Hello, my lovely readers. Welcome back. I probably forgot to mention in chapter one that this story is AUish which I'm sure you noticed. A few of the events things that could or might happen. Then are a few I wrote during the beginning of the seasons of TVD/TO. Therefore there are some off canon moments. Are you ready for Rebekah's Christmas card. Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 2: Family Togetherness is Hell for the Mikaelsons

Sitting around a blazing fire not a creature was stirring, except for Klaus. "Sit the bloody hell down," Rebekah growled.

Klaus spun around on his heel and strode over to his sister. "Do not tell me what do in my house!" Klaus roared.

"Actually, brother, this is my house," Elijah reminded Klaus calmly.

Klaus whirled around, his eyes glowing hotter than the cools in the fire. "What are you doing?" He growled.

Elijah sighed, placing his needle work to the side. "I am making my niece her first sweater." He replied, picking up his mug of blood and hot chocolate. Taking a long sip, he gazed up at Klaus with his lips curving upward slightly.

"Why would you do that?" Klaus frowned at the half finished sweater. "Go to the store and buy her a wardrobe for Christ's sake."

Rebekah smirked at Elijah while she removed the poker in her hand with a marshmallow attached to the end of it. "I think Nik is upset because Caroline insisted on having her own room rather than taking Nik up on his offer of sharing his during her stay." She placed the poker into her mouth and sliding the gooey treat off, without cutting herself in the process.

"This has nothing to do with Caroline, bloody, Forbes." Klaus shouted at Rebekah seething with rage.

"What had nothing to do with me?" Caroline asked from behind Klaus' back.

Klaus ground his teeth together as Rebekah smiled widely. "Nothing. Come have some marshmallows."

Caroline walked around Klaus with Hayley following her into the room. Klaus rolled his eyes as Caroline helped Hayley sit down on the floor beside his sister. "Do you need a pillow?" Caroline asked Hayley as Klaus sulked because she was ignoring him.

"Yes, thanks," Hayley replied as Elijah handed Caroline a pillow from the sofa. "What is that?" Hayley pointed at the tiny sweater sitting next to Elijah on a side table.

Elijah looked at it. "Oh, nothing. Just a hobby." He waved his hand in a sign of dismissal.

"You crochet." Caroline giggled while she extracted the poker she had placed in the fire minutes before. "I thought only grandmothers did that." She blew lightly on her treat before she pulled off a piece of the sticky substance and put it in her mouth. Knowing that Klaus was watching, she licked her fingers for longer than necessary and then walked over to him.

Placing the business end close to Klaus' neck she watched as he began to smirk. Then she pulled it away and took off a piece, offering it to him. Klaus took her hand in his and pulled it to his mouth, sliding her fingers in he took special care to lick every last bit of marshmallow off.

Rebekah, Hayley and Elijah tried not to watch as Caroline and Klaus continued to play with the remains of the marshmallow. "I should go back to bed." Hayley announced, peering through her eyelashes at Elijah. Her hormones were still giving her hell. He jumped up to help her. Wrapping an arm around her back, he lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Rebekah sighed, wondering where her person was. Grabbing another marshmallow, she shoved it onto the poker and into the fireplace. With Matt and Stefan here she would feel awkward hooking up with either one over the holiday season. "Stupid Nik and stupid Elijah," pouting, she stared into the fire.

Then Klaus sped over and grabbed her poker out of her hand. "Thanks, Bekah. Have a nice night." He called as he took Caroline's hand and they sped out of sight.

Growling in frustration, Rebekah decided to go for a walk around the quarter. The music was playing as always but she felt even lonelier as she walked the streets and she saw people greeting friends and lovers. "Hello there, Rebekah."

Glancing over to the side, Rebekah rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Marcel?"

"Just the pleasure of your company on this fine night." Marcel gazed down at Rebekah. "But if you would rather spend the night alone, I'm sure I could find company elsewhere."

"Yes, you go ahead and do that." Rebekah snapped, walking faster so he couldn't see the look of misery on her face.

Marcel groaned and sped in front of Rebekah. "Okay. You're right. That was a jackass thing to say. Look, it's the holidays and no one should have to be alone on the holidays - even thousand year vampires with mood swings. Bygones as Klaus would say? "

Rebekah shrugged, "I don't have anything else to do."

"Good. Good. We're having a little party in the quarter tonight. You remember Davina, right?" Marcel smiled at Rebekah in his most ingratiating manner.

Laughing, Rebekah looked exasperated. "Yes, how could I forget? Oh, wait she wiped my memories."

"Yeah, sorry about that. But now she can make up for that little incident." Marcel placed a hand on Rebekah's back and began to lead her to the church.

"Oh, and how, pray tell, will she be doing that?" Rebekah asked, stopping in her tracks.

