Just to let you's know there won't be any vampires or witches in this story. Purely a wolf story. Thanks for reviewing. Enjoy :)
"Your brother walks in here. I'm warning you I'll slap him across the face." Hayley gave her a stern look which only left Rebekah looking amused.
"I think he'll be slapping me across the face. I didn't go home last so we'll all be avoiding him for a while…"
Hayley assumed they had gotten to know each other a little better but not that much. She didn't beat around the bush, she gave her a disapproving look and Rebekah instantly jumped up to defend herself, "No. Not like that. We talked…Normally I would just jump into bed with him but I actually think I might be able to tolerate him."
She was unconvinced that she was just tolerating him, she seemed to be doing a lot more than that. "Nik has a bit of a temper but he doesn't really mean anything by it."
She cleaned the counter furiously, he just irritated her, for an Englishman he was in no way polite he was condescending and aggravating. He might be able to get angry and push people around but not her, she was more upset that he'd bested her normally she could kick any guys ass if the time presented itself. He was well muscled, it seemed, how would she know. But his strength didn't match up with his body. "Well let me tell you Benny isn't happy at the brush off he gave her. He has no tact does he?"
"That he does not. When are you done here?"
"An hour. Why?..."
"I should go home and deal with my parent who is probably in a huff but back up would be lovely."
She groaned endlessly but still she wanted the chance to shout at him if he was in one of his huffs, she could defiantly wind him up. That, would make her feel better.
"Okay. Can't believe you're scared of your own brother."
Rebekah was stalling as she held the door knob like it was a ticking time bomb, "Are we going to go in. Or just stand here all day."
Rebekah nudged her outstretched hand that was reaching for the door away and grimacing she pushed the door open putting on her best face, she called happily "Nik?"
He paced into the room like he'd been struck by lightning totally ignoring her standing there, his eyes turned into slits as he zoned in on Rebekah. "Where were you?"
"Out. I met someone and we lost track of time…"
"Rebekah we can't stay here. We can't stay anywhere, you know that. So why are you doing this, why can't you just stay put." He roared causing Rebekah to flinch and take a step back faltering, he was winning but he'd no right to.
"Hey she is aloud go out she's a grown woman. And…you…are not her dad so back the fuck off all right." She snapped taking a step towards him.
He glared at her for a moment before turning to Rebekah, "What's she doing here? I need to talk to you and I can't do it with her here you know that."
"She. Sorry I didn't know you suffered from short term memory loss." She spat and Klaus turned to her taking a step closer as they battled it out.
"This is family business."
"Rebekah asked me to be here."
"Well you can go. We won't be staying here long, so a clean break might be easier, love."
She was so mad she couldn't even form a response she just growled at him, "Why should I have to pack up and go. If you want to, go ahead but I'm tired Nik."
It was the first time she saw his face vulnerable like a scared kid. "If we're always moving. We're never going to get to live. It's just going to be us two running until we die and I can't do that Nik, I'm sorry I can't…" unapologetic tears streamed down her face and without a word she turned and fled the room.
Forgetting she was there apparently. Now she would be left in the room with him, she would've been okay with just arguing with him until she came back but he looked utterly forlorn.
He ran a tired hand through his curly hair, taking a slow step in no general direction and she actually felt bad for the poor sucker. "You alright?"
He didn't answer for a few moments, he hadn't heard her. "Excuse me."
"You okay."
"Just dandy." He muttered dropping to his couch in a slump his head falling back over the top of the couch, his two hands rubbing tiredly over his face.
She unfortunately saw as his shirt rose up showing some well-defined, toned stomach on any other day with any other person she would've greatly appreciated.
She wanted to make sure Rebekah was okay, so she couldn't really leave. She had to be back soon enough. Option one she could stand awkwardly in the exact same spot in the exact same room looking uncomfortable or option two she could sit down beside him and hope he'd fall asleep. So that they wouldn't end up arguing. Can't be that bad she decided walking over so she could drop to the couch like he did. If the worst comes to the worst she'd just have to shoot him.
That night never left his head, the night where he really became the monster his father Mikael harped on about him being. His family had found him or Mikael had and they had just brought them back to their home, it wasn't a week before the beatings started again. This night, his head hung low as he shuffled with little enthusiasm towards the large wooden door of his home, hearing quiet chatters amongst his family.
When he wasn't there, they seemed to argue far less even Mikael seemed to be making small talk with Rebekah and Elijah, it seemed light and easy. He knew when he walked in the atmosphere would change Mikael would look at him with accusatory eyes, because he ruined everything they had before. Kol would throw him an amused but worried look, Finn always seemed to fade into the background when the fights would begin, Elijah would show remorse but unable to disobey his father. Rebekah was the only woman so be it she was a tad more emotional about the whole thing but she was always so cut up whenever he touched him, that he felt aggravated when she would start to sob. So much so that he'd wanted to slam Mikael's head into the ground. His body was feeling odd it always did on a full moon, like a prickle of power gently jabbing at him.
