Kol: 

You sat at the end of the bar in your favorite dicey dive. As usual, there were only a handful of customers and two employees. You were nursing a glass of scotch thinking about the trip you needed to make the next day. A sigh escaped your lips as you slid the now empty glass toward Ben the bartender.

"Refill, Y/N?" he asked.

"Not tonight." You stood to leave, only to sit back down as your eyes came to rest on the man that had just walked in. A little flutter of attraction went through you as you took in his dark eyes and hair. Even if you hadn't known precisely who he was, he had trouble written all over him. "Maybe one more, " you said to Ben.

He smiled and slid the full glass back to you. Your eyes followed the man as he moved from customer to customer in the bar, compelling them. You hummed to yourself and studied the liquid in your glass as you waited for him to reach you. As you expected, you were the last to receive his attention.

"Well, hello, sweetheart. Aren't you lovely?" he asked as he sat beside you and ran a finger down the side of your face. 

You turned to him with a grin and he grasped your chin to hold your head in place. "You'll let me do whatever I want to you or anyone in here and not utter a sound," he said, his pupils dilating.

He released you and you leaned forward. "And if I do?"

His eyes widened in surprise and you laughed. You held out a hand. "Kol Mikaelson, isn't it?"

He took your hand and used it to pull you closer to him. "You have me at a disadvantage, sweetheart."

"Y/N Y/L/N. Friend of your brothers. Well, acquaintance. Klaus doesn't really have friends does he?" You scratched your head as you thought about it and shrugged. "Recognized you from his drawings."

He let go of your hand and looked you over. 

You shooed him away with a wave of your hand. "Do what you want. I won't stop you. I'm sure I've seen worse. Just try to keep the blood on that side of the bar, okay?"

Marcel:

You weren't entirely certain how you'd ended up moving to New Orleans. No, that was a lie. You were here because you felt the need to keep the few friends you had alive. You sighed as you watched your best friend and roommate Charlotte dance with some random guy. 

You'd met when you were assigned to the same dorm in college. You'd graduated a month ago with an art degree. You had plans that involved working for a museum while you did your art on the side, got into galleries. And then Charlotte had told you she was moving to New Orleans. 

New Orleans which was teeming with vampires. There was also a fair sized population of witches and werewolves around from what you'd heard. She knew nothing about the supernatural. It wasn't like you could sit her down and say, "Look I don't want you moving to New Orleans because I'm afraid you'll get eaten."

So, you'd put your plans on hold to follow her here and make sure she didn't get killed. It wasn't like you didn't have all the time in the world to pursue them later. Sure you could look for a job and a gallery here but it wasn't New York or LA. Your eyes narrowed as you examined the guy she was dancing with. Make that vampire. She always had the worst taste in men. 

"You're new," a smooth voice said from beside you and you turned to see a gorgeous man smiling at you. His white teeth stood out in sharp contrast to his dark complexion. He really was stunning. You licked your lips. Lovely. Just lovely.

"How did you know?" you asked. 

"I know everyone in my town," he answered, leaning one elbow on the bar. 

His wording made you pause. "Your town."

He leaned forward. "Yeah, you might say I run it."

You sighed and signaled for a refill on your drink. "Well, you're sure as shit not the mayor so that must make you Marcel."

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment, but his smile never faltered. "It does. Do I know you?"

"Nope," you said and pursed your lips. "I wasn't speaking to my brother last time he was here, so I didn't have the pleasure. I've heard all about you though. Niklaus thought you dead."

His smile fell. "I wasn't aware there was a Mikaelson I hadn't met."

You extended your hand and he took it. "Y/N. I'm not here to cause trouble. Merely keeping an eye on my friend." You eyed the man dancing with Charlotte again. "You might want to tell the vampire dancing with her that I'll rip his bloody head off if he bites her."

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A/N: I was going to do preferences for Tyler and Matt too but I don't really like them so... If someone wants to request them I'll add them but for right now I'm leaving them out.