Hello, my lovely readers. It's that time of the month again: time for some horror and gore. On with the show…

Chapter 4: Run, Just Run

Rebekah Mikaelson was more than a little tipsy when she was taking another sip from the cup she and Stefan Salvatore had been sharing. He was funny and cute so right now she wasn't worried about what Marcellus Gerard was doing back at their college. She was having fun. That was until there was a scream and then everyone was pushing and shoving each other to get to the scene of the possible crime. Stefan gave her a reassuring smile. It must be a joke since midnight had come and gone. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"Let's go see what all the fuss is about?" Stefan had said and Rebekah nodded although she did not want to know. Something in her gut told her to leave. To take Stefan and to leave this place. Looking up at the full moon, she shivered. Stefan took that the wrong way and wrapped his arm around her.

"Oh," Rebekah registered that there was a body but did not know who it was until she saw Hayley. "Oh, no," she moaned. "No. No," she moved to join her friends when Stefan leaned over and vomited. "Stefan?" Rebekah cried when he waved her off.

"I'm fine. I…" Stefan shook his head. "I have a thing about blood… I can't… I have to go… I'm sorry," Stefan was muttering as he stumbled away. Rebekah wrapped her arms around herself as she looked across the way to see Caroline Forbes. She wondered if Nik had found her. They had been having one of their silly rows. Her brother could be daft sometimes. Caroline was watching the scene and talking to Elena Gilbert when it occurred to Rebekah to go look for Stefan.

Trudging through the woods, she looked around, feeling miserable that she was here in this filth. She had told Stefan they should stay at his place since his father was on a business trip and Damon would be out late with the Gilbert girl. But no. They had to go to this party because everyone else was going. Ugh.

Tripping over a rock, Rebekah groaned, looking down at the dirt on her pants. She had had to beg her father to buy her the five hundred dollar pair of jeans. Now they were ruined. Sighing, Rebekah got to her feet when she caught sight of Stefan. And he wasn't alone. Damn him. Why did she always have to choose the cheats? Rolling her eyes, she was about to yell at him when she saw the figure raise a knife and slash downward.

Opening her mouth, Rebekah felt nothing come out but a moan. Neither Stefan nor the hooded figure seemed to hear her when they began to roll around in the dirt, fighting for control of the knife that flashed in the moonlight. Whirling around, Rebekah found a large stick, more like a small log. It is a good thing I go to the gym regularly, she thought as she hefted the wood in her hands, getting a feel for the weight before she marched over to the attacker and hit the person as hard as she could.

The person fell backwards as the hood fell down. A head of long, black hair was revealed and Rebekah had no idea who this woman was. "You'll pay for that," she announced in a hiss as she looked for the knife. Rebekah watched as blood ran down her foe's face. She was now scrambling away from Rebekah who was smiling despite her terror.

Right as Rebekah raised the log to finish the lunatic in the woods off so that they could have some peace tonight someone yelled. "Stefan!" Flinching, Rebekah's head automatically moved to the right, taking in the sight of Damon skidding to a stop beside his wounded brother.

Turning her head, Rebekah looked down to find that the woman was gone. And so was her knife. Damn it! Rebekah thought.

"Bekah, call 911," Damon ordered and Rebekah dropped her weapon, pulling out her phone. She dialed the number. Listening to the all too familiar statement of "911, what is your emergency?" Rebekah looked at Stefan.

"My friend was stabbed. We're at The Falls. Please hurry," she told the operator before she heard her name being called.

"Father?" Rebekah moaned as her father ran to her. Without thinking, she allowed her phone to slip from her fingers. Throwing her arms around her father's neck, Rebekah began to sob. "Someone attacked Stefan. I saw her face but I don't know who she is. And she killed Oliver Kenner," she reported to her father who looked around and his eyes stopped on Stefan.

"Where are your brothers?" Mikael demanded.

