C27 (1/2)

Elya had always been a man who left a lot of leeway.

He was elegant, he was calm, even, he was indifferent, Marcel did not hate Elijah, but he rejected men like Elijah.

It was also a very annoying trait, especially since Elijah liked to show innocence and leniency at all times.

”Me?” Marcel looked at Elijah's helpless expression. Klaus never listened to anyone's thoughts or opinions. ”You and your brother are becoming more and more self-righteous, aren't you?”

Elijah continued to smile and taste the wine.

Marcel pounded on the table and looked across at the lukewarm Elijah. He was angered by the fact that he and Klaus shared the same job, ”You came to my place like you came to your own home.”

Elijah smirked and put a mouthful of wine into his mouth, ”This place was once our territory. As far as I can remember, back then …” We all had a good time, but we couldn't get rid of those annoying witches in the French Quarter. ”

Marcel's face changed. He too was thinking of his former happiness and freedom.

”How did you do it?” Elijah looked at Marcel. This was a problem that not even the progenitor vampires could solve.

”Your brother asked me the same question,” Marcel had found his advantage. He crossed his arms over his chest and answered with a smile, ”I also gave him the same answer, it's my business.”

Elijah finished his drink and put down his goblet with a crisp hum.

”Everything in this area is mine,” said Marcel, grinding his white teeth. ”Klaus came back here very kindly, and then he scoffed at everything I did, as if it were a cheap copy of one of his damned paintings.”

Elijah thought of Klaus's expression, and it was true. Marcel's anger calmed him a little.

”In the end, he got angry like a little bitch,” Marcel, the victim, complained, and Elijah seemed to recall many times that his brother, Klaus, had been successful in causing trouble. ”Bite one of my trusted aides!”