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[#186] Won't You Let Me In? (The Originals)
Theme Prompt: #186 - Reputation
Title: Won’t You Let Me In?
Fandom: The Originals (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 761
Summary: Thierry follows Marcel as he deals with a vampire who’s broken the rules.
Sometimes, Thierry still doesn’t know how to live in a vampire world, even twenty years later. During the swinging sixties, when the city is known for embracing shadows, Thierry worries about exposure in New Orleans. He wonders how many rumors will it take for something bigger than Marcel to come to their door, though Marcel never seems worried.
In fact, Marcel rarely worries about anything. He runs New Orleans with a steel fist wrapped in velvet. Marcel can be your friend. He’s certainly charming enough. Thierry has had many conversations with him over the years where they just sit and talk about things only they can understand, mainly about the war. Though their wars were thirty years apart, there’s something universal about the experience. Thierry is grateful for that friendship, but he can still fear the steel fist underneath, waiting to do him in if he steps out of line.
Now is one of those times. Thierry isn’t on the receiving end, thankfully, but he knows the vampire Marcel currently has by the throat. He follows dutifully behind as the older vampire drags him towards the party raging in the Abattoir. It’s late, but not so late that there aren’t a few humans around, paying attention. He takes an anxious step closer, before leaning in to whisper:
“Someone will see you.”
Marcel turns back to him, face grim and determined. “That’s the point.”
Jerome weakly claws at Marcel’s hand, but he’s a vampire of barely a decade, while Marcel has several centuries on them both. He will not get free any more than Thierry could stop him.
They burst into the party, dragging the bloodied vampire behind him, and the music scratches to a halt almost as soon as he enters. Marcel throws the body of Jerome into the center of the room. Jerome lands hard, and wide-eyed vampires glance from him to the man who threw him, standing tall like the leader that he is.
“See, I don’t enjoy doing this. Especially since I think the rules are simple. Easy to follow. In fact, because they’re so easy, it feels like common sense. But some people still think they can get away with shit. Which then upsets me, because I have to do something I don’t want to do: make an example of people I’m supposed to trust.”
He pauses, making his way closer to Jerome, before using his vampire strength to haul him up into the air so everyone can see. “So I want to clarify that none of the rules are bendable. You do not kill each other. You do not betray me. And you do not mess with kids.”
The pointed way he says it brings all the eyes back to the man in the air. Jerome keeps his eyes straight ahead, not looking at any of them, but a path soon clears across the dance floor to the entrance to the Garden. Everyone knows the punishments for breaking the rules. And even Marcel would abide by them. Marcel walks through the room and Thierry follows him. They stop near Marcel's collection of dried-up vampires who are being punished for breaking the rules.
Marcel passes Jerome to Thierry to hold as he goes to clear a spot for him, and Jerome claws at Thierry’s shoulders. “Help me. Please.”
“You dug your own grave, friend,” Thierry whispers. “Nothing I can do for you now.”
Jerome grits his teeth. “You really are going to bow down and kiss the shoes of that—”
Thierry works quickly, his hands coming up, followed by the snap of Jerome’s neck. His body goes limp and dead in his arms as Thierry drops him to the floor. He’ll recover, eventually. Probably by the time that he and Marcel have him bricked in.
Marcel glances back at him, raising an eyebrow, and Thierry shakes his head. “He didn’t really want to finish that sentence.” He knows he doesn’t need to protect Marcel from who he is. A black man as King of New Orleans is always going to have its struggles. But sometimes you just need to save a man from himself.
Marcel smirks. “Sure he didn’t.”
They finish bricking him in, and Marcel steps back with a nod. “It’s good to know that you’ll always have my back.”
Thierry nods, making a promise despite not knowing what the future will hold—or how much of his future will end in this room. “Always.”
Always, he will try to stand for what Marcel built. But even he should realize that will not mean forever.
Title: Won’t You Let Me In?
Fandom: The Originals (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 761
Summary: Thierry follows Marcel as he deals with a vampire who’s broken the rules.
Sometimes, Thierry still doesn’t know how to live in a vampire world, even twenty years later. During the swinging sixties, when the city is known for embracing shadows, Thierry worries about exposure in New Orleans. He wonders how many rumors will it take for something bigger than Marcel to come to their door, though Marcel never seems worried.
In fact, Marcel rarely worries about anything. He runs New Orleans with a steel fist wrapped in velvet. Marcel can be your friend. He’s certainly charming enough. Thierry has had many conversations with him over the years where they just sit and talk about things only they can understand, mainly about the war. Though their wars were thirty years apart, there’s something universal about the experience. Thierry is grateful for that friendship, but he can still fear the steel fist underneath, waiting to do him in if he steps out of line.
Now is one of those times. Thierry isn’t on the receiving end, thankfully, but he knows the vampire Marcel currently has by the throat. He follows dutifully behind as the older vampire drags him towards the party raging in the Abattoir. It’s late, but not so late that there aren’t a few humans around, paying attention. He takes an anxious step closer, before leaning in to whisper:
“Someone will see you.”
Marcel turns back to him, face grim and determined. “That’s the point.”
Jerome weakly claws at Marcel’s hand, but he’s a vampire of barely a decade, while Marcel has several centuries on them both. He will not get free any more than Thierry could stop him.
They burst into the party, dragging the bloodied vampire behind him, and the music scratches to a halt almost as soon as he enters. Marcel throws the body of Jerome into the center of the room. Jerome lands hard, and wide-eyed vampires glance from him to the man who threw him, standing tall like the leader that he is.
“See, I don’t enjoy doing this. Especially since I think the rules are simple. Easy to follow. In fact, because they’re so easy, it feels like common sense. But some people still think they can get away with shit. Which then upsets me, because I have to do something I don’t want to do: make an example of people I’m supposed to trust.”
He pauses, making his way closer to Jerome, before using his vampire strength to haul him up into the air so everyone can see. “So I want to clarify that none of the rules are bendable. You do not kill each other. You do not betray me. And you do not mess with kids.”
The pointed way he says it brings all the eyes back to the man in the air. Jerome keeps his eyes straight ahead, not looking at any of them, but a path soon clears across the dance floor to the entrance to the Garden. Everyone knows the punishments for breaking the rules. And even Marcel would abide by them. Marcel walks through the room and Thierry follows him. They stop near Marcel's collection of dried-up vampires who are being punished for breaking the rules.
Marcel passes Jerome to Thierry to hold as he goes to clear a spot for him, and Jerome claws at Thierry’s shoulders. “Help me. Please.”
“You dug your own grave, friend,” Thierry whispers. “Nothing I can do for you now.”
Jerome grits his teeth. “You really are going to bow down and kiss the shoes of that—”
Thierry works quickly, his hands coming up, followed by the snap of Jerome’s neck. His body goes limp and dead in his arms as Thierry drops him to the floor. He’ll recover, eventually. Probably by the time that he and Marcel have him bricked in.
Marcel glances back at him, raising an eyebrow, and Thierry shakes his head. “He didn’t really want to finish that sentence.” He knows he doesn’t need to protect Marcel from who he is. A black man as King of New Orleans is always going to have its struggles. But sometimes you just need to save a man from himself.
Marcel smirks. “Sure he didn’t.”
They finish bricking him in, and Marcel steps back with a nod. “It’s good to know that you’ll always have my back.”
Thierry nods, making a promise despite not knowing what the future will hold—or how much of his future will end in this room. “Always.”
Always, he will try to stand for what Marcel built. But even he should realize that will not mean forever.