Always Yours

It had been four months since she had left the French Quarter, driven away on an open road, vowing to never look back. To start her own life, find love, have a family of her own with the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life with. After a month of travelling the country, she had finally settled in Seattle.

Rebekah had been living a fairly normal life since leaving New Orleans. She was dating a human, Leo, and moving on from the mess she had left behind. Continually pushing down the whirlwind of emotions that surfaced every time one of her brothers or Marcel popped into her head.

Trying to forget people is never quite as easy as it seems, particularly when you have a thousand years of history behind you. But Klaus seemed intent on his wishes for her to leave the French Quarter and never return, and she had not heard otherwise, until tonight.

Rebekah stared blankly at her phone as it rang.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" A rough voice broke her from her trance. Rebekah looked up at Leo, and forced a smile as she watched him turn his back and place the salad bowl onto the dinning room table.

"No." she answered slowly. "It's no one important." Pocketing her phone she stood to join him, when her phone began ringing again, this time, with the identification of a different brother.

Rebekah sighed and looked at Leo apologetically, "I'll just be a moment." She promised before slipping from the room.

Closing herself into the bedroom she took a deep breath and answered her phone, "Elijah," she breathed, both nervous and excited as to why he might be calling her, however, it was not Elijah's kind voice that answered her.

"Sister. I've been calling."

"Nik." Rebekah's nerves dissipated, instantly turning to anger, "What do you want?"

"You must return to the French Quarter immediately."

"I will not." And though he couldn't see it, her chin stuck out defiantly.

"I am not asking Rebekah." Klaus growled. "Your family needs you." The call ended without so much as a goodbye as Rebekah sank onto the bed in confusion.

Why would Klaus be calling? And after so much time had passed? He must need something from me, she decided, but an uneasy feeling settled into her stomach telling her that that was not the case. Something was really wrong.

"So, tell me again where you're going?" Leo scratched the back of his head, his light features looking concerned as he watched Rebekah almost frantically shove clothes into a small suitcase.

"I'll only be gone for a couple days," she replied.

"Right," he ran his hand through his light brown hair, "That doesn't answer my question."

Rebekah straightened and turned to look at him, giving him a sympathetic smile as she stepped towards him and placed her hands on his strong chest. "I have to go to New Orleans."

"To see your brothers, that I never knew you had?" he sought to confirm.

Rebekah leaned into him as she wrapped her arms around him, "Yes," she replied softly.

"And I can't join you, because…"

Rebekah pulled away to look into his green eyes, "My brothers are fiercely over protective of me," she looked away, "I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"I'm sure they're nothing I can't handle." Gently, Leo touched her chin and redirected her gaze, "Hey, I can take care of myself. I'm a cop remember."

Rebekah pulled away, shakings her head slightly, "I know you can, but this, this is different. Please, trust me."

A frown graced his handsome features, "Bekah, I'm worried about you. Ever since you got that call, something has been…" he struggled to find the right word, "different."

"I know, and I'm sorry," she moved towards the mirror and began packing beauty products. "I just have to go, alone."

What if this is a trap?

The question had squirreled through her mind on more than one occasion, but never as prominently as it was now, as she neared the final stretch leading into town.

What if Klaus changed his mind and realized I'm better off dead?

She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to convince herself that after so long, that couldn't possibly be the case, could it?

Elijah will protect me. No matter what. Elijah would never let anything happen to me. He loves me. He is possibly the only person on this planet who truly loves me.

Tears began to build, and she wondered, as she hand many times throughout the drive why it hadn't been him to have called her to come home.

Rebekah took a deep breath as the town came into sight, just as the sun began to set. She had made the choice to trust Klaus. Now she was wondering, if this might have been the biggest mistake of her life.

Her heels echoed the empty halls as she walked into the empty corridor, glancing around, as if anticipating an ambush.

"You know what they say," The voice seemed to be all around her, "If you love something let it go, if it returned, it was always yours to begin with."

Rebekah looked up to find Klaus peering over the balcony, "Where's Elijah? Why have you called me here?"

"Ah dear sister, those two questions seem to be one in the same." Klaus replied cheekily as he descended the stairs, though as he got closer, Rebekah could see that his features appeared tired and moderately distraught.

"What are you talking about?" Rebekah demanded.

"Elijah seems to have fallen victim into, what you might call, a guilty conscience." Klaus paced in front of her, "He's locked himself away," he motioned to the upstairs corridors, "won't come out or speak to anyone. Which leaves me in quite a predicament."

Rebekah swallowed the lump in her throat, "What happened?"

Klaus frowned, "The witches and some of the vampires decided that my future heir was a threat. They kidnapped Haley."

Rebekah's eyes widened in fear of where Klaus was leading.

"We searched and searched, but they were blocking us with their magic." Klaus explained, "Finally we found them, and with the help of the werewolves, we were able to save the baby, but Haley was already dead."

Rebekah's hand covered her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. "Elijah is…heartbroken…" Klaus scowled, "He will not come out from that room. Leaving me to deal with the child. Of course, I've not had to deal with it personally. But you dear sister, well, you've always wanted a child of your own, and now you have one."