I find Tristan de Martel?"  Marcellus chuckles at my question, "Teaming up with the enemy I see."  I scoff at Marcellus and begin to lose my patience, "If you do not tell me within five seconds, I will force you.". The vampire shoots me another curious look, completely oblivious.  Why must people be so ignorant these days?  "I will be attending a party later that Tristan de Martel just so happens to be  hosting.  Would you do me the honor and accompany me, that way you can accomplish whatever it is that you need Tristan for?"  After Marcellus asks me to accompany him, I contemplate the possible outcomes.  My daughter means the world to me, but what if Marcellus is attempting to toy with me?  I'll kill him.  I snap from my thought and look up at Marcellus, "I'd be delighted.  Allow me to find a decent dress, I seemed to have left my clothing where I used to live.". Marcellus nods at my response, understanding.  "Would you possibly accompany me so I could possibly educate myself on this beautiful city, and possibly the handsome man before me?" I approach him further and trace my fingers on his arms seductively.  A cocky smile spreads across his lips.  This man has no idea that I'm playing with him like a child with a doll.  I smirk at my thoughts and exit his apartment aside the king of New Orleans.
     Marcellus and I walk along the sidewalk, confabulating about everything I was unaware of.  Most of the things he attempts to inform me of I had already known, but I react as though I didn't.  "So Tristan wants you to join this vampire league called the Strix and won't take no for an answer.  He also has a psychotic sister who has a thing for Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid?"  I look up at Marcellus with curious eyes.  I do admit, things were more complicated than I imagined.  Cade told me to keep an eye on Lucille, not reveal our identities, and to send as many souls his way as possible.  His tasks were simple, but put on hold until I get Lucille back.  Marcellus nods, proving my statement to be correct. "I told you things were crazy here," He chuckles.  Though this man is a bit oblivious for my taste, he is quite handsome.  I break my attention from him and to the stores' window displays in attempt to find a dress for this party.  I stop in my tracks once I find a short, emerald green dress that matched my eye perfectly.  I rush into the store and buy the dress.