Things were tense at the Gilbert house with Virgil refusing to talk to her siblings and including Caroline and Bonnie in the freeze out too. Strangely though, she did not seem to be repulsed by the fact that Caroline was a vampire and so were the Salvatore brothers. She didn't have to be because she and an Original vampire were now on the best of terms.
Virgil could not even begin to comprehend why Elena and the others hated Rebekah- she was totally lovely and was the first true friend she'd found since coming to Mystic Falls. Rebekah took her under her wing at cheerleading practice and went on shopping sprees with Virgil, where she insisted on buying at least one thing as a gift for her.
The truth was, even though Virgil dissuaded Rebekah from trying to buy anything for her, the older girl was loaded. She also knew the reasons behind this. Ever since the 10th cent. It had never been hard for Rebekah to charm her way into the elite circles of every age since, and she'd constantly accumulated wealth along the way. That was, until her brother Niklaus decided it was enough and daggered her.
She'd told Virgil all about Klaus and his terrifying ways and Rose had been horrified. "Why don't you just leave him?" she asked incredulously.
Rebekah sighed. "It's not that easy. I still love him –hard to believe as that might be- you'll understand if you ever meet him. A more charming guy isn't alive on Planet Earth. He's charming and gentleman-like all the way till he snaps your neck and the last thing you see are his dimples."
Elena, to state the obvious, was not happy about this alliance at all. She tried talking to Virgil but just like always, when it came to Rebekah, the conversation ended badly.
"She told me the truth, which is more than can be said of all of you!" Rose would retort when Elena demanded to know why she was so attached to Rebekah.
"She's evil Rose! Why don't you understand that?" Elena cried. "She only wants to manipulate you and get her own back at my family! She'll try to hand you over to Klaus just so she can blackmail and torture every one of us!"
Virgil's expression grew icy as she said, "That's where you're wrong. She's protecting me from Klaus too-she's told me all about him already and doesn't it strike you how I'm not in Klaus's clutches yet? She obviously hasn't done anything wrong has she? It's just you and your awful prejudices against people who are different to you!"
Elena gasped in horror. "How can you say that?! Virgil-"
But her younger sister had already stormed away.
And as usual, Stefan and Damon both had different takes on the matter.
"maybe you should just leave her be for a while," Stefan suggested, "she's hurt-which is understandable. She'll realise the truth about Rebekah on her own."
"But it might be too late by then!" Elena protested. "Rebekah can hand her over to Klaus whenever she wants!"
"you know, truthfully? I don't think rebekah would have bothered lying to you about being friends with Virgil if she meant to give her to Klaus. Think about it, Virgil could have been in Klaus's mansion after the cheerleading auditions but she arrived home safe and sound."
"Oh, don't take that evil witch's side, Stefan!" Elena snapped in disgust.
"Would you like me to snap Rebekah's neck?" was all Damon had to offer.
Elena stared at him. He shrugged.
"Or I could borrow a dagger from Klaus and stick it in her spine."
*Bleep**Bleep**Bleep*
The sound of her phone receiving a text message came to her in the shower. Turning the water off, Virgil flung a bathrobe around herself before going into the bedroom where the phone was. The message was from Rebekah and said:
*R u busy? Im bored. Fncy comin round 2 mine?*
*Uh-huh. -_- wat bout ur big bad wlf bro?*
*He's out. God knows where-I dnt care. House is empty. *
*Urrrrmmmm…..-_O*
*Plz? Xxxxxxxx*
*Ok. I'll be over in half n hour.*
*Luv ya! Mwah!*
Virgil smiled and set the phone on the table before going over to her wardrobe. Now came the inevitable dilemma of what to wear.
She swept past the dresses and the skirts began rifling through her jeans. She pulled out a pair of skinny, black ones and layered them with t-shirt that said 'Anarchy is alive and kicking' and a black blazer jacket over the top. She pulled back her curly black hair into a high ponytail and slipped on her converse before going out of the room.
Jeremy was downstairs with Damon, both of them sprawled across the sofa, fingers manically flying across Xbox controllers. Damon looked up immediately and whistled when he saw her.
"Looking hot Rosie. Where are you going? Blind date?"
"Screw you," Virgil growled before slamming the front door behind her.
It was open again before she'd even stepped off the porch and Damon came out to block her way.
"No, seriously- where are you going?" he asked, his grey eyes glinting.
