The Last Hope

Synopsis: Rebekka arrives in New Orleans and is surprised at the changes there. Her search for Elijah has to deal with the problems of her brother Niklaus. When she finds out about the witch Davina, their problems become more complicated. And the only solution she finds is to seek help from someone from her past, which will become the last hope of solving all their family problems once and for all.

Prologue

New Orleans

With a sudden movement, the vampire lifted her body from the bed. Her breath was panting; her hands trembled at her side. Her emotions were uncontrolled, changing an intense hatred of paralyzing dread, still under the effects of the dream she had. Everything seemed to be so real, although it was impossible because she had taken steps to ensure that nothing like this could happen again. The death of two of her brothers, months ago, had sealed her decision. The daggers were destroyed. Her brothers were safe. She was safe.

But, why she did not feel that way?

The events of the dream came back to her. She could still feel the horror of seeing them die, the pain of the flames engulfing her and this sadness in their eyes who shared in his final moments. She knew it was just a dream, but why she could not shake the insecurity and fear that were consuming her? Why she could not shake that feeling of foreboding, or the butterflies in her stomach? Could this dream be an omen?

No! Impossible!

This cannot be an omen, because the only weapon capable of killing her was destroyed even before arriving in New Orleans. And there is nothing else in the world capable of destroying her. Hurt her? Yes! But killing her? No!

Not even the sun can destroy me. She thought, watching the sunlight that got into the room, along with the slight morning breeze coming through the window.

It was just a dream! She said trying to reassure herself, but even she had to admit that it could be something else. If there's one thing she knows is that nothing happens by chance. Having that dream at the same time their problems began in New Orleans? It cannot be a coincidence! Her thousand years of existence taught her that no such thing exists.

But how could she be dead? Who would have such power?

Involuntarily, her thoughts turned to the events of the previous night; her confrontation with Marcel and her encounter with the witch Davina, Marcel's secret weapon. The power she felt that witch had was something out of the ordinary.

She can understand how Marcel became the "King" of New Orleans, and how he could control the supernatural beings that inhabit the city. The witch was powerful ... very powerful. In all the thousand years that she lived in this land, she just found another witch possessing such power.

The vampire smiled fondly at the memory of how she met a witch who had become her best friend, going against all odds and customs, considering the hatred and enmity between the two races. At first she was afraid, but the witch was gradually winning their trust and affection ... largely thanks to her persistence and obstinacy. And today, she could not imagine a life without her favorite little witch. Actually she had not seen her for years, the last time being in 1920, shortly before her brother put her in the coffin, but even unconscious, she valued the friendship of the two. Even in that coffin despicable, she took her little witch at heart.

Returning to the present, a smile lit up her face as her mind began working on new plans. She knew that with the new developments, the only person who could help her was her witch. The only person capable of dealing with Davina and freeing her brother from the hands of Marcel. Not to mention she wanted to see her friend for some time, but the fear of involving her in Mystic Falls problems prevented her from contacting her.

The vampire jumped out of bed, already taking action. In seconds, her phone was already in her hands, and scrolling through the contact list. With a smile still on her face she found her name with ease, and soon the sound of the dial by entered her ears. Exactly 4 rings before the unmistakable voice sounded over the phone:

-Hello, Rebekka!

Florence, Italy

Her eyes widened and then blinked, sensitive to sunlight beating on her face. A warm breeze blew through the window and down her body, bringing with it the smell of the sea. Outside the house, the birdsong protrudes to the sounds coming from the beach. Her eyes fixed on the wall clock, and a sigh left her mouth. It was late afternoon.

With a grunt, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Her tired body protested as she took the clothes and went into the shower. A moan left her lips when the hot water touched her body, releasing tension and relaxing it.

The previous day had been hectic and stressful. It had been a full moon, perfect night to practice magic, but also dangerous. Florence had been her home for 5 years. The place was perfect for practicing her powers ... desert, soothing, and close to the area where there was a village of witches centuries ago. Many of them were buried on the spot, making the land suitable for performing complicated spells, channeling the power of the spirits. Which was exactly what she had done the previous day ... all day. And what she was doing to 3 weeks.

