Niklaus Mikelson

Niklaus stood on the balcony in the compound, barely listening as Marcel spoke to him about how things were in New Orleans now. His bragging about what he had helped build. Niklaus scanned the scene below him when his eyes landed on a person he recognised, a friend from his past, "I thought they were dead." he said. "They were almost dead. I turned them, they came around and you and your siblings had left." Marcel explained, a smirk on his face, "come on, lets go say hello, shall we?" he asked.