C50 (1/2)

”You don't understand, Marcel isn't just any human who turned Klaus into a vampire,” Rebecca said, as if she'd swallowed a fly. She hated remembering anything that had happened before, and it made her want to kill him.

Indeed, both Klaus and Rebecca had loved Marcel deeply, one family, one love.

Sophie was shocked, her eyes narrowed, and her anger rose. What a funny word Rebecca had said. Did he love Marcel?

”I was there the day they met,” Rebecca said, lost in sad and moving memories. ”We went to bury my Emir, the governor's only son, my former love.”

Rebecca told Sophie that they had met a black child who had been whipped. He was small and shriveled, his eyes stubborn and bruised.

To their surprise, he turned out to be the governor's other child, his illegitimate son, at a time when white and black hierarchy was strong, and his mother's identity was obviously embarrassing and unpleasant to everyone.

It seemed to Sophie that Rebecca's face was sighing, half love, half hatred, the rest hidden in the mist of her breath.

”Klaus saw the weak resistance of the child, the man's whip still mercilessly lashing down from the horse, and the blood blossoming on the poor child. It was a sweet taste.”

Rebecca and Elijah both thought that Klaus would be too lazy to care about them. He had never had any kind intentions, but he went to the side and grabbed a small stone. He threw it with all his might, breaking through the heart of the perpetrator and saving the child.

”Klaus saved Marcel?” Sophie's face began to move.

”Yes.” Maybe at some point, Klaus saw himself in Marcel, and he thought of saving a child who was still willing to fight.

The illegitimate children who were beaten and abused, Klaus and Marcel.

Rebecca still remembered the first time Klaus and Marcel had met. Her emotions were so complicated that even a thousand years had passed.

The wind and the rain that day were both cold, but the child's eyes were bright with vitality. He was very direct, and also very warm and straightforward.