"She'll be going with us to the party." Marcel announced cheerfully before Rebekah gave him a murderous look and began to stomp away.

"Bekah, come on. Where is your Christmas spirit?" Marcel called after her.

"I'm not a bloody babysitter," Rebekah shot back without turning around.

"She needs a role model, a strong female presence in her life, and baby, I may be a lot of things, but female I am not." Marcel shouted.

"Are you sure about that?" Rebekah replied, whirling around on her heel to face him, finding him inches from her face.

"Help me, Bekah," Marcel pleaded taking her hands in his. "I promise I will make it up to you."

Rebekah sighed, "Yes, yes, you will. Alright, let's go pick up your little pain in my arse."

Marcel was pleased with the outcome and, as Rebekah ignored him walking into the church, she pursed her lips waiting for Marcel to lead her to the witch. When they walked into the girl's room, she was drawing something, her fingers flying lightly.

Davina turned to them and frowned. "What's she doing here?" Without waiting for a response she went back to her sketch of a young man.

Rebekah marched over to her. "You are a very rude young lady. If you don't be careful maybe I will teach you some manners."

Davina looked up at Rebekah smirking. "Somehow I don't see you as a teacher. Maybe you should take your talents somewhere other than my room." Raising her hand she was about to fling Rebekah out of the way she had come in, when Marcel held up his hands.

"Davina, come on. Please. It's Christmas and Rebekah is a guest." Staring at Rebekah, Marcel added. "I'm sure she's sorry for lashing out. Aren't you, Bekah?"

Rebekah opened her mouth to tell them both she was not sorry and to walk out when Davina stopped. "So, what. Christmas is the time that you celebrate with your family. My mother stood by while those witches tried to sacrifice me. I hate Christmas."

Opening her mouth and then closing it again, Rebekah thought about what to do next. Moving slowly toward the girl she moved to stand beside her. "You like to draw?"

Glancing at Rebekah, Davina shrugged. "There's not much else to do while I'm stuck up here in this room." Sighing, she laid aside her coal. "And, yes, I do like to draw?" Raising her eyebrows, she examined Rebekah. "Do you?"

Smiling, Rebekah shook her head. "No, I don't. But, my brother, Nik, you've met him, he is quite the artist. He's talented although I would never tell him that. His ego is large enough."

Davina laughed. "Yeah, I kind of got that impression when he tried to kill my friend, Tim." Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked down at the floor.

"Is that Tim? In the sketch there?" Rebekah inquired, pointing at the partly finished sketch.

"I don't know who it is." Davina told Rebekah, staring at the sketch. "I just had this vision a couple of days ago that someone was coming. That happens sometimes. I guess it's a witch thing."

"My mother was a witch," Rebekah told her.

"Yeah, your other brother, Elijah told me that." Davina told her.

Nodding, Rebekah gazed at Marcel. "Well, then enough about my horrid family." She said cheerfully. "Marcel and I would like to take you to a party tonight."

Davina's eyes lit up. "Really?" She ran over to Marcel and hugged him. "Thank you. I will be on my best behavior. I promise."

"You bet you will be," Marcel retorted as he winked at Rebekah mouthing, "Good job."

"Now, what shall you be wearing tonight?" Rebekah inquired looking through the girl's clothing. "Marcel," she called. "You have to let me take Davina on a little shopping trip sometime soon." Looking over her shoulder at Davina, she smiled. "A little bit of shopping during the holidays never killed anyone."

"Unless they're trying to purchase a tickle me Elmo." Marcel replied. Rebekah's eyebrows rose at the comment. "Don't ask," He told her.

"Alright then," Frowning at the lack of clothing, she pulled out a white lace dress. "A bit young for a teenager but it will have to do. Marcel, do you have any pins on you?" Marcel just stared at her. "I guess not, well then." Finding a pair of scissors she cut the sleeves of the dress and trimmed three inches off the bottom making it into a mini skirt. "There, the modern look."

Davina took the dress and smiled. "This is great." She hurried off to put the dress on.

"And you didn't want to babysit." Marcel teased as Rebekah narrowed her eyes. "She grows on you I suppose." Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she marched over to the door waiting for Davina to come out. When the girl appeared Rebekah held out a hand. "We are going to find you a nice young man to dance with until you can't stand up. I can teach you dances from the 1920s."

"Wasn't that a really long time ago?" Davina asked.

"Yes, it was but it was a marvelous time," Rebekah replied, ignoring the dig about her age. "You would look very cute in a flapper dress."

Davina's eyes sparkled, "Maybe you could come sometime and we could dress up as flappers." Turning to Marcel, she grinned up at him. "You could have a 1920s party so we would have an excuse to dress up, can't you, Marcel? Please!"

Marcel shook his head when Rebekah decided to join Davina. "Yes, Marcel. Please!" She grinned at him as he shrugged.

