"Dad?" Darla asked, looking up at her father as they walked down the familiar streets of New Orleans. "Where are we going?"

"I want you to meet someone." He replied, a dimpled smile on his face.

"Oh, really?" Darla teased. "Is this someone a woman?"

"No, Darla," The Original rolled his eyes. "You're the only girl in my life, and we both know this."

"Still don't understand why, but alright then. If it isn't a woman, who is it? Some old vampire friend?"

"Close, but not quite."

"Another Mikaelson sibling? Come on, dad, aren't there enough of you already?"

"Oh, he's not my sibling. He's yours."

At this, Darla was stunned. She'd never even heard a single word about having a sibling, and suddenly she was meeting him?

"What?!"

Chuckling, Klaus opened the door and ushered the confused girl inside, making her even more so after seeing that they were now in a bar. The last place she ever thought she'd go with her father, of all people.

Looking around, she saw numbers of people, all drinking and having a grand time together. No one who looked like they were waiting for their father and long lost sister.

"Come." Klaus spoke, placing a hand on Darla's back and leading them to a table, where Klaus found himself watching the captivating man on stage sing happily.

"Where is he?" Darla asked, looking around the room.

"Patience, Darla Hope." Klaus chastised. "All will reveal itself momentarily, I promise."

Sighing, Darla didn't stop her search for her sibling. Immediately, she ruled all women in the bar out, followed by all the older men playing pool and drinking together. But then that left everyone else who wasn't approaching them, leaving Darla stumped. Maybe he wasn't there yet?

But in the midst of her searching, she failed to see the man right in front of her. New Orleans' prince, Marcel Gerard.

"Klaus!" He boomed with a grin, making the hybrid stand up and bring him in for a hug, and effectively gaining the teen's attention. "Long time, no see."

"Marcellus." Klaus grinned in response, clapping the man on the back. "It's been too long, indeed. But enough of that. I've brought someone here that I'd like you to meet."

Looking at the astonished young girl, he mirrored her reaction quite perfectly.

"Is this...?" He asked his father figure, pointing a finger down at the girl.

"Indeed it is." Klaus smiled with pride. "Darla Hope, meet Marcellus. Your brother."

"Please, call me Marcel."

As the man offered her his hand, she shook it, still in shock.

"Darla..." She murmured. "H-How come I've never heard of you before?"

"Yeah, Klaus," Marcel teased. "Why hasn't she heard of me before? I've heard all about her."

Putting his hands up in surrender, Klaus smirked and looked at his two prides.

"Ask Rebekah, not me. When I had her she was too young to know who you were and you were out of town. After Rebekah took her, you came back."

"Why didn't Bex tell me?" Darla inquired. "This is kind of stuff one would like to know."

"Oh, well I'm sure that Marcel would love to answer that one."

"At least get a few drinks in me first."

And that's just what they did. After downing a beer quickly, he sighed and looked toward his newly found baby sister, who was still looking at him in anticipation.

"So why hasn't Bekah told me about you?" She asked bluntly, making the men smile at each other.

"Oh, she was so raised by Rebekah." Marcel chuckled. "But to answer your question, D, it's probably because the memory hurt too much."

"Don't get too cocky, there, Marcellus." Klaus rolled his eyes. "I can only imagine what she has to say about the matter."

"Wait. You and Rebekah...?" Darla asked, wiggling around a finger for added affect, earning a nod from the handsome man. "Gross!"

"What's so gross about that?" Marcel asked.

"Well, for starters, she's dad's sister, making her your aunt."

"Hey, I'm adopted, just like you." He smirked. "We have no blood relation at all, thus making her not my aunt, but my father figure's hot little sister. It'd be like you dating Kol, or something."

"Which will never ever happen ever or else you're both dead." Klaus interjected, staring Darla in the eyes. "I assume you can figure out the fate of their relationship was at the end of a dagger."

"Hey, I have someone, thanks." Darla said with her hands up in surrender. "And really, dad? Again with the daggers? Have you never had a chill in your life? I mean nothing personal, Marcel, that's gross, but the dagger wasn't necessary."

"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes. "But damn, Klaus. Letting her date already?"

"...It's complicated."

"His name is Kit and dad loves him but hates me dating." Darla explained.

"Well wait until I get a crack at him."

"Ah, yes. My older, fellow adopted brother, who looks the same age as my father. How easy will that be to explain?"

"Uncle, then."

"Won't work." Klaus said, sipping his drink. "He's met all of us."

"He's already met the family?!"

"He's been over for dinner quite a bit. It was inevitable."

"Fine. What about biological brother?"

"Nope, too messy." Klaus spoke. "Brings up too many questions."

"God father, then." Marcel suggested with a clap. "Dad's best friend and sole keeper of Darla Hope Mikaelson if anything happens to him."

"Fair enough."

The trio laughed at the most recent of scenarios they'd come up with to cover up the raging vampirism. And after hours more of conversation, Klaus realized how late it had gotten, and that Darla had school the next day.

"Come along, Darla." He spoke, standing up. "You can visit Marcel whenever you'd like, but you have school tomorrow, and I am not going to hear your protests in the morning because you 'didn't get enough sleep'."

"But dad," The girl whined. "It's not even that late!"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed down the smile on his face at the sight of how close Darla and Marcellus had grown over the short amount of time. She didn't want to leave because she was having fun with her brother. But they both knew that if she didn't get to bed, soon, she would be nothing short of a nightmare in the morning.

"Come on, D, Klaus is right." Marcel spoke, being just the right amount of reinforcement that he needed at the moment. "Can't have my baby sister all drowsy in school tomorrow! Plus, if it's okay with your dad, I'll pick you and this little boyfriend of yours up from school and take you guys to get something to eat. It'll give me a chance to hang out with you and grill the little punk while I'm at it. Sound good?"

Nodding happily, Darla hugged Marcel tightly and smiled at him before saying her goodbyes.

"Bye, Marcel." She spoke. "See you tomorrow!"

"See you later, little sis!"

"Thank you, Marcel." Klaus said quietly to the man when Darla wasn't paying attention. "It means a lot to me that you two are well acquainted and have a relationship. Because whether you like it or not, we're family."

"Yeah, yeah." Marcel rolled his eyes with a smile. "She's a good kid. Looks like you're doing something right."

"I'll see you tomorrow, I suppose."

"I'll see you then, Klaus."

"Oh, and by the way? Don't take them for ice cream. They met while eating ice cream. Don't want any extra sparks flying about, now would we?"

"Dad!"

"Hush, now, darling, the grown ups are talking."

"Got it." Marcel laughed. "Now go before Darla stays up past her bedtime."

"Really, Marcel?"

"Sorry, D!"