Mikael had been set free, and the Mikaelson family was consumed with terror at the news. They had spent years running from their father before, apparently, they were to begin this game of cat and mouse, once more.

As soon as they heard, Klaus had them all packing up. He planned on sending them to different locations, but Rebekah thought differently.

"If we separate, he'll have an easier time picking us off, like flies. Elijah? Kol? Don't you agree?"

She was met with silence, enraged, she threw the vase next to her, with a shout, and stomped up to her room. They could discuss the plan all they wanted, she wanted no part in it.

"Bloody insane...completely ridiculous!" She fumed as she entered her bedroom.

Tears came to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. What was she to do? She couldn't run anymore; she knew that much. She had spent most of her life running; no more.

As her phone vibrated in her pants pocket, an idea popped into her head. Snatching it, she ignored the text message and went to dial her number. She held her breath as it began to ring.

Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up.

Right before it went to voice mail, a feminine voice answered, "Hello?"

Rebekah let out a relieved sigh as her voice filtered through the phone. It had been so long since she had heard her voice.

"...it's me.." Her voice broke as she tried to speak.

The tears she was holding back fell, cascading down her cheeks in humiliating rivulets. She always managed to do this to her.

"Rebekah? Rebekah, darling, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Like always, there was no anger in her voice, only concern. Rebekah hadn't contacted her in almost twenty years, but she still wasn't angry with her.

She sniffled, "He's back. Someone let him out, and he's coming for us again. Klaus wants to send us all away, but he just...we can't..."

She couldn't continue speaking, her body heaving from years of repressed sobs. She wanted to roll her eyes at how ridiculous this was. All it took was her voice, and she was reduced to a pile of tears.

"Rebekah darling, calm down...who's back? You're not explaining things very well.."

She choked back a sob, "O-Our father. He's going to k-kill us a-a-all.."

There was a growl over the phone, and quite a few choice adjectives before the woman came back to speak.

"Where are you, Rebekah?"

She knew better than to argue with that tone of voice, "Mystic Falls, Virginia."

"Alright, you still wear the necklace I gave you?"

"Of course," she bit out, appalled that she even had to ask.

Immediately, her free hand flew up to hold the pendant within her hand. It was a small, white jewel, encased within a sort of cage-like structure. Rebekah didn't know the importance it held, besides the fact that it was a gift from her.

A chuckle reached her ears through the phone, and she smiled, "good, don't take it off. I'll be there tomorrow, alright? Can you keep yourself alive for me, till then?"

"I think I can manage that one."

"Be careful, Rebekah, and don't go anywhere alone. If you die on me...I swear I'll bring you back to torture you, myself. Do you understand me?"

Rebekah grinned, giggling as she did so, "yes Ma'am."

"Goodbye Darling, I'll see you tomorrow."

Sliding the phone back into her pocket, Rebekah was glad that Klaus had had the walls made soundproof. None of her siblings heard her conversation, so they would be none the wiser to their expected guest.

Picking herself up off the floor, where she had collapsed due to her hysteria, she strutted her way to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up before going to air out a room for their guest to stay in. She chose the one right across from hers, selfishly wanting her as close as possible.

She couldn't hear her family, so she guessed that they left while she was on the phone. Once she had the room sorted, she made her way to the kitchen to take her mind off things.

Cooking wasn't the funnest thing for her to do, but it kept her busy, and in the house. She needed to stay alive until tomorrow, she would take care of everything after that.

It wasn't too long before she heard the front door open, and the sound of footsteps heading her way. Sighing, she continued setting the table before she placed the food dishes upon it.

"Rebekah, what are you doing, dear sister?" Elijah's voice rang out.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Really, brother, I thought you were smarter than this. Is your eyesight beginning to fail you?" She teased, shooting him a grin as she grabbed the plate of steaks she had cooked, earlier.

"Not yet, dear sister, but I am very curious as to why you've decided to cook for us. Usually the maids handle this. What's come over you?"

She shrugged, "I needed something to do, and staying inside is the safest, right now. By the way, we'll be receiving a guest, sometime tomorrow."

Klaus decided to make his presence known, then, and stomped into the kitchen, plopping into a chair at the table. Kol followed right behind him.

"A guest? Rebekah, I didn't invite anyone over, why would you deign to do so? Besides, you're plane leaves tomorrow morning. You'll be halfway to Rio before any guest of yours arrives here." Klaus mocked, knowing she wasn't happy with his plan to begin with.

She ground her teeth together, fighting back the urge to tell him just how wrong he is. Instead, she smiled, placing the last bowl of mash potatoes on the table before sitting down, herself.

"I'm not leaving, Klaus. I'll not be playing Father's game, anymore." Her voice rang out, brooking no arguments, but alas, her life could never be that simple.

All of her brothers turned to look at her, getting ready to fight. Really, she wasn't in the mood for this. As three solid knocks rang out, she grinned.

Saved by the door.

