"She's quite a women," Klaus spoke to Marcel as they watched the party continue on, the vampires now ravenous with blood. Medusa had long since left and Klaus has itched to follow her but had chosen against it. If Elijah were not in a coffin he would have likely followed her trail again, only this time hopefully she wouldn't have eluded him.

Marcel smirked at the Original and raised his eyebrows, the hybrid had no idea. "Yeah she's something, keeps the city in check and it helps that men always want to talk to a pretty face. She gets pissed about that one though—nearly broke the face of this one night walker. She's a beauty but don't let that fool you, girls about as vicious as you."

Klaus scoffed, "I highly doubt that." He grew serious slightly and inquired, "exotic, dangerous, and mysterious, you ever—"

Marcel humored laugh was followed by his response, "not a chance. Girls all work no play which I kind of admit am thankful for, she'd bite my head if I tried."

Klaus hummed in response as he thought it over in his head.

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"They reek like sea water," Diego nose upturns as he opens the back of the coroners vehicle to reveal two black body bags. Thierry seems to agree although he doesn't speak.

"Idiots honestly, don't know why Marcel thinks to keep them." Medusa responda back as her nose twitches in annoyance.

"I thought you said you weren't going to be dealing with this?" Thierry responds after another moment, he readjusts the cap on his head slightly and avoids eyesight. Most of the vampires were like this except Marcel and Klaus, she enjoyed her intimidation.

Medusa smiles at this, "I'm not, I'm dealing with our other problem."

As if on cue they here the incoming feet, Klaus and Marcel make their way down the empty parking lot to them. They reek of alcohol and Medusa practically rolls her eyes, how typical of them.

"You take me to the nicest places." Klaus speaks sarcastically and his eyes travel from the two vampires to the brunette Gorgon who's face is per usual void of emotion and her arms are crossed. She's dressed in all black today and for some odd reason he's even more attracted to her then before. Sophie's warning echoes in his head as he takes notice of her lethal stare and he wonders if she may be truly the monster of fables.

Medusa catches his stare and as if on cue her lips lift barely to be seen and she winks, a brief and sultry hello that makes Klaus smile broader. He takes in her look once more and notices the silver band around her arm, almost like it was her signature flare, where Elijah had his suits this brunette had a silver band.

The two disconnect when sharp intakes of breath are heard from the truck and the former humans shoot up. There a male and a female, both equally confused and scared as they huff breath and look at each other before looking towards the crowd awaiting them.

"Welcome to the land of the newly dead. I won't waste your time." Marcel welcomed them and turned towards his second hand man. "I trust you filled them in?"

Thierry pressed his lips together. "To be honest, not much in the way of potential here."

"Yeah, well, I just lost six night-walkers. I got holes to fill." The king retorted with slight bitterness before turning back to his cheery self with the newbies. "I'll keep this quick. That itch you feel? That's the need to feed coming on strong, a hunger for human blood. Drink it – you're a vampire. Don't – you die. Again. This time for good. Right here in a body bag." He then jumps back slightly and edges towards the hybrid, inquiring, "Hey, what do you think, cute dorky girl or gay best friend?"

Klaus pretends to think about it before shrugging, "Dealer's choice."

Marcel nods with happiness. "Dealer's choice, okay." He then looks to the Gorgon, "which one do you think is better."

Medusa clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and after observing the two she hummed, "You know I don't gamble, Marcel, not unless it's a guaranteed win."

Marcel reaches into his pocket and the brunette leans against one of the pillars holding the building up. "Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever. The other one dies." He sets the coin down between the two of them and the two look at each other and the coin as they process but Marcel yells for them to start before anything else. "Go!"

The male looks at his blonde friend as if to question what they should do but she is already way ahead of him as she lurches forward and plucks the coin. Marcel claps and laughs in surprise while Medusa simply raises a brow at the selfish girl "Damn girl! I said, damn!"

The male looks almost stunned and betrayed as he looks at his friend, "How could you!?"

"Get over it, Josh. It's not like I had a choice. You would've done the same thing, but you're such a little –" her spits of anger are cut short when Marcel snaps her neck, effectively killing her. He turns to Diego and Thierry and regards, "Let her die in cold storage. Got a thing about people who betray their own friends. C'mon. Let's go for a ride."

Josh now looks slightly mortified at what has occurred and he looks at all the vampires, confused and scared until Medusa gives him a warm smile and nods her head towards a retreating Marcel. "I'd go if I were you, he tends to snap more necks if people make him wait."

Josh jumps out of the car, running after Marcel while Thierry and Diego laugh softly at her threat. They begin to zip up the dead blonde and close the van while Medusa trudges forward and debates when Klaus was going to speak to her. Now that Marcel was distracted he was at the very least gonna comment something. She also debated what there was to do today, perhaps she'd bring lunch to Davina personally and entertain her with her days adventures.

