just to let ya know, this chapter will be kinda all over the place. or fast-paced cause I'm just giving the basics of how Marcel ended up at the Salvatore School.

the previous day...

New Orleans

In the French Quarter- the Mikaelson compound specifically- Marcel and a couple of vampires were enjoying fresh blood straight from the source. He'd compelled them all to stay calm while doing so, and since they were tourists, none of the vampires were allowed to kill.

Whoever did, accidentally or not, got killed.

Their feeding session didn't last very long, though, because Marcel had called the Mikaelson witches over to help him with something. Something weird he discovered.

The previous day, Marcel found a box hidden in the concrete walls of the compound. It had a picture in it of a young girl with green eyes and on the back of it there was an address written down. In his handwriting, but he didn't remember ever writing it down. And what's more interesting is that the paper was fairly new.

He dismissed the vampires and the tourists after compelling them to forget the day's events. Freya and Davina both walked through the entrance as they left.

"It would be nice to invest in blood bags," Freya rolled her eyes as one of the vampires passed her. He had blood on the corner of his mouth.

"I've gotta keep my people happy. They love it fresh from the source, so I'll give it to them fresh from the source. Alright?"

"Whatever, Marcel."

Davina shoved her hands in the pockets of her trench coat. "Why'd you call us over?"

"Because something's off with me, and you two are probably the only ones powerful enough to help me figure out what that is."

"Couldn't you just blackmail a witch and make them help you?"

"No, Freya, because you'd make it your mission to torture me, for the rest of your life. Hell, you'd probably train that son of yours to do the same, and make it a family legacy," Marcel laughed, extending his hand towards the stairs. "It's up this way. Coming?"

Reluctantly, the two witches followed Marcel up the stairs and into a "guest" room he claimed for himself, not daring to touch any of the others. He took the box and opened it, handing the women the picture he had.

"Now, do either of you know why I can't remember this?"

"Um, no. What the hell do you think we're supposed to do about this?" Freya snarked.

"I don't know?"

"This is a complete waste of my time. I'm going back home. I have a husband what will go back to his psycho days if I don't get back, so-"

"Davina... Freya, please."

"Marcel. Ever thought, maybe, you're just getting old?"

Marcel squinted his eyes. "I'm immortal. We don't forget so easily."

"You're forgetting who my brother was. I'm well aware, Marcel." Freya sighed, rolling her eyes. Davina did the same, also silently giving in. "Alright, fine."

"Thank you."

"Still don't know what to do with this." Davina took the picture from Freya's hands, looking at the girl. Before she could make a smart remark, she had weird ping in her heart that she knew as recognition. Marcel saw how her facial expression changed as she felt it.

"Hey now I know that look. That's exactly how I was when I saw it too," Marcel pointed out.

"What are you talking about?"

Davina held the picture up to Freya's line of sight. "Look at it. Does she seem familiar to you too?"

"I..." And of course, after getting a good look at it too, Freya got the same feeling. "Wait, I... do you think all our memories of this girl were.... what, taken?"

"Sounds weird, right? Yeah I thought so too."

"If we know her why can't we remember?" Davina questioned.

"I'm guessing whatever answers we're looking for, we'll find it at that address."

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The three of them wasted no time going to the address about two states away. Freya said goodbye to her wife and son after letting her know she'd be gone for a while. However, Kol (Davina's husband and Freya's brother, of course) insisted he came along as well.

Getting out of the car, they could immediately sense something off about the place because the front door was broken into.

"What a cute little town," Freya sighed longingly. "I bet it's peaceful here."

"Tell that to the broken door," Kol scoffed. "Breaking and entering. You think that poor girl was hurt?"

"We're here to find that out."

Marcel took the first step into the apartment. "Looks like no one's been here in years."

"Wanna search the place?" Davina asked. Marcel and Kol sped around to do a quick search, but there wasn't much around for them to find. They returned to the entrance, shaking their heads.

Freya looked down at the pile of mail at the door then picked up a rand envelope. Coincidentally, the very first one she touched was addressed to "Marcel Gerard" and "Melori Collins."

"Well, now we know you had a direct connection to this girl," she said, handing the mail to Marcel.

Marcel ripped open the mail, quickly scanning over it. "I was paying rent here? I still am?! What the hell is all this, man?"

"Okay... I think I can connect the dots here," Freya sighed, running her temples. "I think we all knew- know- Melori."

"How do you suppose, sister?"

"Well, Marcel's apparently been paying rent for this girl, Davina and I both have this feeling in our chests at the sight of her. Marcel too, maybe even you, but you're you and you don't really show feelings."

"Touché."

"And we all just... suddenly forgot at some point. The same happened with Hope."

"It did?" Davina cocked her head to the side.

Freya nodded, "it did. Josie Saltzman got everyone's memories back. But the magic required to do it... it's dark."

"So what? Just do it. I don't like someone messing with my head, sister, it's unsettling. And it makes me want to rip out the spine of the ass that did it in the first place," Kol snarled.

"It's not a person, it's a golem. Malivore. Anyone thrown into it gets forgotten forever."

"Unless we do the spell," Davina nodded. "Personally, I wouldn't want to be forgotten. It must be lonely for this girl."

"Davina, it's dangerous. If something goes wrong, everyone we're trying to make remember Melori could lose all their memories."

"Then we do it right, Freya."

The woman sighed, knowing how stubborn Miss Davina Claire is. She ran a hand through her blonde hair. "Okay, we need something personal of hers, or...someone close."

Everyone looked at Marcel.

"I don't like this already, okay."

"It won't be painful." Freya closed her eyes, raising her hands up slowly. Davina followed suit, but only channeling her energy into Freya. It was so that Freya could keep the dark magic from consuming her. Freya opened her eyes for a second, smirking st Marcel. "I promise."

"I really don't like this, F-"

The witch pushed her hands forward, a swarm of red and black mistified energy rushing toward Marcel. In the same time, a barrier of dark energy passed through all in the room. And it even traveled to both New Orleans and Mystic Falls. But the four all collapsed, one practically lapping over the other.

Hours later, Freya woke up. She was the first one to do so, and at first she was confused as to why Marcel and her siblings were also on the floor of this disgusting place.

But then it clicked. All her memories came back. The memories she had of Melori- post Malivore.

She also realized it had been three years since any of them last saw the poor girl.

"You son of a bitch, Marcel!" She smacked him a couple times before he jerked awake. That caused the others to wake as well. "You were supposed to protect Mel!"

"What are you-?" It also took the rest of them to orient themselves.

"Ugh! We don't have time for this. Where... where could she-"

"Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god. Where the hell is my daughter?!"

"Marcel, shut up!" The four of them got up and dusted themselves off. Freya sighed heavily, "I think I know most likely place she said, if she's not in Malivore."

"What the hell even is that?" Kol asked, also pretty concerned for Melori. Every Mikaelson played a roll in getting her back to some kind of normal. They all cared for her as she did them. "And how do I destroy it?"

"We don't, but that doesn't matter right now, Kol, okay? We need to get to Mystic Falls. To the Salvatore School."

don't grill me for the shit chapter. it happens.

that's all. bye bye.

kisses x

p.s: thank you, of course :3