I chuckled, and shook my head. "No, that's not who I'm looking for. I do know him though, had no idea he was in New Orleans." All of that had been a lie. There was no way, I was gonna just spill out the truth to some random stranger, that I'd never met, who just so happened to know Klaus.

Him being one of the good guys would've been too easy.

Marcel cleared his throat. "My apologies." I cocked my head. "Why apologize?" He smirked widely. "I'm sorry you know Klaus. Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, which, I guess is him at the moment." He chuckled, before taking a sip of his drink.

I scoffed, and rolled my eyes. Earning a confused look from Marcel, so I took it upon myself to explain my reaction to him.

"Saying someone, is your worst enemy, gives them too much power over you. Hating someone, is worse for you than forgiving them and just moving on. If you spend your whole life, hating someone, that hate will consume you. And your life won't even be yours anymore. It'll belong to them. Hating him, only makes you his b*tch."

I smirked. Marcel said nothing, as he stared me down. I knew what I was doing. Getting under his skin, was gonna make him be honest with me. He'd be too frustrated to think clearly. Plus, his excessive drinking was helping.

I guess I'm a lot like my dad.

He requested another drink, after downing his previous one, enjoying the way it stung his throat. I smirked, before continuing my rant.

"I mean, sure. Klaus Mikaelson, is an arrogant d*ck. Only thinks of himself. Not a single ounce of humanity in him. But, at least I said goodbye with no regrets. Hadn't even thought of Klaus until today. It's not like I'm strong enough to kill him, or trap him. No one is.." I trailed off. Marcel scoffed.

"Not true Absinthe." He smirked. "Oh?" I said, faking a smile.

I knew it. There was something off about Marcel. He explained everything. Such a naive, and innocent person at one time. The way I see it, Marcel is just some kid throwing a temper tantrum, because he didn't get his way. He even bragged about it.

He had no clue who I was. He wasn't even a hundred percent I was supernatural, he just assumed it, by the way I spoke of Klaus, which of course was lies. More lies than I'd ever told before, I had more regrets, and unfinished business when it came to Klaus, than I did when it came to anyone else.

"Well, good for you Marcel." I said standing up, throwing money on the counter, for the bartender, a young innocent faced boy. I put my hand on Marcel's shoulder, and put my mouth next to his ear.

"Sounds pretty consuming to me." I chuckled before walking out.

I ran into a girl, and immediately apologized. She looked at me with her eyes widened. Like she knew me, but I had no idea who she was.

"Oh my gosh..it's you. I've been looking for you Abi. I'm a friend of The Mikaelson family. And, I need your help." I furrowed my brows, very confused.

This town was full of surprises.

I cleared my throat, and crossed my arms. "Who, are you?" I questioned. She sighed, and smiled softly.

"My name is Hayley Marshall. But we can't talk here. Marcel will kill me. Come with me."