"I don't know," Rebekah replied, placing a hand to her face and realizing that there was blood there. "Was she bleeding?" she wondered. Looking down at her palm, she saw that she must have cut herself on the log. "I know that Nik was here. But I haven't seen him for at least an hour. He probably left because Caroline made him angry. Kol left to frighten Jeremy Gilbert. And Elijah… He disappeared, too. He probably went looking for Nik…"

Mikael took Rebekah's hand and began to pull her out of the woods. "Father, no. I have to stay. I know who stabbed Stefan."

"The police can come find us. I need to find your brothers. Your mother will never forgive me if something happens to another child of ours," he was muttering.

"What?" Rebekah felt confused. "What other child?"

"Henrick," Mikael snapped and Rebekah closed her mouth, allowing her father to drag her to his car. They got inside and he put his keys in the ignition. Soon they were on the road. Rebekah felt annoyed. She wanted to ask her father to stop the bloody car. Elijah and Nik were probably still at The Falls and she was perfectly safe because she was a girl. The killer was after the boys. She would be fine.

"You shouldn't have come back," Mikael told her and Rebekah frowned as he drove faster with his eyes on the road. "I don't know why you would come back here. There is nothing here for you," he continued.

Rebekah opened her mouth to argue that he and her mother and her brothers were there when someone stepped in front of their car. She screamed and her father drove off onto the side of the road. "Bloody hell," Rebekah groaned as she looked up and then she realized that whoever it was, was no longer there. "What in the—" Rebekah had barely uttered the words when the person appeared by her window. "Oh, no!" she moaned. How many of these people were there? she wondered as the person grinned back at her and then slammed their elbow into the window, trying to break it.

"What are you doing?" Mikael demanded when someone appeared on the windshield, carrying an axe. Rebekah screamed again when the axe went sailing toward the windshield. She wasn't sure how her father moved so quickly but she found herself in the backseat somehow. "Go," he shouted at her as the person on the right side of the car opened the passenger side door and climbed in beside her father.

Rebekah opened the left side door in the back and leapt out. The lunatic who had attacked Stefan was staring at her with her teeth pulled back in a grin. "Leave her," her partner shouted from inside the car. "We'll find her later. Time to ask daddy where his boys have gone off to. If you tell us, we'll kill you quickly. If not…"

"Run, just run, Rebekah," her father shouted at her and Rebekah knew she would never see him again as she ran for her life. She only stopped when she thought the two freaks would think she was long gone. Stopping and hiding behind a tree, she waited, counting off the minutes in her head. When she was sure they were done with whatever they were doing, she retraced her steps.

Moving silently, Rebekah saw that the two killers were gone. Or maybe they were waiting for her. That was too bad. She honestly had no idea where any of her brothers were. When she was close enough to the car, she looked inside to find her father, and his head. Closing her eyes, Rebekah fell down, placing her head in her father's lap. She could feel his blood covering her clothes and didn't care. She would find the butchers who did this and make them pay.

With a shaking hand, Rebekah pulled the keys out of the ignition, she moved around the side of the car and unlocked the glove compartment. Withdrawing the gun that her father kept there, she checked to make sure it was loaded before she tucked it into the front of the waistband of her jeans. No one was going to pull it out when they snuck up behind her.

Marching down the street, Rebekah felt like she was in an episode of The Walking Dead. Only she wasn't dealing with zombies. When she had walked for a mile, she went into a flat out run. Her house was another mile away but she had been a track star at sixteen so this was nothing. Just one little mile and then she would be with her mother.

When she got to her front door, she began to bang on it, not paying heed to the fact that she had two pairs of keys on her. Giving up, she withdrew her father's keys. Her hands were blood covered and sweaty. They dropped to the ground and she sighed. She couldn't see them because she was crying. Pulling out her own from her purse, she shoved the correct key into the lock.