One of Klaus' hybrids opened the door, and it took everything they had not to groan, aloud. As a herd of footsteps came closer, their eyes swiveled to the dining room doorway.

Elena stood in front, fear etched onto her face. Anyone could tell that she didn't want to be there, but how does that saying go again?

The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.

That's what started this mess to begin with. With an internal eye-roll, Rebekah stood up to glare at the girl.

"What are you doing here, Elena and Company? Haven't you done enough?" She snarled, her fists clinching.

She frowned, "it's not like you didn't have this coming. You've attacked everyone I've ever loved, but arguing isn't going to get us anywhere–"

Klaus snorted, "if you think we are going to help you, doppelganger, think again. At this moment in time, each of us has a plane ticket that will take us all across the globe. You'll have to rely on you precious, boyfriends, this time around."

Elena's eyes widened, her fear escalating, "please, Klaus, I'm begging you..."

Rebekah knew this wasn't going to end well, but she could do nothing to stop it. Neutralizing someone wasn't her specialty, it was hers.

As the voices raged on around her, she fought off a migraine while making her way to her room.

"While you guys are busy fighting, I'll be heading off to bed. Goodnight."

Honestly, she couldn't remember a time that her family wasn't fighting, each other, or others. All she ever wanted was for them to get along. She wanted a family, a real family.

With a sigh, she glided into her bedroom, stopping to change into her pajamas before sliding into bed. Today had been a long day, and tomorrow was going to be, too.

Closing her eyes, it wasn't long before her breaths evened out and she fell into a land of dreams.

XxX

The first thing she noticed when she awoke, was how dreary today felt. The second, was the storm raging on outside her window.

Frowning, she slid out of her bed and made her way into her bathroom. Turning the water as hot as she could, she stepped under the steaming spray and let herself relax as she cleansed herself. It wasn't thirty minutes later, and she was out of the shower and wrapped inside a towel. Marching into her bedroom, she stood in front of her closet, staring into it, intensively.

What to wear...

Deciding upon a pair of white skinny jeans, and a blood red blouse, she dressed and headed downstairs. She couldn't hear her brothers, so she made her way into the livingroom to watch some tv before they awoke. Once they got up, she never got to choose what they watched. They outnumbered her, three to one.

Settling on a Blue Bloods marathon, she made herself comfortable on the couch and stayed that way for the next few hours. As the clock struck two in the afternoon, her nerves began to get the best of her. She needed a drink, and she needed it now.

Slipping on a pair of heels at the door, she snatched her keys from the foyer table and left to head to the Mystic Grill.

She knew better than to leave, but she couldn't stay in that house any longer. Besides, she mused, she would get here soon.

With that thought in mind, she drove straight to the grill. As soon as she parked, she made her way inside, sitting at the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey. She wasn't fond of the drink, but she needed something strong, for today.

As the bartender set the bottle in front of her, she smiled at him, alluringly. Maybe, she could get a little more out of this besides getting drunk.

Twenty minutes later, half a bottle down, she was beginning to feel tipsy. Giggling to herself, she beckoned the bartender over and compelled him to follow her to the girls bathroom, a little after she left, herself.

Entering the restroom, she grinned as she heard his heart pounding in his chest as he came closer. The grin was wiped off her face, pretty quickly, when the heart stopped beating, altogether.

Eyes wide, heart threatening to beat out of her chest, she stared at the door in horror, waiting. Inwardly, she cursed her stupidity at leaving the house. She had told her not to, and this was exactly why. Her breathing became erratic as she waited, and waited.

When she watched the doorknob turn, she flinched as her father stood before her in all his menacing glory.

"Hello, father, to what do I owe this visit?" Her voice never wavered, and she was proud of herself for that.

His eyes narrowed on her, and she wondered how she ever fond him endearing as a child. Of course, she had been his favorite, but that was no matter. In his eyes, she was nothing but a monster, now.

"You know why I've come, Rebekah. I'm just surprised that you'll be the first. I figured you were smarter than this." He mocked her, his eyes baiting her to attack him.

She wanted to.

Oh, how she wanted to.

Standing straight, she stared back at him, stoically, "give it your best shot, daddy dearest."

He growled, and suddenly she was fighting him off, or trying to, at least. The stake in his hand would kill her; she evaded it as best she could, but it wasn't enough.

He got the best of her, like he always did. The tip pushed into her skin, right above her heart. Her hands grasped his arms, pushing against him as hard as she could. It seemed, that they were at an impasse.

Until he tripped her, shoving the stake in another inch. She screamed, the pain like nothing she has ever felt before.

Tears rushed down her face as she stared up at the father she use to love, closing her eyes and succumbing to the darkness that had just threatened to take her under. The last thing she heard before she fell into unconsciousness, was a ferocious roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the entire building.

Staring up at the ceiling, the last thing she saw was the figure of her angel. Reaching a hand up, she cupped her face.

"You came."