FIRST IT GIVETH

"Loyal to only you
Up your sleeve

I want some (come on, take it)
Of all of you (its yours)
Trickin me

First it giveth
Then it taketh away"

Kol Mikaelson could not believe this. Apparently, he was 'kidnapped' a few days ago by his own fiance. He could not tell for how long he was staying in her house, in that room.

Rebekah agreed to meet him to discuss the ending of the engagement and call the quits on everything. He knew she wouldn't take this well, but this? Kidnapping?

He could not use her; he could not take this any further. He was not the type of man that plays with girl's hearts. He was not in love with her anymore. He knew it would be complicated, after everything both families did and the money they spent in order to have a beautiful celebration, but it would be even worse if he could not be true to his heart.

When he met Rebekah, he instantly fell in love. She was to him his angel. Her smile was some type of fuel to those feelings. She was like a beautiful and delicate flower. His flower.

They were very young when they first met.

He had just finished high school and was still trying to decide what to do with the rest of his life. And no matter what it was, he wanted her to share the future with him.

"Always and forever" she used to say.

But something changed during these last years.

He kind of knew what her family was. Some type of arms business group. He found out about it right after Rebekah started to change her personality.

They both went to the same college. By the time Kol left medical school in Moscow, she was another woman.

He always felt the need of using what he knows and owns in other people's benefits. He wanted to spend some time in some poor countries in Africa and help. Rescue, treat and save those little kids in need. Rebekah, in the beginning, was into that idea too. She was a political sciences major. She also wanted to engage her degree into restructuring the social bases of those countries.

Their engagement came quick after college.

But, something deep inside Rebekah's heart died or changed after her father passed away. Her older brothers Klaus and Elijah took the 'business' over. Kol gave her time and space to recover. And somehow, in this little time apart, they convinced her of changing the plans, making her believe that her place was at a high position inside Russia's political chairs. Moving to Africa was suddenly and tragically canceled. Kol understood she needed to stay with her family in that hard time. She was very attached to her father after all, and he was always there for her. Kol admits she was a little bit of a brat from time to time, but he was ok with it. Maybe love made him look the other away whenever she overreacted…

A little bit after, bratty became demanding and abusive. Kol felt his feelings growing cold.

He wanted to be with her in her moment of need. But that moment lasted longer than it was supposed to, almost like Rebekah made it longer, in order to keep him around.

After all, she wasn't the same nor did want to be. Her love became some type of obsession. He tried to break up a few times, but was afraid of consequences. She was keeping him around like a trophy, or a pet. He couldn't tell the difference anymore. Plus, she was completely involved with the family 'business'. That was unacceptable. That wasn't his angel, Rebekah, anymore. The girl he was in love with one day, died.

And there he was. Trapped in a dimmed light room, with nothing but its furniture. He knew where he was, and wished his hands weren't tied so he could manage to escape. He was wondering if his mom even knew where he was. She did know he was going to meet up with Rebekah to break up, after all. His mom knew everything, even that he was being forced to stick around and don't break up. He was sure that she was freaking out. Rebekah didn't even care to show up to check if he was still there. Why did she want to marry him still anyway? This wasn't love. He thought he knew what love was. But apparently he was wrong….

"You should check on your prince" Elijah said out loud, staring and signing the pile of papers in front of him."What?" He looked at his younger sister "Are you afraid you will regret doing what your doing when you look at him? Don't worry sister; you are a woman… weak by nature. All your mistakes are comprehensive"

"Kiss my ass, brother. I have nothing to talk to Kol about" Rebekah was reading a fashion magazine.

"Why didn't you offer him money or something else? I don't understand why you have to trap a man so he can marry you" Elijah was mocking her.

"He wouldn't take it" Rebekah kept reading, turning pages with aggressiveness. She didn't want to over think what was happening in her life. "And don't make fun of me, you made me do this!"

"I think you should make sure your prince is not going to run away when in church tomorrow, sister." Klaus was standing by the door frame, wearing reading glasses and holding a mug with hot tea. "We don't need any fugitive groom in this family hitting newspapers first page. And your political career would do well without this flash news too"

"And I don't need any of you to telling me what to do" Rebekah shouted and went stomping towards her room. "I can't stand this anymore! Any of you men telling me what to do!" She threw the pillow on her bed against the wall "This is my life, I call the shots! I am not weak! I AM NOT WEAK!"

She heard her father saying that word once.… about her mother. And she couldn't allowed such word being used against her. Not when all she wanted was to make her father proud.

He always managed to give her what she wants and she never really gave him much back. When he died, she just wanted, to make him proud wherever he was. That made her different. She wanted different things from life now. Her siblings where in the center of her father's business, and she wanted to take it over now. She had to prove that she wasn't the plastic doll, filled up with "weakness" her stupid brothers thought her to be.

This marriage would get her political carrier moving on. People don't trust unmarried politics.

She had to live through the archaic idea that a young woman cannot be trusted politically, just because well, they think they know her type.

She would go further. For herself. For the people. For her siblings who thought she couldn't. For her father.

