Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

What role was Klaus playing in this beleaguered situation?

Marcel's arrogance was obvious to all, the witches didn't seem to have any power to resist him, they were completely one-sided.

But was that really the case?

Elijah clearly remembered that when they left, vampires and wizards had the same strength, and witches were blessed with magic, so they didn't need to be so weak.

Marcel stepped into Sophie, lowering his voice and sighing softly at the curve of her collarbone. "You will regret not cooperating, Sophie, my darling — I promise you."

Sophie's face went pale, as if she had thought of something extremely disgusting, but she nodded silently.

"You'd better go back to your restaurant and cook your famous okra soup and serve your tourists."

Sophie was in so much pain that her mouth was bleeding, but she still didn't dare resist Marcel.

This damned vampire bastard! Beast! Monster!

Marcel left, and finally gave an order.

"You, you … Take the body with you. "

"What?" Sophie finally asked in surprise. " "No, stop it, Marcel!"

The witches tried to fight them, but the difference in power was too great.

Marcel walked further and further away, his arrogant voice ringing out, "I will temporarily keep your sister's corpse, unless you remember why Klaus would come here."

Sophie shook her head, tears finally streaming down her face. "Marcel, please, her soul will not rest," she pleaded at last, letting go of her pride and dignity.

The man in the group shook his arm, and Marcel answered bluntly and cruelly, "That's none of my business."

There was a flash of surprise in Elijah's eyes. New Orleans was no longer their home.

After leaving, Elijah called Rebecca.

At this moment, his lovely sister was enjoying her bathtub, her fragrance, and her wine.

The bright red Lafite was holding onto the delicious and tempting blood.

Bathtub, essential oil, milk bubble, and blonde little beauty.

Rebecca had always enjoyed her family. She was a beautiful, noble woman with the right and the right, and when she received Elijah's phone call, she was still holding the eighty-two year old Lafite in her hand.

Her golden hair was bound up in braids, revealing her slender white neck and deep collarbone, and the warm water stained her white muscles with a pale pink tinge.

"You want to tell me that after all these years, that person who is said to have died for a very, very long time … Marcel is still alive and well. " Rebecca's drink went askew for a second and she lost her ability to react. She seemed to be shocked and stunned.

Marcel, her old lover, was an old acquaintance.

A disciple and follower of Klaus.

"Yes." "Listen, our Klaus seems to have been involved in some kind of war."

A war between vampires and wizards.

"But I haven't been able to find him yet, Marcel, the former believer and right-hand man of Klaus. He's now the leader of a group of vampires." "Elijah fell into a state of helplessness and confusion. He originally did not hate Marcel when he was young, but now it all depended on his opponent's performance." They're killing people in places where humans are active... "

The sound of Rebecca's drinking stopped, and Elijah knew she was beginning to be curious.

"The wizards are under control," Elijah concluded.

Rebecca didn't show any concern.

"I suspect that Klaus has no idea what the situation is." Elijah began to speak of his brother, the purpose of their visit.

When she heard Klaus's name, Rebecca's voice went from soft and lazy to cold and stiff. "I'm sorry, what did you just say? I was distracted when I heard about Klaus... "