"I thought vampire business wasn't for you," Klaus suddenly appeared beside her. His arms were placed behind his back and he walked with a sense of regal air that Medusa could have placed in medieval times.

She tilted her head his way, "you ask a lot of questions you know."

"Just trying to get to know the crowd, I know Marcel, I don't know you." He retorted.

"You knew Marcel, from what I've heard it's been quite a long time seen either of you have seen one another." She quipped back.

"Doesn't seem like much has changed."

Medusa eyed him as they exited the parking garage and made their way into the bright sun. She turned her body to him and challenged, "you want to know me but what makes you think I'd like to know you Klaus Mikaelson?"

Klaus was perplexed by this direct question as he blinked at her and then responded, "I find that most people are interested in me, M."

"And now you're interested more in me then I am of you," she hummed with a smile.

"M!" Marcel yelled from across the lot to which both hybrid and Gorgon looks away to find him nodding her head in his direction.

She walks over finding that Klaus has already disappeared from her side.

"Having fun?" He questions and she can only blink at him as if to answer his question in a bland manner.

"What did you want Marcel?" She crosses her arms over her chest and wrestles with the chilly air. The serpent around her wrists hisses as if a warning and her eyes travel around the buildings to find nothing out of the normal and yet she can't shake her snake.

Marcel looks down towards the bracelet that is peaking from her hand, "your friend seems to know already."

"He knows something's up," Medusa retorts and her nearly black eyes narrow at him. "And he's growing agitated that there is no more information."

"We've got another original in the city," Marcel says lowly. She blinks at him as if annoyed already and requesting more information then the ones he's given. "She's not like her brother."

"She's not a sadistic maniac that you want me to seduce to control?" Medusa cut in with a raised brow and Marcel eyed her.

"Rebekah is a lot bitchier," he commented and Medusa has to admit so was she, at the very least they could level on that. "And we have a history."

"Ohh," Medusa hummed, "now I see why you want me to deal with her."

"Not deal, just handle. Keep her distracted because if she's looking for Elijah then that means she's coming after anything I have or want. I don't need her touching Cami or Davina," he explained. "You aren't like them."

"I highly doubt she'll be coming for me but alright then, I guess it's a distraction from witch hunting." She muttered and smiled up at any buildings she saw, this Rebekah must be watching which meant she was going to give her a show.

"It might be time you reveal yourself to them," he commented. "Before the charity party."

Medusa pretendes to think about it and shrugged her shoulder, "less for me to hide, alright well I'm off enjoy your newbie."

"Where are you headed?" Marcel quickly responded before she took off.

"To make sure the bartender hasn't been taken," She retorted and when Marcel glares at her she rolled her eyes. "Alright fine, I'm actually going for a drink, don't worry I'll keep her safe."

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Medusa swirled the cup of whiskey, watching as the amber liquid collided with the ice as she contemplated. Marcel's words of her revealing herself has somehow began to bother her. She hadn't slipped off the jacket to reveal her ruins nor had she thought about her serpents in a long time since hiding herself. Her serpents missed her just as much as she missed them, she could see them in her dreams and even the one companion she had often wrapped itself around her neck and coiled against her hair as if to call out to its companions.

The snakes were as much part of her identity as was her beauty, and truthfully she'd missed them but pretending to be normal or even a vampire had been empowering. If she was being honest as well then the idea of the witches finding out who she was and coming for her also struck fear into her heart—if it even worked m. What they had done to her had showed her that she needed to be smart and coming out before she'd gained full power was not that.

A sigh escaped her and she threw the drink back without a wince, shaking her glass in the air as the bartender noticed. "Another!"

Cami came over, her eyes taking notice of the frown, long sigh, and even the third drink. "Sounds like you're going through something."

"I'd ask how you know but judging by the stack of psychology books behind the counter I'd guess you could tell my attitude even before I sat down." Medusa retorted and gave her a weak smile as cami poured.

The blonde bit her bottom lip as if out of embarrassment and shrugged, "you're observant."

Medusa shrugged in response and took a long pull of her drink before setting it down and looking at the blonde who began to speak. "Relationship trouble?"

"Haven't had one of those in a long time actually, the last ones didn't end two well," Medusa responded and she shivered when she thought of the dicks she called Poseidon and Perseus. She'd actually go back to the Underworld if she could see them again.

"I've been there," Cami nodded her head. Her head suddenly tilted as she took in the flawless face that even pouting was beautiful. "I know you, you're with Marcel right?"

Medusa laughed. "Me with Marcel? No, that would never end well. I'm actually his business partner, that's all."

