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So here is Chapter 2, I'll admit it's nothing special. But it's gotta be typed, I will warn you - there's a cliffhanger.
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"I'm bored." Rebekah Mikaelson let her body gracefully fall onto the couch where her brother, Elijah Mikaelson resided, deeply into the book he was reading. Her legs fell in his lap, causing her brother to sigh in annoyance. Pushing her legs off, Elijah shot his sister a quick glare before getting comfortable again.

"What did you think would happen after you killed the Gilbert Doppelganger, Rebekah? Did you expect an instant change? You've been around humans long enough, sister; you know they need to mourn." Elijah opened back his book and read while he talked; a talent he taught himself.

"To be honest, I was expecting the Salvatore's to come after me for causing her death," Rebekah replied with a surprised expression.

"Careful now, Rebekah, do not jinx it. We've lived in peace for a couple of weeks, let's not change that." Rebekah watched her brother carefully, raising a brow.

"What are you planning, Elijah?" Rebekah asked, slightly worried.

"I'm appalled to think you know me so little, my dear sister." Finally annoyed with the conversation, Elijah closed his book and rose to his feet. Walking over to the window, he took a quick peek to the outside world.

"Elijah Mikaelson, you are up to something and I know it. Please tell me." As Elijah kept quiet, he averted his gaze to the blonde Original, showing no emotion. Rebekah began to feel a stinging in her eyes. Since the death of her brother, Rebekah had been a little more on edge with her emotions. And since the murder of Niklaus, Elijah seemed to be pulling away, causing Rebekah to only reach out more. It hurt her to know that the bond they once shared was no longer there; their family was breaking apart. Kol was constantly out roaming Mystic Falls for his next meal/play toy, Elijah was always shut away in his office while Rebekah was left to deal with her brother's death alone. She had had enough of it. "Don't do this to me, Elijah. Besides Kol, you are who I have left and vice-versa. We're a family, we need to stick together." Tears began to collect at the brim of her eyes as she begged her brother to open up to her. Elijah looked down, guilty, before walking to his sister, embracing her in a hug. Indeed it hurt Elijah to know how much he was hurting his sister, but there were some things he needed to keep to himself.

"I promise you, Rebekah, I am not up to anything," Elijah whispered in her ear. Placing both hands on her head, Elijah lightly kissed his sister's forehead before giving him a smile. Rebekah placed her hand on his, returning the smile.

"I trust you, Elijah," she said softly. With a nod, Elijah walked off toward his office, closing and locking the door behind him. "The hell I do," Rebekah whispered with venom in her tone. Walking to the door, Rebekah grabbed her black leather jacket before stepping out into the sun.


Caroline Forbes sat alone out at the Mystic Grill's outside seating, picking at her food. Nibbling on the inside of her lip, she placed her head on her hand, letting out a small sigh. It had been a couple of weeks since Tyler Lockwood's death, and out of everyone, Caroline was taking it the hardest. She loved Tyler, and after everything they had been through, after all the obstacles they went through to build trust, knowing he was gone all because of Klaus put an ache in her heart. A silent tear rolled down her cheek and Caroline sniffled. Feeling a finger wipe the tear away, she looked up to find Stefan taking a seat across from her. Smiling to her, Stefan grabbed a French fry from her plate before sitting back in his seat. "What are you doing here?" Caroline asked him, raising a brow.

"Checking up on you, making sure you're okay."

"Shouldn't you be with Elena showing her how to hunt bunnies?" she joked, humor in her voice. Stefan couldn't help but laugh at her question, memories flooding in his mind of when Caroline first turned and his time with her.

"No, I think my bunny hunting days are over. I'm just helping her control her hunger, especially now with Jeremy constantly hovering over her.

"How's he taking all of this?" Caroline asked, the mood swiftly shifting.

"As best as any brother can handling knowing his sister and his best friend almost died, his father figure is gone, his ex-girlfriend is a witch, and he can see dead people." Caroline slightly shrugged realizing Jeremy probably wasn't handling things very well.

"What about Damon? I mean, Elena chose you, right? How is he handling knowing that he'll never be with her?" The love triangle Elena had formed herself intrigued Caroline; her own personal soap opera. Caroline, herself, was very Stelena oriented, though she did like the dangerous spark of Delena. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she looked to Stefan.

"I'm not sure. I mean, right now he's acting like he doesn't care, but I know he does. I'm just trying to give him time since Alaric did die in his arms; that was his best friend after all." Caroline nodded, completely understanding. "How are you, though? Elena told me about Tyler." Keeping her gaze from him, Caroline ran her hands down her face; even hearing his name was hard.

"I'm getting by with the skin of my teeth," she openly admitted with a small laugh. "Stefan, what am I going to do?" Now Caroline struggled to keep the tears in. Stefan rose from his seat and occupied the chair next to his friend. Wrapping an arm around her, Stefan pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. In the blink of an eye, Stefan's gaze was met with Rebekah Mikaelson.

"We need to talk," she said harshly, her British accent dominate.