She breathed courage into her lungs and went to the room Kol was.

Kol was sitting at a classic chair, both elbows and wrists on the chair armsconnected forcefully by thin chains and duck tape. The door opened up and in came his kidnapper.

"How are you doing?" she rhetorically asked, shutting the door behind her. Lighting the room up and avoiding his eyes.

"Why can't you look me in the face, Rebekah?" He noticed she was looking everywhere but to him. "Can you tell me why am I here… at least… I mean… will your family ask my mom for money or…or...kill me?"

"No!" she widened her eyes and looked to his "Why do you think that? What do you think we are?"

"The mob, Rebekah that is what I KNOW your family is. I was just trying to face it like a man if that was going to happen." He said breathing deeply "I am here for 4 days or so Rebekah, will you set me free? Supposedly, tomorrow would be the wedding day…"

"Tomorrow IS the wedding day Kol" Rebekah's voice was dark and Kol got apprehensive "Oh, don't be so surprised! It was the original day anyways. Everybody is already invited, we cannot change it"

"Why are you doing this? Why you refuse to understand I don't want this anymore?" He was trying to reason with her " YOU don't want this anymore and you know it! I sincerely don't get it Rebekah

"Look, love" she kneed before him and laid her hand on top of his "You know I need a marriage as soon as possible so I can stand a fucking change within this country's politics. Stupid fascist sexist rules, I know" she rolled her eyes "And as you know, I don't want to marry anyone else. So, this has to happen. Me and you always and forever" she touched the tip of his nose with her finger "You always wanted me to be with you love, all this years of wait are over"

"It feels like I am talking to a robot! Rebekah wake up! What's going on with you?" He was desperate. His face was sweaty, his body suddenly ache. He lost touch completely with Rebekah. He couldn't get through her at all "We cannot marry. We do not love each other, Rebekah! I am trying to do the right thing here, trying to be true to you but you don't want to hear it!"He heard his voice shake."What is it going to be after we are married, eh?

Rebekah cocked her head to the side, almost like she didn't think of that important detail. As a politic, she learned how to quick think for solutions to sudden problems. As a politician she knew she didn't had to back up her speech, just make it look good enough to be believable.

"Is either this or" Rebekah looked deep inside his eyes very close to his face "Or your sweet mother will pay dearly" There, she did it. She wasn't weak after all, she thought to herself.

"What?" Kol gasped. He started shaking. She never threatened him like this, or even using his mother before. His heart was pounding; he couldn't make out any words.

"I guess I made my point" Rebekah walked to the door. "Now go to sleep. You need to wake up very early tomorrow. My brothers will come here and help you dress up and take you to the church. See you tomorrow love"

Unbelievable. Kol's head was spinning. It was not happening. It could not be happening. He could only hope his dear mother was safe. He could only close his eyes and pray.

"What is she doing?" Esther asked Bonnie about Elena being upside down on a headstand against her wall.

"It helps her think. She is really good at yoga" Turning back to Esther "You see, we don't have much time here. Why is this wedding so early anyways?"

"It is tradition. Russian weddings last at least two days, and the religious ceremony is in the morning." Esther explained. "I am sorry, but I couldn't do anything before. I mean, I didn't know how to contact you or even who to contact in the first place. They are the mob, no police would get involved with them. I am burning in my own despair"

"It is okay Mrs. Mikaelson, we are going to keep your son single. All we can ask right now is for you to trust us and don't get anyone else in this" Caroline was trying to be nice. She doesn't remember if she had to console a client before. How would she ever console army generals, country's representatives or all the other psychotic people they had to deal with in a daily basis "What I am trying to say is that we are great with guns and international dealers, but not really with feelings… You can leave this situation to us now. If you don't mind can we stay here to figure out a plan?" Caroline had a small smile on her lips.

"Sure. I understand" Actually Esther didn't. She never heard of girls that never had to deal with feelings before, but whatever, she didn't have any space in her head to think about it now "I am going home. All I can do as a good catholic is to pray." She got up and held a button on a little phone "Camilla, I am ready to leave." She grabbed her purse and said to Bonnie "Thank you all again. I am going to leave you with my staff. They are very good and well prepared. They will be around if you need to reach me, or need anything else."

"One more thing Mrs. Mikaelson, do you have a picture of Rebekah?" Elena asked, still upside down.

"Sure" Esther opened a lower drawer and after some digging, she handed another picture to the girls "There she is. Now, if you girls excuse me" she went out looking very fragile.

Few moments passed as they heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" Elena shouted.

"Excuse me" Stefan came in with a tray in hand filled with cups, bottles and appetizers." I've been told to bring this here" He looked front, and realized he knew one of the girls "kisser, hi!" a surprised wide smile crossed his face.

Bonnie realized what he called her. Kisser? Russian guys are so cute, she thought. "Hey Stefan, thanks for bringing it, we are starving. It looks really good!" Bonnie was all smiles and charm.

The other two girls had their "whatahell?" faces on.

