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[#038] Thicker than Water (The Originals)
Theme Prompt: #038 - Bloodline
Title: Thicker Than Water
Fandom: The Originals
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Spoilers for end of S3/early S4
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 441
Summary: Vampires are reborn into bloodlines, have been since the beginning. And they all lead back to the Mikaelsons.
Vampires are reborn into bloodlines, have been since the beginning. And they all lead back to the Mikaelsons.
For Marcel, it was different. He wasn’t just reborn of their blood through some trick of fate, because another vampire wanted to save him or loved him. Marcel was raised by the Mikaelsons, taught the ways of their ruthless world. He was Klaus’ son, Elijah’s favorite, Rebekah’s love – he was as much theirs as any one person can be without being born into the family and he loved them.
All of them. And he thought that they loved him.
When he became a vampire it was because Klaus allowed him to be. It was his blood that turned him and he became his father’s right hand. No matter how complex the situation or how fraught the uprising, he knew that Klaus would never harm him. That Marcel’s interests were Klaus’ interests, and that Klaus would be on his side. Even when they were fighting over the quarter, there was never any doubt that Klaus did not wish him dead.
(That’s probably changed now, after five years in a hole. Cami may have had a way of calming the beast, but Cami was gone and Klaus had always been a man more driven by anger and wounded pride than anything else.)
The problem is, even if you’re part of their vampire bloodline, that doesn’t make you blood. It doesn’t make you family, and Marcel learned that truth when it came to holding the dead body of his daughter in his arms and feeling Elijah’s hand tearing out his heart. He learned what he somehow already knew – that if you aren’t a Mikaelson, child of Mikael and Esther, than you are easily discarded for their own salvation, no matter how many years they have walked this Earth.
(Maybe he could understand Freya’s desperation. Maybe he already did, because grief and anger lead to desperate things, and Marcel had done the most desperate of all. But that doesn’t make him wrong or them right – maybe in a lot of ways, it just makes them even.)
He knows the Mikaelsons will come for him one day. With every day that ticks by, he knows that they will not leave Klaus alone and in pain if he can help it. In fact, part of him might even be looking forward to the day when they do, and he can finally take them off the map once and for all. Freya, Elijah, Kol and Klaus – the world will be better off without monsters like them.
Rebekah will understand. Hope, his sister, will understand.
That’s what he tells himself, anyway.
Title: Thicker Than Water
Fandom: The Originals
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Spoilers for end of S3/early S4
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 441
Summary: Vampires are reborn into bloodlines, have been since the beginning. And they all lead back to the Mikaelsons.
Vampires are reborn into bloodlines, have been since the beginning. And they all lead back to the Mikaelsons.
For Marcel, it was different. He wasn’t just reborn of their blood through some trick of fate, because another vampire wanted to save him or loved him. Marcel was raised by the Mikaelsons, taught the ways of their ruthless world. He was Klaus’ son, Elijah’s favorite, Rebekah’s love – he was as much theirs as any one person can be without being born into the family and he loved them.
All of them. And he thought that they loved him.
When he became a vampire it was because Klaus allowed him to be. It was his blood that turned him and he became his father’s right hand. No matter how complex the situation or how fraught the uprising, he knew that Klaus would never harm him. That Marcel’s interests were Klaus’ interests, and that Klaus would be on his side. Even when they were fighting over the quarter, there was never any doubt that Klaus did not wish him dead.
(That’s probably changed now, after five years in a hole. Cami may have had a way of calming the beast, but Cami was gone and Klaus had always been a man more driven by anger and wounded pride than anything else.)
The problem is, even if you’re part of their vampire bloodline, that doesn’t make you blood. It doesn’t make you family, and Marcel learned that truth when it came to holding the dead body of his daughter in his arms and feeling Elijah’s hand tearing out his heart. He learned what he somehow already knew – that if you aren’t a Mikaelson, child of Mikael and Esther, than you are easily discarded for their own salvation, no matter how many years they have walked this Earth.
(Maybe he could understand Freya’s desperation. Maybe he already did, because grief and anger lead to desperate things, and Marcel had done the most desperate of all. But that doesn’t make him wrong or them right – maybe in a lot of ways, it just makes them even.)
He knows the Mikaelsons will come for him one day. With every day that ticks by, he knows that they will not leave Klaus alone and in pain if he can help it. In fact, part of him might even be looking forward to the day when they do, and he can finally take them off the map once and for all. Freya, Elijah, Kol and Klaus – the world will be better off without monsters like them.
Rebekah will understand. Hope, his sister, will understand.
That’s what he tells himself, anyway.
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