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</div></div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><i><b> Marcel</b></i></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>The city of New Orleans is one of the most visited tourist spots in all of the United States, the streets usually filled with day parties, parades and tourists groups. This sunny evening was no exception as the music from street performers and laughter from people outside filled the streets. For Marcel the noise was greatly amplified, enough so that his ears could easily pick up the ‘clicking’ sound of a digital camera as someone took a picture. However the vampire never minded the liveliness of his city, in fact it’s one of the reasons he loved it so much. <br/>
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He built the city back up after Mikeal had destroyed it and took great pride in how well his city had thrived under his control. And now that the Mikealsons were back Klaus threatened to take back his crown from the current king of New Orleans and this angered Marcel greatly. His sire had left both him and the city and now that it was thriving he suddenly wanted it back. No, he had a great thing going here and Marcel would be damned if he would just hand that back over to the long lost original. <br/>
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He didn’t mind that the originals were back to visit of course, in fact he would go so far as to say he missed them but he could not tolerate them prancing around the place as if they owned it. This also made him look soft in front of his vampires which caused them to question his leader ship of the city, he already had to punish Thierry for betraying his army and he worried who else he would have to take action against. <br/>
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Then there was of course Rebekah, his ex love. His heart ached when he visioned the blonde haired Original, quickly blinking as he tried to get rid of the lingering thoughts of her.<br/>
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Marcel currently pondered this all as he sat alone at a table inside of the compound, taking various swigs of the glass of bourbon which sat in front of him. The compound was dark, filled with his nightwalkers that were drinking from a few tourist’s that had been fetched by his daywalkers.</i>​</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://media.giphy.com/media/YtSVsxouGXcpW/giphy.gif" title="giphy.gif">
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Mirabelle</b></i></span>​</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>“Here ya go.” Mirabelle said softly, placing a glass of rum and cola in front of a customer who sat at a table with her usual sweet smile. “feel free to pay up front when you’re done.” The grandfather clock against the wall chimed, signaling it was seven o’clock and end of her shift. She made her way back to the bar well taking off her apron on the way, chunky heels clicking on the hard wooded floor. Grabbing her purse from underneath the counter the redhead shoved the piece of fabric inside before making her way out the door. “Night! Have a good shift.” She called out to her  co workers, giving a smile and a wave before disappearing out the door.<br/>
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The siphoner witch was not usually this rushed, instead preferring to take her time in the bar after her shift but she had a very good reason to be. Belle’s bestfriend Hayley had called earlier, saying she wanted to meet up and chat. This meant the werewolf was back in town after leaving for Mystic falls for a pretty long time. On the phone the older girl seemed a bit anxious although Belle assumed it was because the apartment they had rented together was now rented to someone else and Mirabelle practically dropped off the face of the earth. She didn’t blame Hayley if she was mad, after loosing the apartment the witch went to live in the compound after Marcel had offered without giving the brunette a heads up on anything. To be fair Belle honestly wasn’t when her friend was coming back and if she was.  <br/>
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In the back of her mind she wondered how long Hayley had been back to New Orleans since she herself had just gotten back after a two week trip from meeting with a record producer in another city. Weirdly upon arriving back in the city things seemed to be differen’t especially with the talk of an original vampire family coming back because of a pregnant hybrid. And although Mirabelle had only seen the family a couple times she knew they were going to make a inprint on the city, they already seemed to be stressing the king of the city and his vampires out although they tried not to show it. <br/>
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