Stefan took the plates and cups out of the tray and placed them at the desk. Getting closer to Bonnie he whispers in her ear "I got to go now but…Come say goodbye to me when you leave"

Bonnie had to deal with inquisitive faces after he left.

"Alright" Caroline frowned at the scene and continued "Guys, we have only a night to come up with a plan to stop Princess Anastasia wedding here" she shook the girl's picture "So let's focus"

The girls started eating some appetizers and drinking some shots. It was the usual thing to do whenever they had to come up with a plan. Eating light things and taking some liquids made their brains more active (that's what they believe, what it actually did was make them braver, if you know what I mean). Caroline was sitting down where Esther was before, playing with pens. Bonnie was slowly walking around the room. And Elena came out of her headstand to a lotus position.

Another hour went by.

"Guys, there's nothing we can do. If we find where they live, if they are the mob, they will be waiting for us with an army. Also, wherever they are holding the groom, I don't believe it ill be that easy to find" Elena undone her pose.

"The only thing we know is the groom's and bride's faces and the time and place of the wedding. Oh, and some background of the family what's her last name again? Stani…strav….vnov…What? "Bonnie was confused with thename.

"Spanov. Rebekah Spanov" Caroline laughed lightly at her friend "And I think…" Caroline continued "That's all we need. Let's just invade and get what we have to: the groom"

"Mrs. Mikaelson asked for discretion Care" Elena interrupted her.

"To have discretion, we need to have time. We don't. Esther is desperate and I am pretty sure she made clear she wants her son back don't matter what" Caroline stood up "That's it, we gonna invade that church and snatch the hottie"

"If there isn't any other way" Bonnie mumbled, with a hand on her chin.

"What? Bonnie? No, no no no no!" Elena couldn't believe "I mean, discretion wouldn't just keep the families away from the newspapers, it would keep our faces unrecognizable as they are! We need to keep our identities safe, guys. We never had a job where the press would be involved. The less attention we get, the better we do our jobs. "

"You have a point, Lena. " Bonnie managed to keep her line of thought "Now…about her family… Did you guys notice something? This family….the bride's family is one of the families behind the 'bratva' case!" Bonnie was waiting for Caroline and Elena to show they got it, but nothing really happened "They are involved with our last case. We have recovered the arms they've stolen from our first client here" Bonnie had a smile on her face. "Russia is huge, but the world is small, isn't it? Can't believe we are dealing with the same guys again. And why do they love stealing things they shouldn't? I wonder how much love they gonna have for us when we interrupt the wedding… I mean if they ever find out"

"Damn it, I didn't think of that! Of course, it is true! Elijah Spanov is her older brother! Fuck fuck fuck!" Elena's eyes got wide. When nervous, she repeats words constantly. "Fuck fuck fuck"

"Oh my God Lena, wasn't him the guy you'd slept with in order to get his ID and digitals?" Caroline had a funny smile on. "Well, you got his digitals all over your body! Well, you said he was a pro in bed so, why are you worried? Should worry if he was a virgin" She burst in a laugh. Then made a disgusted face "Ugh, can't deal with virgins!" She winked at Elena "Anyway, they shot and tried to kill us, so I say we should go full throttle on those bitches…" She started sniffing "I smell revenge, don't you?" Caroline lifted her glass up asking for a toast in agreement.

"I'm on it. Even thought we won by getting back what they stole therefore giving them reasons to shoot us, we are right, they are wrong. It will be fun!" Bonnie raised her glass too. They both waited for Elena.

"Never cared before, won't start caring now" Elena finally drank her shot, even though the thought of maybe seeing Elijah again shook her a little bit inside (though she would never admit it). The other girls followed her, drinking their shots.

Elena grabbed the picture again. "This bride…she looks like you Care!" Elena was amazed by the just noticed similarity. Then suddenly her face enlightened "Here it is! The bride! We should get the bride first, replace her with Care. This way we can get the family's attention, keeping her as hostage…making some money out of it…or maybe trading for some political or family secrets…."

Bonnie liked the idFirsth it Givethea "Perfect. Care will be the bride, Lena take care of the brothers and I get the groom"

Caroline and Elena asked in unison "why you get the groom?" they looked at each other amused by their chorus.

"For many reasons" Bonnie smiled dryly "but let's say it's because you both got the hots for him and that can jeopardize it all" Bonnie knew that reason was lame. But whatever "Alright let's keep on moving. Lena, you get some blueprints from the church, we need to know all the accesses to it. Care, you need to find a hairdresser and a bride's gown… I know, call Mrs. Mikaelson, she can provide it to you. I'm going back to my hotel and pack some guns and other goodies; also, I'm going to figure out where we are going to keep our hostage. I'll be back soon so we can plan the whole thing. Let's to do it quick so we can get some sleep, we are going to need energy. Let's get to work ladies!"

They high-fived each other's hands and started moving.

For me it is disgusting to ship siblings. But there was no other that looked like Caroline, so Rebekah is the bride.

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Ps. In case you were wondering, yes, all the chapter titles and the story's name are QUEENs OF THE STONE AGE's songs =]