Pleasure in mayhem
Rebekah wakes up after being daggered for 52 years.
She lifted her hand to her head, wincing slightly. Her head was throbbing painfully, and as she touched her temple gently. She breathed in slowly and heavily, taking in the scene. She, herself, there, sitting on a bloodstained chair, ruby droplets dripping from her wounds. Her body suddenly felt so heavy, like chainmail, and unresponsive. She couldn't move... she didn't want to move. She curled up into a tight ball, the world blurring into a flicker of dim lights and strange, moving colors. She was awake now. For a moment there was only blackness, and then she opened her eyes into a blinding light.
The furthest she could recall was the sharpest pain inflected by something and someone hard and unmerciful. The blow had taken the air out of her from surprise. She could remember hearing when the object had first brutally contacted her unsuspecting heart, a crack, that shouldn't have resembled too much of crushing a shell for having anything to do with the body. She could remember the split second thought of why Klaus would do this, and then she remembered darkness and nothing.
She sat up straight breathing heavily in her old bed. "It's about time" she looked up at the sound of the voice and saw him.
Her eyes traveled from his villainous face to his hands. In his right hand, he had a dagger which he twisted leisurely in between his fingers and his left hand rested lazily on his legs. He sat on the chair so comfortably like a little kid preparing himself to watch his favorite show. "I was bored waiting" he continued sedately. Her eyes widened as she became very aware of the situation. "But I did so want to see your face and it is indeed, priceless"
"You bastard, what day is it?" she asked inconveniently.
"Sunday" He answered as if it was no big deal.
"I have been daggered for a whole week?" she asked as she remembered the reason she had been daggered in the first place. "Marcel, what have you done to him?" she asked afraid of the unknown.
He turned his eyes to the dagger "it's 1887 Rebekah, you've been daggered for 52 years"
52 years?NO, it hadn't been that long, she must have heard him wrong but even so, her voice was somehow lost. She struggled to find it "what?"
"and don't worry about Marcel, I presented him with a choice" no no no, she shook her head as he continued "he could choose to undagger you and live out the rest of his human days with you, or I could turn him instead as he's always wanted in exchange for giving you up" NO, NO, NO "No he wouldn't do that to me" She refused to believe him. Klaus was nothing but a liar so of course she knew he was lying
"Oh he...did" somehow even though she denied believing it, she couldn't help the tears that formed in her eyes.
The door suddenly opened and she looked up
Marcel entered the room with a candle and looked at her acknowledging her presence and his eyes cold. So it was true, she blinked away the tears as she tried to keep from melting down.
The pain she felt was 1000000 times worse than any other pain she had ever felt before. It was even worse than what she had felt when her family had been broken up, It was worse than being daggered for 100 years by her brother whom she loved more than anything, it was deep down the core, the pain was indescribable and she just wanted to vanish from the earth.