"Took you long enough." Marcel commented as the brunette walked up to the cluster of vampires surrounding him.

She tilted her head, an unbothered look to her face as she bit back the sarcastic remark that bubbled up, "I was making sure she was fine."

He nodded in accordance, seeming to have understood her delay. They both knew that Davina's safety was above all else, even Medusa who had less humanity then a centuries old vampire could ever have had a soft spot for the brunette witch. Davina was innocent in the war and chaos, children were innocent as always and even the gorgon could find it in her revived soul to appreciate this.

"Marcel!" Thierry, one of Marcel's most trusted confidants stepped closer to the two, "we've found her."

Marcel's smile widened, showcasing a set of pearly white teeth ready to attack. If medusa had to compare him to a snake he was the deadliest, a cobra ready to flourish its strength. She supposed that's why they got along, she was the Goddess of snakes and Marcel was simply another of her children.

She watched him dominate the steps of the French Quarter, walking in a direction with such pride in each step she swore he had never been in a compromising position. Marcel was anything but weak, in fact dominant was more of the idea she chose.

"You need to be careful," he suddenly muttered to her and Medusa raises a brow and tilted her head in question. She was always careful, but the way he spoke made her feel like he needed to be extra cautious. He'd been gone for quite some time since the two had last seen one another, in Davina's place of stay he could have easily explained more to her but clearly things had changed, something had happened.

The vampires that followed Marcel were rowdy, dancing in the streets and talking loudly. Medusa paid it no mind as she has grown used to it, besides the humans did not care either. Thierry dropped beside her, his signature hat on his head as he looked to the brunette and nodded, "nice night out isn't it?"

"Seems to me like it just got better," she hummed but greeted him with a smirk. Thierry was considered to be Marcel's right hand man, he was very loyal to the King and also very genuine. Medusa didn't exactly consider him a friend but she never gave him a frosty welcome, besides he was easy on the eyes.

Thierry eyes her one last time cautiously before returning his gaze back to the crowd forming. He still had no clue just who she was, the day she'd shown up had been a rather strange occurrence. Marcel had appeared with her by his side and declared to all the vampires that she was a mutual ally seeking the destruction of the witches as much as them. After that it seemed the two were inseparable, in a completely platonic way. Marcel was still the King but she seemed to have been labeled the Queen, because every decision made over the witches was always brought to her attention. The blonde male still couldn't figure out wether she was a vampire or not, that had never been clearly stated but Thierry was smart and knew better then to press Marcel's buttons. He'd once gained the courage to ask his leader and after a cold glare the conversation had been abruptly ended, but that still didn't stop his mind from turning.

Another vampire dropped from the high grounds above and directly landed in front of the brunette gorgon, besides Marcel. Medusa was stunned by this as no one ever dared to do such things to her. He was a tall blonde, hair cut short but enough so she could make out the dirty blonde of it. He walked just like Marcel, identical to say the least and it seemed to Infuriate her more.

A hiss escaped her lips and he turned, she not immediately how handsome and devilish she looked, nearly Lucifer had he been a different form. The Devil also had a thing for inhibiting blondes and she briefly wondered this was truly her old friend or not. He even held a smile like her old companion which intrigued her more but he turned before she could get a better look and Marcel began to speak. "Glad you could make it. Ha ha! Showtime!"

The vampires hollered even louder and Marcel seemed to thrive in it the longer it happened. His beautiful smile was so grand it almost seemed he wasn't about to commit murder. "How's the family?"

"Those who live hate me more than ever." The man answered and this intrigued Medusa, she felt curious to learn more but kept her expression neutral.

Marcel waved his answer off. "Forget them. If your blood relations let you down, you make your own, huh? You taught me that. And what's mine is yours, as always. Even my nightwalkers."

He looked up and over, finding more jumping from buildings. "They're hardly subtle, are they?"

"It's the French quarter. Ain't no such thing as subtle, baby" Marcel responds and yells a little louder to show how right he was.

Marcel's minions suddenly appear, holding a petite brunette in their arms. She tied up, her arms locked together and fear barely crossing her eyes before she was standing straight up and looked the vampire leader in the eye. Medusa found herself besides Marcel's new friend, the brunette finding herself crossing her arms and suddenly her snake began to hiss lowly. It slithered against her arm as if to warn her or caution the blonde vampire.