Being a witch was always something she loved since childhood. She came from a long line of extremely powerful witches who had their names immortalized in Gilmores several different lineages.

The name of her family had become quite famous in the supernatural world, due to the large spells performed. They were very proud. But there were also women in her family who despised witchcraft and denied the family legacy ... her mother being one of them. And that had been a major obstacle in her training. But her grandmother was firm, and got permission to train her.

Since childhood, she possessed great facility to perform spells, and had always been a quick learner. Her great performance was what made her grandmother most stubborn to teach her everything she knew, so that the family legacy continued.

When the training was over, she had become exactly what your grandmother imagined ... a witch powerful enough. But she still had a thirst for knowledge, so she traveled the world as the years passed, always accumulating knowledge and learning new spells. And out of one of these trips she met the person who had been haunting her dreams in recent weeks. Her friend vampire!

Since her 18th birthday, she had received visions of the future in her dreams. It was one of those visions she saw her friend for the first time. It was a quick little glimpse, but it was enough to let her know that the vampire would be someone very important in her life. It was the first and only vision she had of the vampire for years. Only in 1920, the vampire returned to appear in her visions, letting her know when and where they would meet.

She smiled fondly remembering the first time they met. The vampire was quite afraid, which was perfectly understandable, considering all the hate that her race had for vampires. But she was quite stubborn, and she was very determined to win the trust and friendship of the vampire. She was determined to make the visions come true. It was hard, but she ended up getting them to become great friends. She knew the vampire needed it, and if she was honest with herself, she also needed.

Unfortunately, months after they met, the vampire disappeared mysteriously. She had used all possible spells to find her, but in vain. Her friend had fallen off the map. The only thing that kept her from being sick with worry was that she knew that her friend was still alive by connecting both her and her friend together with a spell.

Over the years, she has not lost hope of finding her, and always had wondered where she was and who would have been responsible for her disappearance. She promised herself revenge on whoever did this, regardless of who.

During the following years, she focused on practicing her powers, while waiting for a sign of where her friend could be. It was a few months ago that this signal had come through a vision. Her friend was in a place called Mystic Falls, and facing serious problems. Obviously, the first thing she thought was helping her, but then she had a glimpse of what would happen if she made her presence known. Things would be much worse, many deaths, so much blood on her hands. And that she could not accept. And then she was content to watch her through her dreams and help her as much as possible.

Several times, she had to restrain herself to not appear in the city just to kill someone, or even slap her friend for putting her trust in people she should not.

The more she saw, the more hatred she felt for those people, especially the Petrova doppelganger and the elder Salvatore. Who do they think they are?

When it was over, she was impressed with the control she had, preventing her to be involved and cause even more tragedies. And was extremely happy to learn that it was all over... Well, at least everything that involving her friend. But her happiness was short-lived she began to see new problems on the horizon for her friend. But this time it would be different. This time she would be there to help. And anyone who became a threat would quickly be eliminated.

With a smile, she wrapped herself in a towel and went back to the room, and went to the closet and quickly chose an outfit to wear. She combed her hair, the smile still on her face, creating several ideas in her mind. She wanted to surprise her friend. She laughed with joy at the thought of her reaction.

A song filled the atmosphere and brought her back to the present. She leaned over the bed, reaching for the bedside table, where her phone was. Her smile widened even more when she looked at the name on the screen. Without waiting another second, she accepted the call.

-Hello, Rebekka!

Across the line, the voice she had not heard for years responded with the same intensity and joy.

-Hello, Isabella!

AN: This is my first story, so please go easy with me, ok? I hope you enjoyed it!

And please ignore the errors. I am Brazilian, and I started my English course recently. And I still have not found someone to help me. So if you have someone interested in being my beta, I will be eternally grateful.

Until next time! Good week to all! Kisses!