C38 (1/2)

Marcel was showing Klaus his empire, New Orleans under his rule.

Klaus was in the middle of responding, perfunctorily... He was also observing.

Marcel held a wild party, the Arena, an invitation to all young, passionate lives.

A restless, restless, lonely soul, gathered in the City of Pleasure in New Orleans.

Marcel was obviously pleased with the arrangement and said proudly, ”New Orleans, people from all over the country came to our party on the street. You see, some people are just here to have fun, while others are here to find a more dangerous thrill … They get tired of the monotony, so we invite them to my house. ”

A nest of vampires.

Klaus seemed to understand, his lips curling up. ”A party at the Colosseum?” Perhaps it was a vampire feast. He saw the vampires below searching for prey. They handed out leaflets to the crowd, and they stamped their seals on prey that caught their eyes.

”We can satisfy them.” Marcel seemed to get used to it and picked his own prey.

On the night of the carnival, they indulged in their own wild desires.

When the midnight bell rang, the party became a hunting ground for the vampires. They unrestrainedly pounced on their prey, gorging themselves and enjoying their food.

Marcel led Klaus to his hunting ground. They stood behind the railing on the second floor. Marcel happily showed him everything. ”This is how I make my companions happy.”

Klaus only glanced at them once and saw the madness and satisfaction below. Some of them were just sitting or lying down, while some of them were just standing there blankly as they were grabbed and sucked in. Some of them were more agile, and were dragged into the corner before they could even get far, he suddenly thought, It's a good thing that Elijah is not here.

”A buffet?” It had to be said that Marcel's creativity was not bad. Klaus' expression was one of faint appreciation.

”My nocturnal vampire friends like it,” Marcel said, leaning on the railing with both hands and a smile on his rough face. ”They have to work very hard to get a sunring.”

The ring, the sun ring, Klaus remembered. He had given it to Marcel.

Vampires were nocturnal creatures, and they were afraid of the sun, but ancestor vampires were different, so he spent some time researching and finding little things to absorb the light. He made a few and gave them to his people.

Marcel is his son and his believer. Naturally, he already got his hands on Marcel a long time ago. Klaus, come to think of it, he also gave Marcel the recipe.