Cami suddenly felt relief and more inclined to go on the date with the well known entrepreneur. "Oh sorry, I just thought—"

"We get that a lot," Medusa waved her off. "Actually he's peaked interest on you, or so I've heard."

Cami set down the drink as her cheeks grew pinker, "Yeah, I've uhh— heard."

Medusa leaned forward, "oh?"

"He actually came in here with a friend earlier, tall, dirty blonde, English accent—"

"Klaus," Medusa said and her lip curled in annoyance. "Yeah I know him."

Cami guessed that was who this brunette was sitting wondering about but continued her talk, "Yeah him. He was playing wingman and asked me to go on a date with Marcel."

"Judging by the slightly annoyed demeaned he showed after he left here I'm assuming you said no."

Cami nodded and looked to the ground, "it's nothing personal I've just uh got a lot going on and Marcel he seems nice enough but—"

"Give him a chance," Medusa cut in, lifting a drink. "He's more then nice. He's one of the most genuine men I've ever known and that's saying a lot because most of the ones I meet are proper assholes but Marcel's different. For one he's doing everything in his power to keep this city going strong. Trust me when I say most men I've known are selfish and sadistic but he's a better man."

Cami seemed to nod as if to slow agree and she went to say another thing when a very loud man walked in with his crew. "NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A PARTY!"

Medusa turned, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she noticed the group of fraternity brothers come in with complete tourist looks. The leader, a blonde man with expensive clothes and traveling eyes went from women to women.

"It's that time when they start showing up and I start pretending like they haven't felt me up," Cami groans and speaks quietly to the brunette.

"How unnecessary," Medusa rolled her eyes.

"A lot of good potential in this bar," he spoke louder and then his eyes set on Medusa who was looking at him still. His lips curled to a smirk and pushed his hair back, puffing his chest.

Medusa was debating wether to kick him in the throat or leg her serpent at him when she got an idea. Without turning to Cami and taking her eyes off the idiot man she spoke, "I've got to go Cami."

"Off so soon?" The blonde questioned.

"I've got to go feed my pets," she hummed and stood up. With a flip of her hair over her shoulders she walked, accentuating her hips with every step and she just as she passed him she winked and nodded her head towards the exit.

The snakes in her temple were in need of a meal.

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Why did men love to grab ass? Medusa rolled her eyes as the fraternity idiot did that exact thing.

They knocked against the temples of the site of her resurrection, aggressively smacking against the door. Somehow she'd convinced him to bring her to the graveyard and now they were going at it— well at least he was, Medusa was just hoping he'd hurry up and walk further back so she'd be done wit him.

Unfortunately, this asshole was all about exploring her body with his hands and Medusa was over it the moment it had begun. She rolled her eyes once more and not into his bottom lip to gain his attention.

His hands froze as she tugged his lip and pushed back. Immediately he smirked, "you're feisty aren't you?"

Medusa pushes him back and turned to walk inside the mausoleum, swaying her hips as he was quick to follow. She opened the large, doors revealing the dark interior and hearing the small hisses of her snakes.

"You sure we won't get in trouble for this? My dads a lawyer and all but this place seems expensive," the man spoke behind her and by this point she had stopped listening. He kicked something by his feet when she did not respond and went on, "it's kind of creepy—I'm all for doing it here but aren't you the least bit concerned?"

Medusa chuckled lowly and shook her head, "this is my home, my children are here."

"What?" He chokes, and stumbles forward. At this point Medusa can practically taste the fear in him, and as much as she wants to be rid of him already he still has the chance to run off.

She lights one of the sticks hanging off the wall and the dim light only allows him to see her shadow moving back his way. He gulps as sweat begins to fall from his forehead but she grows closer and stops him from hesitation, "this place makes me feel safe, doesn't it?"

"I wouldn't call it safe per say," he responds and his voice has raised an octave as nerves begin to set in but he doesn't move a muscle.

Medusa smirks and with the flickering light he can just make out the white of her teeth and the curve of her lips as her hands run over his wrists and arms. "Don't be afraid." As the words leave her lips she feels something love against her feet, he's awake, she thinks to herself as the long girthy body moves beside her and towards its intended prey. She hums as hisses begin and the rattles sound, only then do her eyes open to look her prey in the eyes. "I promise it'll be over quick."

This stupid man child still does not move and only slowly grasps the reality as something finally focuses his foot but it's too late. She pushes him to the ground as the snakes begin to bite and the anaconda immediately is the first to lunge. The boas bite at his skin, and the rattlesnakes strike to pump venom.

Medusa laughs as he's eaten by her children, slowly his screams begin to die out as one by one they take their chomp until the anaconda can finish him off.

His cries are still hear and she still laughs even as her phone rings. The Gorgon immediately composed herself and answers the phone without looking at the callee ID. "Hello?"

