Dear Satan,

I would really appreciate it if you could take Niklaus Mikaelson back, I know that he's annoying and hot tempered, but at least in hell, he will be surrounded by people like him.

All of my love, Evie Lockwood Mikaelson xxx

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It is no secret that I am annoyed with Klaus today... Bastard found out I was living with Josh, so, in a calm fashion, I moved to Marcel's loft. And when I say calm, I will describe it to you. You know how when there's a fire practice at school that no one knew about and they tell you to walk calmly, but instead, everyone runs panicking like headless chickens, yes that kind of calm... So now, Marcel has kindly offered me a room in his home.

" Cami, Josh told me how bad things have gotten. I should be there for you. Just let me help!" Marcel yells down the phone as I boredly flip through the pages of a magazine.

"I'm more worried about you. Kieran is dangerous." Marcel says, hanging up the phone... Why is anyone who's name begins with K supposed to be evil? Katherine, Klaus, Kol... Kanye West?

Marcel sighs, turning towards me as if I know what he is supposed to do, I shrug my shoulders, watching him make another phone call.

Once the person picks up, Marcel stays quiet for a few moments before replying, "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm on your "Who's Been Naughty" list. Thing is, Cami needs you. Whatever anger you have towards me, don't make her suffer for it. She's with Kieran."

"Who'd you call?" I ask, taking a swig of my coke.

"The devil himself."He mutters in reply.

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" Come on in. Have a seat. Have a drink, "Marcel says, beckoning Hayley in as she barges into the room.

"Sweet pad" Hayley says, looking all around and smirking as she notices me.

"Oh, it's just temporary. Friend hooked me up. Evie's staying too. Believe it or not, I still got a few of those kicking around. I need friends to keep me informed, to warn me when someone is coming looking to blame me for things that I didn't do. "He smiles as I raise my eyes at Hayley"For the record, you didn't have to work Diego like that. You and I are long overdue for a chat."

"You want to talk? Talk." Hayley says, her eyes looking once towards my bump and then back to Marcel.

"Tough girl. You're a lot like your dad in that way. "Hayley stares at him, urging him to go on as I lean back, observing the situation, sort of trying to impression Elijah," Oh, yeah. I knew him. I knew your whole family. In fact, if you knew them like I did, you'd know just how many enemies they have. Back in the nineties, it was the Crescent wolves who took over the city. Or, tried to. They lived to throw down, and they were good at it, too. They didn't care who they killed as long as they got more power."

"So the Crescent curse was your way of stopping them? How heroic." Hayley says, sarcastically... As usual, I understand non of this, to me, they are speaking Russian... Why does no-one keep me in the know?

" It was either that or kill them all, and I'm not big on indiscriminate slaughter. See, I have this thing about kids." Marcel says, his eyes travelling towards me and the bump.

"You had better be looking at the bump, Marcel Gerard." I warn, to which he smirks.

"Evie, you're only 19, you surround yourself with people that have lived well over 100 years." He pauses, smirking even wider. "You married a man that's over 1000 years old."

I shrug, blushing slightly," What can I say?"I pause,"I have a thing about older boys." He chuckles as Hayley shakes her head at me, trying and failing to hide her smile.

"So, like I said."Marcel continues," I have a thing about children.Oh, and you did more than hear about it, Andréa Labonair. You're living proof. "

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" How long have you known who I am?" Hayley asks, feeling more at ease around Marcel.

" I saw how interested you were in those Crescents. After your little family reunion out at the old plantation house, I started to put two and two together." Marcel says, filling up my glass. Non alcoholic drinks of course.

" Tell me something, Marcel. Did you kill my parents?" Hayley says, clearly hoping for a no.

" There was in-fighting among the wolves. Your folks were laying low. Somebody turned on them. I honestly don't know who. I got there afterwards, found you in your crib." Marcel says, passing me my drink.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe anything that you have to say." Hayley spits, as I add on to the end.

"Why would you ask for answers if you're not going to believe them?" She rolls her eyes at me.

"Believe whatever you want, but you were the last Labonair. I mean, could've been a lot of leverage for our side, but instead, I took you to Father Kieran." Marcel says, dismissing Hayley's rudeness.

"What's that?" Hayley asks, looking at a duffle bag that Marcel has handed to her.

" Money, mostly. Stuff you need to start over someplace safe. Whatever happened in the Bayou, I'm not your guy. But, the way things are going? Eventually, I might have to be." Marcel sighs, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

" Guy on the bike? The bomber? Word is, he had a gambling problem. Owed money to the casinos--more importantly, to the humans who run them. And Hayley? When things get bad, remember, I tried to get you clear of it again."Marcel says to her retreating figure. I sigh, leaning back.

Marcel sighs, turning to look at me. "You know." He begins, adding on another sigh. "I will try my best to protect you and your baby." He pauses with a sigh, " But you do know who the best person for protecting you is, don't you?" I frown.

"Your husband," He starts," Loves you very much, and is probably sorry and suffering in your absence."He finishes. I raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Alright. What did he bribe you with?" He chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

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"Klaus, you need to know I had nothing to do with that business out in the bayou today."Marcel says, answering his phone as I place my book back on the coffee table.

" Why are you doing this?" Marcel asks Klaus whilst looking at the closest wall to him...