"Fine, fine. After the holidays we'll have that party. Until then we'll be having Christmas inspired parties." Marcel held a door open for Davina and Rebekah. "Speaking of which…"

Davina's jaw dropped when she saw a giant Christmas tree sitting in the middle of a room in which people were dancing. On top of the tree was a jolly looking Santa Claus. There were even presents tucked underneath.

One of Marcel's crew came dancing through in an elf costume and handed Marcel a Santa hat with mistletoe attached. "Hey, Bekah."

Rebekah turned around and frowned at Marcel's headgear. "You look ridiculous."

"Huh, I thought I looked hot." Pointing at the branch above his head, he smiled at her.

"What?" Rebekah snapped, feeling irritated.

"Mistletoe." Marcel told her. "Don't tell me you've never seen it before?"

Shaking her head, Rebekah scoffed. "Of course I have. I just do not believe that is suitable apparel. It's poisonous you know."

Shaking his head, Marcel wrapped an arm around her. "Just shut up and kiss me already."

"Only because tradition dictates." Rebekah murmured, leaning closer to him.

"What do think you're doing?" A voice from behind them demanded.

They turned to see Klaus and Caroline standing there. "Your sister sure gets around," Caroline giggled before Rebekah gave her a glacier cool glare.

"Hey, Klaus and the lovely Caroline." Marcel greeted the couple. Klaus simply glared back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, I had this hat," Marcel pointed to said hat, "And then Rebekah was standing here." He indicated where she was standing. "And I was here. According to tradition-"

"To hell with your traditions. Keep your hands off of Rebekah." Klaus warned Marcel glaring. "Rebekah, come, we're leaving." He reached out for her hand when she pulled away.

"No," Rebekah snapped at Klaus. "I'm staying." Then she grabbed Marcel and kissed him on the lips, much to the dismay of everyone including Klaus.

"This is not going to end well," Caroline murmured to herself.

Klaus growled reaching out for Rebekah. "Get your hands off of me," Rebekah yelled, when Klaus found himself being flung out the door and into the street.

Caroline's eyes widened then she looked at Rebekah, "Witch?"

"Yes," Rebekah told her with a smile as Klaus pushed himself into a standing position and then stormed back into the house.

"Want to try that again?" Klaus growled at Davina.

"Yes," Davina replied, and sent him flying once again. The doors slammed behind him and locked.

Caroline emitted a nervous giggle. "Whoa."

Marcel shook his head as Klaus began to bang on the doors in fury. "Let me in, damn you all." He yelled, kicking at the door. "I will burn this place to the ground."

"No, you won't, Nik. Or did you forget Caroline is in here?" Rebekah taunted her brother. The banging sound stopped.

"Please, let me in." Klaus whispered. The vampires looked at each other before Marcel nodded at Davina and strode over to the door.

Opening the door he smiled at his mentor. "Mistletoe," Marcel informed Klaus who blanched and took a step back towards the street.

"I really would prefer to just stay out here." Klaus retorted, lacing his hands behind his back.

"Well, old friend, Caroline is here and I don't think she's coming out any time soon. So, kiss and make up?" Marcel continued to look amused as Klaus stared at him darkly.

After a moment more of hesitation, Klaus began to walk forward when Caroline sped over and grabbed Marcel's hat placing it on her own head. Klaus smiled brightly as he gathered the blonde into his arms and kissed her warmly.

"He's going to behave, right?" Davina asked, glaring at Klaus.

"Yes," Klaus told her without looking at her, moving his head to lay it on top of Caroline's head. "That is my Christmas present to you, Davina. I will be on my best behavior until the holiday is over." His eyes sparkled as he finished with, "Do not make me regret it."

"What made you come here in the first place?" Rebekah questioned her brother as she stared at him.

Klaus grimaced and Caroline answered for him. "Klaus found Elijah and Hayley having sex and completely freaked out."

"It can't be good for the child," Klaus muttered.

Rebekah put a hand over her mouth. "My God, Nik. You called it a child."

Klaus blinked and then smiled. "I suppose I did."

Marcel yawned. "Enough about the baby werepuppy. Can we party now or what?"

"Yes," Klaus told him before he gave Caroline a twirl. Rebekah and Marcel joined them on the dance floor and Davina was invited to dance by a boy.

They were all happy, especially Rebekah, after Caroline relinquished the Santa hat and Rebekah placed it in on her head. "Merry Christmas, Marcel." She murmured.

"Merry Christmas, Bekah." Marcel replied with a grin.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next one will be Klaus centric. Thank you for reading, faving following, reviewing. Thank you Weasleys Groupie and guest.

Guest: Caroline and Hayley have an interesting relationship which will develop over the course of the story. However, I can say they will not be enemies in this fic. :)

Love,

LL