Opening the door, Rebekah nearly fell inside. Her mother was walking out from the Great Room with the cordless in hand. She thought her mother said Jeremy before she dropped the phone to the floor. "Rebekah? Oh, God, Rebekah. Rebekah!" her mother kept repeating her name as Rebekah felt her eyes roll back in her head and she was falling to the floor.

What felt like hours later, Rebekah woke to find she was resting on a couch "Mother?" she called, sitting up. "Mother?" she wondered if someone had done something to her mother when Esther came into the room with a look of concern.

"Oh, Rebekah. I looked all over you for wounds but I only found one on your hand," Rebekah looked down to find that it was bandaged.

"Have you seen your brothers tonight? I've been trying to get through to them. And there's something wrong with the phone line. It won't go through. Leave it to Niklaus to not charge his phone," she laughed. "And your father was supposed to bring you home. Apparently absentmindedness runs in the family."

Remembering what happened to her father, Rebekah felt tears swimming in her eyes. She was about to tell her mother when she heard the front door open and close with a bang. "That must be Mikael," Esther said with a smile.

"Or Nik," Rebekah added, getting to her feet.

"Or not," one of the two people who had attacked her on the road side called. "Hello again," the freak called with a wave.

Rebekah reached for the gun and then realized that it wasn't there anymore. "No," she moaned.

"Looking for this?" another voice asked and Rebekah felt her stomach spin as the second figure, the woman who had stabbed Stefan asked, holding up a set of keys. Her father's. How could she be so stupid?

"Now, we're going to play a little game where you tell us where your sons are or I get unhappy. You could ask your husband about that, but since he's kind of," the first crazy person drew their finger across their neck. "I would say you're screwed."

"Why are you doing this?" Esther asked as she came to stand in front of Rebekah.

Pushing her hood back, the one without an axe rolled her eyes. "Because you choose your boys over me, mother."

"Freya?" Esther turned pale.

"But it looks like you got a little girl, too. Guess it's time to make girls fair game, too," Freya said, pointing her knife at Rebekah with a smile. Rebekah could see that her… sister had lost her mind.

"Rebekah, run, just run!" Esther shouted and Rebekah shook her head when her mother turned and shoved her away, hard.

Rebekah fell, but was on her feet in seconds, sprinting for the door and hoping that another killer wasn't waiting for her. Ripping the back door open, she could hear Freya shouting after her. "Wherever you go, I'll always find you, sister."

Climbing a fence, Rebekah dashed across the yard and ran along the sidewalk, looking for someone, anyone familiar. When she saw a set of headlights, she began to wave her arms frantically, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't try to kill her.

Bonnie Bennett rolled her window down. "Hey, Rebekah. Oh! Are you okay?" she asked when Rebekah jerked her car door open and hopped into the passenger seat.

"No. Both my parents are dead. I have a long lost sister who is killing people. And I can't find any of my brothers." Rebekah looked out the windshield and then back at Bonnie. "I assure you that sitting here staring at me will only get you killed."

Bonnie's eyes widened before she began to drive. "I'm going to Jeremy's," she told Rebekah who nodded along.

Of course, she was. Bonnie was probably driving into more mortal danger, but what else was new, right? Nothing at all. Rebekah was now becoming accustomed to people being completely crazy and doing the things that made the least amount of sense. She refused to speak until they parked beside the Gilbert house.

Getting out of the car, Rebekah tensed when someone else got out of a car in front of the Parker residence. "Kai," Bonnie called with a look of relief. Rebekah also felt relieved even though she had barely spoken two words to the oldest Parker since his family moved to town.

"Hey. Liv called me and told me to get my ass home but then she hung up or something. Besides the dead bodies in the woods were kind of killing the mood. So what's up with you?" Kai asked with a wide grin.

"My father was beheaded and my mother made me leave her with couple of psychos," Rebekah told him and Kai just stared at her before he let out a laugh.