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"I know I haven't been around these parts lately. It's a testament to Father Kieran that we could come together and share a drink, and a story or two." Marcel smiles," Kieran rolled into town on a rusty old cruiser after his daddy died twenty-five years ago. And damnit, that guy could party! "Everyone laughs as he smiles,"That was, of course, before he took his vows. But, even then, he was committed to the Quarter. He knew that this town needed him. And, we still do. "He raises his glass"To Father K! "

I raise my glass along with everyone else, a sad smile on my face.

"You alright?" I ask Marcel as he sits back down, putting his glass back on the table in front of us.

"I will be." He smiles.

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"So, Klaus gives you twenty-four hours in the Quarter, and you're spending it coffin-sitting with me, and you're her even though there's a chance Klaus will come and drag you back to his mansion any minute? "Marcel hands her a drink as I smirk, " No preparations for war, no chess pieces to move?"

"We're honouring Kieran. Even us bad guys and pregnant women can take the night off." He shrugs, lifting his glass towards his mouth.

"Maybe you can. Not all the humans are on their best behaviour. This Francesca person cornered me earlier, asking for some key." Cami sighs, resting her feet on Marcel's lap.

"What did you tell her?"Marcel asks, taking a swallow from his scotch... I miss Salvatore bourbon.

"Doesn't matter, I don't have it. Which you know! Or you would have asked what key." She says, her eyes widening as she does so.

" Had Josh lift it for me." Marcel says with a sigh.

"Off my uncle's sick and dying body?" She snaps as I stand up.

"I think I'm going to go now, give you both some time." Marcel's eyebrows raise, looking at me longingly as I hurry out of the room.

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" Sneak attack? Not fair. I'm still pissed" Cami says to Marcel as I join the two of them, at Kieran's funeral reception. Marcel remains quiet, staring at her,"Tell me about the key." She says, suddenly as if the curiosity was killing her, I smirk.

" I thought you said you didn't want to know."Marcel says, also smirking.

"I'd like to say I slept on it, but I didn't sleep. I stayed awake all night next to the body of a hexed priest, only to attend a funeral filled with vampires. So, I'm thinking...you should tell me about the key." She says, causing me to smile... She has fire, I like fire.

Quickly, Marcel glances around to make sure that no one else is listening in,"Kieran told me that the key leads to something that can be used against the supernaturals if we get...too far out of line."He pauses, pulling me closer to fill the triangle," Kieran and I had our ups and downs, but we trusted each other. So, I let it be, because I knew if he had to use whatever Pandora's box that key opens, it'd be because he didn't have a choice."

" So basically, an osterhargen key?"I ask... I am definitely a whovian... And a potterhead... And a tribute...I'm secretly a member of the Volturi and I am president of the Tony Stark fan club... No questions asked, moving on.

"So, what does it open?" Cami asks, crossing her arms angrily.

"I don't know! I turned this city upside-down last night trying to find it. The church, the rectory, I even searched your family's tomb! It's hard to find a needle in a haystack when you don't even know what the needle looks like."

"And you want to know if I have any ideas. That's why you're here!"Cami snaps, feeling awkward, I politely excuse myself to go for a walk.

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I walk with Marcel, totally in the zine as we approach a dark alley. If I was on my own, I would go a different way, however, I am not on my own, I am with one of Dracula's many descendants.

Of course, being in the zone, I walk straight into someones chest, and to my surprise, they rap their arms around me as I try to see their face.

"Your furlough ends when the clock strikes." Of course it's Klaus.

"I'm aware. Don't worry! I intend to be far away from here by then. But, just because I'm across the river, doesn't mean I'm not in the game. "He points at the sky as I try to pull away from Klaus but he holds me close to him," Full moon's coming. I know you're up to something with the wolves, and I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out what. And any way I do the math, it ends with me and my guys dead. Or, maybe we're supposed to fall in line, pledge our allegiance to you all over again so if we get bitten, you might deign to cure us. Is that what you're after? 'Cause it's not gonna happen."Marcel finishes angrily.

"Well, that will be your choice, just as you chose to bring my father to town. You, who knows better than anyone, the specific agony of a father's hatred." Klaus says, rubbing circles into my back and acting as if he does not notice my struggling.

"Klaus-" Marcel begins as Klaus's hands stop.

"I spent decades trying to make up for what your father did! "He composes himself, resuming his circles," How did I fail?"

"Maybe the scars just ran too deep." Marcel says, with a sigh.

"Goodnight Marcellus." Klaus says, speeding to some other desolate spot with me still in his arms.

"Klaus." I say as he lets me pull back, only a tiny bit though.

"Evie." He says with a sigh.

"No." I say, turning my head away from his sad puppy eyes.

"Evie," He says again as I refuse to look at him. "Please come home." He says, his tone quiet.

With his hand that isn't holding me close to him, he grabs my chin, turning my face so that I am looking at him once again. "No." I say, hesitantly. Ignoring me, he places his lips onto mine, and of course, I can't help but kiss back,"Please," He says again, pulling back momentarily before kissing me again. With every ounce of will power I have left, I mutter snidely, "Go back to your witch friend." And with that, I walk away, tears poring down my face as I leave him standing on his own...

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