Everyone wanted to stay two steps ahead of their rivals, didn't they? Marcel hardly had any enemies in this city but he was being prepared. He knew there was a war slowly brewing in the shadows and it wasn't even the one that the angels had brought them here to fight. It was the war that Kol was causing. The war the secrets between factions would start. Marcel needed to be prepared for it all.
Who knew what Klaus had planned. The man was made on secrets and Marcel needed an empire to eventually stop him. Marcel wouldn't let anything happen to the people he cared about. That was Davina and Rebekah and Cami and everyone else be damned.
That was so easy to say. But when things came down to it, it was all so fucking complicated. The Mikaelsons were family. They had always been his family. Even through the fucked up shit. He was screwed all the way around.
But that was then and right now Marcel was just focused on creating his own empire here. Dark eyes watched Cece and he smirked as she sipped on her drink. This girl. "Juste un peu." He cocked his head and looked her over. Oh, she was trouble.
I hardly doubt that, he wanted to say but Marcel just nodded his head. He didn't think she was searching out potential future vampires to turn. She was human. He could hear her heartbeat plain as day and it caused that familiar rumbling in the pit of his stomach. "I hear that." He licked his lips. She might make for a nice bite.