Synopsis: She has loved and hated her brother in equal measure for centuries, but sometimes the hate is just so powerful. Set around 4x01 and 4x09.
hate is spitting out each other's mouths
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''I've spent my whole life loving and hating my brother in equal measure.''
Rebekah, 3x08: Ordinary People
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Some days she hates him so much she thinks she might drown in it. These are the days where she shouts and rages and he returns every sharp word she throws at him with a cruelty that leaves her breathless. These are the days where she reaches out with her hand and doesn't know whether she means to wrap it around his throat or plunge it between his ribs to tear out the heart that should rightfully be hers.
These are also the days where he catches her hand before it touches his face and he twirls her around (the same way he would on the dance-floor – it reminds her of dancing so much sometimes, this little game they play) and his lips are at her ear and he claims she's his and he'll never let her go. She can never quite figure out if he means he will prevent her from leaving (wrap his arms around her tighter and tighter until she chokes) or that he will never leave her.
She knows with certainty it's the former, but she hopes, hopes, hopes, and maybe that is why it hurts so much later, why it feels like he ripped out her heart and she can't even gather the will to fight against the weakness in her knees, the burn of vervain in her lungs. Maybe that is why her stomach fills with rage and her eyes with tears and she shouts and shouts, trying to make him understand, trying to make him see.
Some days she hates him so much she feels like it might boil over. On one of these days he shouts and she rages and she squeezes her hands and it leaves him gasping and breathless like she squeezed his throat, his lungs, his heart. On one of these days his hands reach out and he steals her breath away as he undoes centuries of promises with the same cold cruelty that always leaves her undead heart racing. On this day he breathes words in her ear that break her heart as surely as he would have if he drove a stake through it and then – SNAP – and just like that, she's falling.
(Some days she still loves him so much she thinks it might just ruin her.
As she picks herself up from the floor with blood staining her front and the ghosts of hands around her throat in her memory, as she gasps back to life in a cellar in the forest, surrounded by sacrifices and a girl staring at her with wide eyes and a dagger in a trembling hand, she decides that she is not going to let it.)
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A/N: Dedicated to Loup, who got me into klebekah in the first place.