Werewolves that is what they'd say in those old ghost stories. He'd always wondered what it must feel like in these stories to have your body change into something of a beast like that.
The power surging in your body with every stride who took, the feeling that must rise in your chest it sounded like a beautiful thing.
Dragging himself to the door, he straightened up his posture so he could look Mikael straight in the eye, slouching was a sign of weakness. If you couldn't stand properly what was the point in standing at all, boy?! The door clicked closed a sign of his entrance and everyone's eyes flicked in the dining room to look to him. Most of them dropped their gaze to the table while Rebekah encouragingly patted a chair for him to sit on, "Niklaus…You're back, take a seat." His mother's voice was meant to be bright and bubbly but it was strained thin.
"Hurry up boy!"
He didn't dare provoke him when he might get away scot free for one night. One night without blood dribbling down the back of his head. One night where he didn't wake up with his eyes and lips swollen like some beaten down slave. "Where were you?" Mikael demanded.
He held back his sigh that would bring the fight upon him, Rebekah reached underneath the table to give his hand a slight squeeze. "Felt like taking a walk."
"Great that you can just do things you just FEEL like doing. There was chores to be done."
His hand was eternally paused on his fork, still searching for an opportunity he would actually get to eat, "Well if you told me before I would've done them…"
His eyes a blaze he threw the chair back and he tiredly and helplessly looked to his mother he didn't want to this today. He was growing infinitely more tired. "So it's my fault! Is it!"
His mother would barely look at him and it was rubbing him the wrong way. Why was he to be punished and the rest get off scot free?
"Mother. Please do something." He said lowly and she continuously played with her fork ignoring his eyesight.
He ducked his head lower to make her see him but she never did. Grabbing her arm he tugged on it until frightened eyes met his. "Please. Do something make him stop." He growled and she yelped just in time to see Mikael toss his hand away from her and shove him backwards.
He pushed himself back on to his feet like he always had to. He was tired, he wanted all of this to stop he'd been happy away from him and now he was right back here again.
"Just stop. Just leave me alone!" he roared tears flashing to his eyes.
Mikael chuckled but it was a chuckle that made you want to tear out his tongue for it, he was just taunting him as he usually did. "Is the pup upset?"
"Why can't you just stop. I never did anything to you. All I want to is leave here…" he couldn't help how it sounded like a plea which would never make Mikael happy.
"You are not my son! You don't deserve to live a happy life, that's why I put up with your presence around this house!"
He charged forward again his hand already prepared to grab at him, his mother finally feeling the guilt stepped forward to stop him. Putting out her own two hands to hopelessly push against his chest. He felt Mikael's hand grab the side of his throat, he hadn't known whose hand was on his shoulder. He thought it was Mikael's he didn't know…
Gritting his teeth in anger he blindly pushed the hand away, his vision blurry as he blinked through these pointless tears that seemed to scatter across his face.
Mikael froze and that's how he knew it was bad. His mother had been tossed across the room, her head must've connected with a cabinet he didn't know. He couldn't even recall stumbling forward, "Mum." He quietly pleaded for her to move afraid to turn and look at his siblings which wouldn't be able to mask the disgust they felt for him now.
Mikael pulled her across his lap, finding blood, too much blood at the back of her head and even though he was there he still tried to go towards her. Rebekah was there, tugging at his shoulder showing much more strength than he had right now.
"Nik. We've to go." She snapped pulling more roughly against him.
Mikael's eyes snapped to his and Rebekah was finally able to remove him from his state of shock, grabbing some keys and things in vampire speed fashion, they were out the door.
He was shoved into the car while Rebekah was already a questionable driver sped down the road caring little for oncoming traffic or pedestrians at that time.
They pulled up into some hotel on the outskirts of nowhere and it was there he finally saw her lose her composure. When she finally stopped moving, worrying, she started to think about what had happened. He was afraid she wouldn't be able to stand the sight of him anymore.
"Becks.." he said quietly stepping towards her as she broke into trembling sobs that croaked from the back of her throat.
She crouched lower to the ground her legs unable to keep her upright but he caught her before she could fall and he was surprised when her arms wrapped around him in a desperate hug.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." His voice catching as he refused to break when she needed him.
Her hands clung tighter to him, "I know. It wasn't you. It was him. He's the monster."
He let his paranoid mind rest at her words because he didn't know if he could do all of this without her. That was when it hit, he felt a pain like no other he'd ever felt before and his head started to throb like it had its own heartbeat. "Nik?!" Rebekah tried to pry his fingers that were pressing his head to stay together away.
As sudden as it started, it just stopped. "Bloody hell. What was that?"
He shook his head wordlessly before falling to the ground resting his back up against the wall and she followed suit. He'd bet sooner or later they'd find out.