Rebekah woke up, her head pounding. She felt sick, and uncomfortable, spasms of pain in her head. She yawned, trying to recall the memories of what happened the night before. Before she could, her hand hit something else. She jumped up, looking at none other than Marcel Gerard. She screeched loudly, loud enough for spirits of ancient witches to wake up.
Rebekah woke up screaming. She turned her head, looking at none other than her brother Klaus. Naked. In her bed. Rebekah started screeching again.
Rebekah woke up, shrieking. Someone opened her door.
"Sister, would you do us all a favor and shut up, before I find that dagger?" Klaus said, as Rebekah pinched herself multiple times. She laughed, tears escaping her eyes, before she got out of bed, (not naked, but instead fully clothed.) and hugged her brother.
He looked shocked and staggered a bit, because of the force, not bothering to mask his astonishment.
Rebekah realized what she was doing; hugging her 'evil' brother, and squeezing the air out of his lungs. She pulled away, awkwardly coughing.
"Well, what are you looking at? Get out!" she said, pushing him out of her room, and slamming the door. She slid down, back against the wood, and shook her head.
Outside, Klaus was taken aback.
'What in the hell was that.' was the only thought in both their minds.
A/N: I have no idea why this was written or how. My wifi wasn't working but I still had six hours of battery left, so therefore I decided to do some writing. Reviews will be highly regarded, but it's your wish. No force. Hope you enjoyed.