There's a silent pause on the phone as whoever is on the other lines listens to the dying screams of a stupid man before he speaks, "did they have their fill?"

Marcel, she thinks and adjusts the phone as she begins to walk out, petting some of the snakes who slither past her heels. "They'll be full for now."

"What was it this time?"

"A frat boy, nobody will miss him except maybe his mommy to wipe his ass." She answered and shit the gates behind her.

"Another?"

"Shut up," she scoffed. "Why did you call me?"

"It's time i introduce the others original to you and Davina, she's demanding if."

"Oh," Medusa stops in her tracks as she imagines just what could have happened. No one demands things from Marcel just like no one makes him this calm. She knew this voice well, it meant he was either fearful or furious which meant he was ready to show power.

"Oh, is right." Marcel responded. "How soon can you meet us at Davina's?"

Medusa lifted the car keys in her hand, she'd swiped them from the dead guy in the middle of their kissing and she dangles them, seeing the name of the car on the keychain. "How fast does an Audi go?"

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"They're here Davina," Medusa hummed softly to the brunette witch who stood from her bed and came to stand with her guardian.

Shortly thereafter footsteps followed up the stairs and to the attic where the two were, the front entrance bursting open in only the way Marcel could open the door.

"Invite me in." The accented female voice demanded and Medusa could have scoffed at how stereotypical the voice sounded, identical to her brothers.

Marcel's voice was closer, "Gotta ask the lady of the house. Davina, come on out, sweetheart."

Davina's blue eyes flashed towards Medusa who nodded her head and squeezed the top of her forearm, indicating she go. The witch straightened her shoulders and walked out towards the open air, the Gorgon following shortly behind. Marcel gestured towards him and Davina went under his arm, Medusa following only her eyes never left the original.

She was blonde, with blue eyes like her brother and pouty lips, she was nearly Klaus except a few softer contours. She could see the hybrid though, in the temper and eyes.

"Invite her in." Marcel politely speaks to the little witch.

"Come in." She responds promptly.

As if irritated further by her request the original steps into the room and immediately moved towards the open coffins where she promptly reaches for the dagger and begins to pull it out only she's stopped when Davina forcibly shoves it back in with magic. Medusa belts out a laugh loudly at the astonished blondes face and wonders if this is the first time she's been denied something.

"I wouldn't do that." Davina warns her and pushes her back, shutting the coffin as well.

This only ignites a bigger laugh from Medusa who is getting her kicks from watching Rebekah lose to a young girl. The original doesn't seem to happy about either thing but shifts her focus from the girl to the women she'd seen earlier with Marcel. Klaus has warmed here there was some mysterious "M" hanging around the king of near Orleans as of late but when she'd seen it had been a whole new reality. She was so different to herself, with long tosseled black hair and tanned skin not to mention her friendly, charismatic demeanor. They couldn't have been more opposite.

And she was even further infuriated when Marcel lifted a brow and a small smile formed when he witnessed the laughter from the brunette.

Rebekah's lip immediately upturned, "what the bloody hell are you laughing at?" And then her head snapped between the two females. "Who the hell are you two?"

"Oh come now," Medusa cut her laugh once she heard the hostility and the snake uncoiled from her wrist. It rose from inside her jacket and hissed at the original when it peaked from the neckline of her shirt. The serpent bared it's fangs and struck out towards the brunette as if to warn before protectively coiling around its mothers neck just as she finished speaking, "I'm sure it's not hard to guess now is it?"

Rebekah suddenly flashed to something Klaus had ranted about in his anger earlier. So the witches had been right, Medusa was loose.

Her thoughts were cut short as the young girl spoke out, "Davina." She said her name proudly and then inclined her head near Marcel, "She's an old one, isn't she?"

Marcel's voice was even again as the tension escalated and revelations escaped. "Yeah. Rebekah is an Original, which means she can't be killed."

"She doesn't seem very nice." Davina notes.

"Most of them aren't," Medusa hummed.

Marcel shrugged his shoulders and added, "She can be... but she hasn't been very nice to me tonight."

By now Rebekah was silent as she took in the occurrences with a vampire, a powerful witch, and the actual Medusa in one room against her the odds weren't much in her favor. She could see why Marcel had done this after all she'd attacked him full force but while she hadn't killed him the idea of him doing it to her did surpass her mind— years had passed after all.

Her question was answered when the small witch made the executive decision and called out, "Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave."

The room is silent as everyone stands on their toes to see what Davina conjures up. Medusa knew just how much power was stored in her little body, it was a concentration of hate and magic that only Davina seemed to control. There was a breath of silence and Rebekah was thrown like a rag doll from one wall to the other and then shortly after she was out the top window, slapping against the concrete and tar outside.

Medusa again laughed, "I suppose that was what Caligula meant when he said let them hate us as long as they fear us then."

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