"Man, Halloween really makes people say some weird shit," he said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes as she headed toward the Gilbert house. She didn't have to knock because the front door was wide open. There was a bloody hand print on it and Rebekah groaned. Why? Why couldn't she go anywhere without this happening?

"Jeremy?" Bonnie called.

"Oh, cool. Fake blood. Are they like hosting a House of Horrors tonight?" Kai asked and Rebekah turned to glare at him. Kai's eyes widened when he realized that she was not faking it and he held up his hands. "'Kay. Someone forgot her Midol."

"This is why I never liked you," Rebekah spat before she stomped forward, grimacing at the blood on the couch. There was a lot more by the back door.

Bonnie stopped by the phone and hit the answering machine. "Jeremy, we've been arrested. Don't ask why. Just call Aunt Jenna and bail us out. Like now," the last part was Damon yelling in the background before there was a click.

"I wonder what happened in here?" Kai looked around and scratched the back of his head. He placed his finger on the kitchen counter and whipped a smear of blood off, placing it to his tongue, he gagged. "What kind of freaks use real blood?"

"Those who don't live to tell the tale," Rebekah snapped at him. Turning her back on the scene, she moved toward the front door.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie called after Rebekah.

"I'm going to find my brothers before they, too, become the victims of tonight's Halloween massacre."

"Maybe they're in jail with Elena and Damon," Kai said absently, still looking at the blood and beginning to frown.

"Yes, maybe they are," Rebekah retorted.

"Think my sister might be there too," Kai asked.

"Probably," Rebekah replied no longer caring what he had to say.

"I'm coming with you," the Parker pain in Rebekah's ass called as Bonnie got into her car.

"Fine. Just keep your mouth shut," Rebekah ordered the male in their group.

"If you say so," Kai replied with a smile.

Rebekah settled into her seat as Bonnie began to drive toward the Sheriff's Station. It was not that Rebekah believed that Caroline's mother would keep Elena and Damon, who were practically her excess children over night, it was that she was afraid of what their presence would draw. And she was hoping that Damon knew how Stefan was doing. What would be better than that would be if he knew where her brothers were. Sighing, she closed her eyes when she heard the car make a thudding sound.

Her eyes snapped open and Rebekah looked at Bonnie who stared back at her. They got out of the car slowly to find that someone had put a scarecrow in the middle of the road. "Get back in the car!" Rebekah shouted as Axe Lady came running at Bonnie who ducked as the axe hit the top of the car and would not come back out.

Jumping back into the car, Rebekah locked the door as Freya came to stand over her, grinning and waving the bloodied tip of her knife. "You're next," she mouthed.

Bonnie hopped inside and fired her engine before she twisted the wheel, hitting one, then both the lunatics, driving them back.

"Whoa. Now those people are really into Halloween," Kai said with a laugh. Rebekah was about to hit him when he pulled out his phone. "I've got a message from Liv. Want to hear?" They nodded.

"Kai, some girl that looks just like Elena tried to kill Jeremy but we stopped her. We're on our way to the Sheriff's department. You need to get here," Liv yelled.

"See, even Liv's gotten into the spirit. Man, I love this holiday," Kai rejoiced as Bonnie and Rebekah looked at each other. They wondered how much he would love it if someone stabbed him in the gut. Glaring out into the night, Rebekah knew that if she was forced to endure one more second of listening to his mindless chatter that she would kill him herself. That was when the back windshield exploded and Kai fell forward, blood pouring from a wound in his head. Yes, finally, someone had shut him up, Rebekah had thought with satisfaction.

"We have to go to the hospital," Bonnie said, looking back at Kai.

"He's dead," Rebekah replied.

"No, he's still breathing," Bonnie told her, placing her hand to his mouth.

"Damn. Well, drop me at the sheriff's first. I still have my gold card and someone has to rescue Elena and Damon from their stupidity as usual," she retorted.

Minutes later they arrived at the Sheriff's with twenty-one hours, ten minutes and five seconds remaining.

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