It was strange, stranger the Doctor Strange. Something was going on and I wanted to know what really was going on. I could remember her words, spinning around in my head.

"Marcel, he's bad news. Trust me I've been there."

He was a stranger who made me obsessed with the thought of being with him. When his lips touched my skin, I felt everything crumble into pleasure.

He was the only thing I lived for besides Charolette. Definitely not my grandmother since she's just too much. But I still love her.

"What are you his ex-girlfriend or something?"

She could've been an ex-girlfriend, one jealous of the fact that Marcel was out with another girl. When her hands were on me they felt cold, no warmth brought to her touch.

But Marcel's touch was warm. When the impact of me pushing her hands off. She didn't make me nervous, she made me worried that I would fall for the wrong man.

"Hell no. No way. I couldn't date him, he may be handsome but that's my boss and trust me if you think he likes you your wrong. He'll use you until he gets what he wants."

So Marcel was a business owner, was he like Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey? Was he seductive? Was he looking for a submissive? How was he so wrong? And would I still want him?

"Like sex?"

Sex was different, almost every man I run into wants sex from me. Being a virgin and all isn't really helpful, it was kind of a curse knowing everyone wants to take it from you. Quickly I found myself wondering if Marcel wanted sex.

I mean I would probably give it to him just because of that wonderful and gorgeous smile.

"Way worse than sex, sweetheart."

It was just odd to uncover something worst sex. What was worst than taking a virginity from an innocent girl? Murder? Stealing? I still don't believe that's worst then taking the innocent.

"Just watch your back kid, he's not good news."

I needed to know how he wasn't good, I needed to understand why she had told me that. I desired the knowledge to find out what business Marcel had to handle.

I made my way to my grandma's car and found both of them sleeping, granny snoring as usual. The noise echoed throughput the car when I plugged in my headphones.

I turned on the car and began driving towards the house, the thoughts all followed in a trail.

What was he hiding?

What business?

Why was he bad news?

Those questions became even more questionable, he left me because a guy told him that it was business that couldn't wait. My heart raced at the sight of a clear road.

The lights flashing a bright path for me, as I was driving quickly I slammed on the gas. I needed to hurry. The speed limit on the high way was 70 mph but I was going 90. No police man was in sight when I finally reached the small exit.

I slowed down to the speed limit of 25, the streets were slightly full but I still managed to find parking. When you live in a more urban neighborhood crowded by people it becomes harder to find parking.

"Granny." I whispered with a shake of her body. My hands gripped her arm and shook her side to side.

"Granny?" I repeated.

Come on granny wake up, don't do this to me. This is not the moment for this...wait...there's never a moment for it. She can't die on me.

"Granny?" I whispered worriedly.

She jumped up, my heart pounded against my chest. "Granny go to bed." I spoke slowly unlocking the doors. She was tired, and so was Charolette.

Once granny was out of the car she made her way to the first floor and opened the door, I pushed my door shut once I was out.

Charolette was beauteous when she was sleeping, just a little angel. Her head was leaning to the side.

My hands unlocked her seat belt and pulled her out of her car seat, I smiled grabbing her bag from beside the car seat. She began to switch the position of her head to where it faced away from my slightly sweaty  neck.

I closed the door, but felt something on me. It was like I was being watched by someone. It was odd but I wasn't gonna judge or look around.

But don't you get that feeling of being watched when your basically alone?

I walked up the stairs, and sighed once the door was pushed open. My hands loosened around the key hole and dropped it on the ring where the extra keys laid.

"Alright, Lotte. Let's get you into bed, my little sleeping beauty." I spoke.

I carried her up the stairs towards her little princess room, her bed was purely white. The white sheets, the three white pillows. And the white top, the two thin fabrics covering the top of her bed. The pink fabric at the top fell down over the bed by a golden crown.

I laid her down, her head touching the center pillow. My hands picked up the white comforter with a golden crown design in the center.

I sighed again.

I kissed her forehead before making my way towards my room. I placed my hair up in a sloppy bun. I took a shower and did my hygiene before I put on a tight long sleeve black shirt with black skinny jeans, with gloves.

Once I opened my closet, behind everything laid my bow and arrows, my bow was made of the most finest material. The interior was metal but was surrounded by Matt to hold it together.

The line was sharp and firm, could cut. There were daggers inside of my boots as a secondary weapon, since I was never good with a gun, yet.

Quickly I ran towards the front door grabbing my black jacket off of the hook. I hopped on my motorcycle and drove off throughout the night towards the French Quarter.

It was actually quite beautiful at night even though nobody surprisingly was out. Quickly I heard a noise, it was a screaming. Coming from the bar.

I stopped my bike in a alleyway and looked through the glass to see a blonde, green eyed woman being choked. There stood a woman , her hands gripped her neck tightly. The woman had nappy black curls and brown skin.

I pulled out an arrow, slowly sliding it back and aimed straight for the woman's back spine. Slowly I took a breath before sliding the arrow in unison with the line, than I let go.

A piece of the glass square broke, the two looked back at me but the arrow was too quick and entered the chokers body. She screamed as her hands trembled, I pushed open the door.

Than I saw it.

Her eyes turning black, veins exposed towards her eyes. Fangs popped out of her teeth, sharp.

