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"Do you have to go?" Hope asked. "I do. But I'll be back very, very soon. And I won't be alone." I told her with a smile. She smiled back before I gave her a hug. "I'll call you every night before bed, okay? If your Uncle Derek needs your help. What are you gonna do?" I said. "Help him." She smiling. "And if Uncle Scotty wants you to do something stupid with him," I said looking at Scott on the steps to his house. He threw his arms into the air offended. "Hey!" He said. "What do you say?" I asked her. "No thanks." She said. "That's right." I said smiling. "Hope who do you like more, your uglier, and totally uncool uncle Derek? Or your cooler, True Alpha uncle Scott?" Scott asked. Derek grabbed Scott and put him into a headlock as the two men horsed around. She looked at me. "Men are weird." She whispered. "I know right. Sooner or later. You'll have men practically at your heels begging for you." I told her with a wink. "I'm a Mikaelson....I'm bound to be attractive." She said with a smirk skipping away to Derek and Scott. I stood up. That smirk...there's only smirk in the world like it. And it belonged to her uncle...Stiles. I sighed getting into the truck driving back to New Orleans after waving goodbye.

I stood in the against the tunnel wall as Marcel walked in. "Marcellus. Can I assume your soiree for Alistair was a raging success?" I asked with smirk. "Alistair don't give a damn about having his ego stroked. He used the party for the audience, so he could throw down a challenge. OR is that what you intended?" Marcel ranted. "How difficult to be king." I said pacing the length of the boundary. "An outsider has the gall to question your rule and you have no one to offer counsel." I stated. "You think I don't know. The day after I bit Elijah he should have died. But his sire line is still out there. So I had Vincent cast a spell to figure out how that could be. I turns out the lives of your siblings are anchored to you. Now, I don't give a damn about the others, but I'm not gonna let anything happen to Rebekah." Marcel said. "Of course you don't. After all, I wouldn't be in this quaint little boundary prison of yours if she hadn't stabbed me in the back with that blade that you carelessly wave around like a flag." I said getting close to the boundary and feeling the electric buzz on the tips of my fingers. "Lucky for me, my sister still holds your fancy. You may have no choice but to kill poor Alistair." I said with a raised eyebrows and a smirk.  "Ah, well, heavy head, heavy crown, et cetera, et cetera." I said. "If I kill Alistair, his theory gains traction. The vampires turn against me. They storm the city. And if they find you, all they need is a drop of your blood, and then their witches can track your family. Even Hope." Marcel said. "But, hey. I guess that's my problem, right?" Marcel asked sarcastically walking away. I snarled speeding to the boundary banging my fist onto the invisible wall. "MARCEL!! If so much as a hair is touched on her hair. I swear...the world will rue the day I break out of here. Because the King of Vampires will have reclaimed his crown and I would have every single person that a part to play in her pain slaughtered in mere seconds. With a snap of my fingers as my own personally army of unstoppable and immortal Oni hunt them down one by one...beheading...dismembering...and repeating. Until every last one of them are nothing but a bag of undead flesh and bones. I highly suggest...you don't anger us, Marcellus. We aren't particularly gracious for your hospitality." I spat flashing scarlet red irises. "You wanna beat Alistair...you're gonna need us. Unless....you want to be labeled a sympathizer to my family?" I said growling. Marcel turned and looked at me. "What did you have in mind?" He asked. A smirk grew along my face. "A bit of throat-slashing. Some maiming. The 'Stiles Mikaelson' special." I said with a shrug. Marcel nodded his head. "Fine. But we're doing this my way."  He said. "Yes, of course. Of course.....of course." I said smirking as he left me. "Wouldn't have it any...other...way." I said before taking a seat on the ground and began humming my Ripper tune.