Medusa silenced the band with a hum of her lips and found his eyes now on hers. She found his eyes were a crystal blue and despite the bright joyous color she somehow knew they were as deceiving as her angelic features. She narrowed her eyes and frowned, as if to question just what he was looking at before blinking away to

Jane-Anne Deveraux gained her attention yet again as Marcel walked towards her, a branch of some sort had been placed in his hands and he plucked at the leaves still attaches. "Give it up for Jane-Anne. Come on. Jane-Anne Deveraux, you have been accused of the practice of witchcraft beyond the bounds of the rules set forth and enforced by me. How do you plead? Oh. Was that convincing?" He turned back to his old friend with amusement and questioned his speeche. "I studied law back in the fifties. It's all I know. Seriously, J, tick tock. You know the drill. How do you plead?"

Marcel was always at ease, nothing ever changes his cool demeanor, not even a witch out of place. Jane-Anne denied all accusations. "I didn't do anything."

Medusa snorted and rolled her arms, she did not believe her for a second and Marcel seemed to agree as he turned back to her with amusement and winked before speaking yet again. "That's a lie. You know it, I know it, and you hate that I know it. It drives you witches crazy that I'm aware of your every move. That you can't do magic in this town without getting caught. So, why don't we just cut to the chase, huh? You tell me what magic you're brewing. Tell me. I'll grant you leniency. Hey, I am, after all, a merciful man."

The witch clearly did not buy it and she attempted to shove forward, spitting at him angrily. "Rot in hell, monster."

Marcel did not take her reaction lightly, his smiled shifted for a second as he stepped back. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you one more chance." And before the Deveraux could respond with anything or retaliate he snapped the branch forward and slit her neck. Blood spewed against the ground and the witch attempted to scream or even speak her last words but was left to bleed out. "Or not."

The crowd cheers and Medusa finds her concealed ruins burn as their power lessens with every witch that dies. She chuckles and hums in harmony, yet again gaining the attention of the blonde male who now seemed intrigued by her.

"Quite a show he brings," he comments.

Medusa notes his accent, something that had been explained to her as British and she finds it alluring. "Show isn't the right word, it's a control of power."

She walks off then, leaving Klaus now further confused by just who she was. He'd seen Marcel eyeing another blonde at the bars earlier and by the way she walked over to another group of men it seemed like they weren't together but still, the little wink his protege had given her could not leave his mind. She may not have been his lover but she was important to Marcel, and now Klaus had to find out why.

Medusa had left the blonde to speak with Marcel and decided to speak with Thierry, he was likely the only person who could and would answer her question.

She grabbed his forearm, gaining his attention from the rest of the vampire who immediately departed. The blonde male looked at her, she never spoke to anyone besides Marcel, most were even terrified to speak to her.

"Who's Marcel with?" She questioned softly, eying the nameless man who was having a heated discussion with the man in charge.

"You ain't heard?" Thierry's eyebrows furrowed as he found it curious that she had yet to find out just who the man is. "That's, Klaus Mikaelson."

The way he said his name it seemed of importance and yet Medusa couldn't even remember ever hearing it. She racked her brains and even thought of those she'd heard in Underworld and came up blank. She shrugged her shoulders, "is that suppose to mean anything to me?"

Thierry yet again seemed to grow confused and blinked repeatedly, he couldn't believe she didn't know who Klaus was. He was made of nightmares and parents spoke of him to their children as caution. Where the hell was she from, he thought to himself before deciding it best to answer honestly. "He's an original vampire, the original hybrid to be specific, half werewolf, half vampire. He's also Marcel's sire, M, I can't believe you didn't know that."

Medusa looked at him and seemed to have the same thought, although she hardly looked like it. "Well, now I do."

She let him go and stalked towards Marcel who had finished his conversation with Klaus, immediately upon catching up the brunette linked their arms together. "Nice to see you with old company."

Marcel looked at her as if to ask how she had known this but then decided to instead sigh deeply, "look I was gonna tell you after this all—he showed up when I had men looking for Jane-Ann."

"And you decided to invite him along to the witch massacre." She quipped back.

"Only to show him who was the boss, he wanted to speak to her and I didn't know about what, figured it was better to cut it short before then." He said, stopping their movements to grasp his shoulders. "Klaus is an old friend, I trust him but not enough to tell him about you if that's what you're curious about. I'll introduce you to tonight at my house."

She cocked her head back, "why would you want me to meet him?"

Marcel bit his lip and rolled his eyes, "his intrigued over you, I can tell. Better to introduce you and minimize his curiosity."

What an expected surprise, she rolled her eyes but decided to agree. Besides, it would be fun to know more about an original vampire.

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This is a Klaus fic if it wasn't obvious lol.