The doors behind me opened, emerged from behind was a cold tall stiletto figure of a man. The sound of roar coming from figure left me slightly silent.

I was now angry.

The woman pulled the arrow out from her back with a groan. The blonde woman began to run but she was grabbed again.

"Where is Klaus?" She asked holding the blonde by her shirt as the man came into view. The blonde was pulled up into the air similar like a bullied child to the bully.

He was bald, the shiny type bald. His skin pink, his black eyes connected with mines. His veins popping out into view, his fangs sharper than the females.

Vampires. They existed.

Damn it.

He tried to grab me, but I was to quick into grabbing my dagger stabbing him in the heart. I gripped the handle of the dagger and twisted, the man choked on his own blood.

The dagger locked in his heart, dumbass vampires. They should know better than to mess with me. I'm a savage. My other hand cupped the other, with all my strength I flipped him over getting blood all over the floor.

"Where is Klaus?" The woman asked choking the woman harder.

Come on Cleo!

Swiftly I slit the man's throat, blood spewed from his throat as usual. Than I pulled an arrow back quickly launching it into her throat.

She tried to pull it out but the blonde woman shouted in pain before kicking her to the ground where she finally died. Her hands holding onto her neck.

The Macho Man and Choker are down. Cleo wins.

"Thank you so much," She said watching my move of removing the arrow from the woman's throat before slicing her throat. I picked up the arrow she threw on the floor and placed it in my bag of arrows.

I nodded. What the hell were they even doing? Why was blonde here by herself?

"Why were they trying to choke you?" I asked looking at the blood flowing across the floor, my eyes froze on the sight of Marcel walking outside with one of his men.

"They were looking for Klaus, apparently he's some new person into town. But I don't know who that is, my name is Camille by the way." She smiled grabbing the female's body.

"Cleo, but why would you know? Aren't you the night shift bar tender?" I questioned slightly interrogating her as she dragged the body.

"Could you grab the other one please?" She started pulling the woman. My hand gripped the foot of the man dragging him across the floor not carrying about any sign of pain or scars that may cross his body.

"I think Klaus was in the bar and they think I know. It's odd, I just moved her only a month ago. I studied psychology and I can tell they all have issues that need solving." She said pulling the woman out into the back alley, there was a large garbage bin where she tried to put the body inside.

I attempted to throw the body in but Camille helped me, this man was heavy. What was he eating? She didn't even seem shocked by the sight that just happened, neither did I but I'm not complaining since I watch a lot of movies and shows. I mean The Underworld really has a hit on you.

"You don't seem surprised by this?" I asked walking back into the bar.

"No, I read a lot of articles about monsters living in New Orleans but I didn't believe it. Than I was sent here by my ex-professor to come and talk to people who swear they have seen vampires. I was just surprised they would come for me." Camille explained grabbing a mop and rolling bucket from the back.

"Well. I have to go, stay safe. Bye Camille." I said walking out of the front door making my way towards the direction Marcel went in.

I found him only three blocks ahead talking to some man in a gray suit, both of them were handsome, no sexy. They slowly talked and I stayed a distance before they approached an alley.

They walked into it and there I saw a woman with her arms separated perfectly, her arms pulled by chains. She consisted of long brown hair and brown eyes with a small strain of red hair pulled back.

"Marcel please don't do this!" She cried.

"No, Annabelle. You disobeyed me, I said stay away from her and what did you do? You went right to her. Elijah would you like to do the honors or me?" Marcel said pointing directly at her, his hands in her face with anger and frustration.

Elijah? Annabelle?

"Cleo deserves to know the truth Marcel, you can't go ruining innocent people's lives. Davina isn't as innocent as you think, Cleo is. She deserves to stay that way, she doesn't deserve to have her life ruined like you did me and the others. They don't deserve to be trapped in your circle of lies. You probably have her fantasizing over you." Annabelle shouted at him.

"Cleo is different, nobody will hurt her or touch her. If they decide to lay a finger on her I will have them killed. Trust me Annabelle, you don't understand how much I actually love this girl." Marcel said.

He loved me? He barley knew me.

I was really a heartless person taking care of a granny and a little sister. I stared at the scene in front of me.

"Marcel, you said the same thing about Isobel, Ava, and Dadra. Look where they all are, dead or turned into a vampire than killed by you. What about Rebekah? She's practically a goner, her brother will kill her. Marcel you can't love anyone without hurting them. Nobody can truly love you."

Something snapped inside Marcel, he snapped her neck. The crack was so loud it echoed down the other alleyway. He stuck his face into her neck and tore her head off with his teeth. I gasped with my heart pounding.

Marcel, he turned around revealing his bloody fangs and pure black eyes and poking veins. He drained the blood from Annabelle's lifeless body.

Marcel was a vampire. A cruel one at that fact.

"Marcel, tell me. Who is this Cleo girl she and you were referring too?" Elijah asked before Marcel's men dragged her body into the dumpster along with the chains attached to her wrist.

Why would he do this?

Why would Annabelle risk her life to tell me about Marcel?

"Soon Elijah. Soon. For now if I see you near her I will personally kill you." Than they sped off with their impeccable speed.

Quickly I ran back to my motorcycle and drove back home.

Marcel loved me. He would kill for me. He won't let anyone hurt me.

I'm just afraid I might have to hurt him.

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