"I'm going to meet Bekah, now move out of my way," she snapped.
"Meeting her where?"
"None of your business! You're not my dad so stop acting like you are!"
"Virgil, I'm asking for your own safety!"
"Or maybe to get into Elena's good books?"
Damon looked as if he were on the verge of an angry snarl, but then, he swallowed and continued more calmly:
"You're going to their house, aren't you? You must be crazy- but if you insist, then I'm coming with you."
"Like hell you are! Get out of my way!" Virgil said angrily.
"I'm coming and there's nothing you can do about it. Take it or leave it." He turned and started walking down the driveway.
Virgil sighed and gave up, following him. Hopefully, Rebekah would drive him off once they were there, because honestly, what could Damon do against an Original hybrid like Klaus?
Rebekah was waiting for Virgil at the gates to the mansion and was at her side in an instant when she saw her escort.
"What is he doing here?" she said, scowling at Damon.
"Don't mind me- I'm the official bodyguard committee," Damon replied coolly.
"Okay, now that you've brought me here safely, you have permission to leave," Virgil said sarcastically.
"You're losing the point here, darling, "he rolled his eyes theatrically, " I was expecting Klaus to attack you in is own territory, not in full view for all the mortals to see out side."
"Leave the protecting to me. She'll be fine under my protection," Rebekah growled, "now could you please just leave?"
Virgil could tell Damon was getting ready to fight it out , so she wearily said, "It's okay Bekah. If he insists, he can come. But he can stay in the living room."
"Good girl," he grinned dryly and followed the two of them inside.
Virgil had heard much about the Mikaelson mansion from people who had gone to their welcoming ball, but seeing it in person was way better.
"Your brother may be a happy homicidal maniac, but he does have very good taste in home furnishings," she said admiringly as she looked around.
"I did most of the actual designing before Nik daggered me- after that, he got the place renovated using my blue prints. I should sue him- but you know, family and all- you can't pick them so you have to make allowances."
"Klaus must have some pretty allowances paid to him then, am I right? Daggering isn't really something you can roll your eyes over and forget," Damon smirked.
"The living room's right there, Damon," Rebekah said to him, "Feel free to wander around it- btu not anywhere outside it."
"Do you have an Xbox?" Damon asked.
When Rebekah gave him one of her 'looks', he raised his palms defensively and said, "What? I find myself becoming an esteemed member of the Xbox generation. I can sit ten hours straight without having to get up at all."
"I'll be the witness to that," Virgil muttered.
""You're just like Kol,"Rebekah rolled here eyes; "All his games are under the TV unit. Just make sure everything goes back where it was before- Kol has a nasty temper when it comes to someone messing with his precious games."
Damon gave a mock salute and disappeared, eager to ravage the games collection of an Original vampire- no doubt, it was much more impressive than Jeremy's who had to buy games on a budget.
Upstairs, Virgil gave a delighted exclamation when she saw Rebekah's bedroom.
"Wow! Oh my god! This is gorgeous!" she beamed, walking inside as she stared all around her.
Everything alternated between the colour scheme of a deep plum colour and black- the bed spreads were of silk; the floor was polished oak wood with fluffy black rugs laid across it at intervals; the chandelier dangled with sparkly black and purple beads and there was a dressing table in the far corner with a string of violet fairy lights around the mirror.
Rebekah looked almost shy as she said 'thank you' with a pleased smile on her face. Virgil ran towards the bed as if she was going to take a flying leap onto it- but then, she stopped at its side.
"May i?" she grinned.
"Go ahead, "her friend replied, laughing as she jumped on the bed along with her,
"Pillow fight!" whooped Rose as she swiped at Bekah with a cushion.
After a while of jumping, shrieking and giggling, the two of them finally fell side by side on the rumpled duvet, flushed, breathless and happy.
"You know, I've always wanted to have a little sister," Rebekah said, turning her head to smile at Rose. "Someone who I could do all the usual sisterly things with- dressing up, sharing secrets,
"You've got me now," grinned Virgil, sitting up and pulling her up by the hand too. "And I give you permission to dress me up as even Marilyn Manson if you want to."
"I think we should stick with Monroe," laughed Rebekah as she danced over to the walk in closet at the other end of the room.
An hour later, Rebekah stepped back from Virgil to admire her handiwork.
"Perfect," she announced with a smile. "You can look now."
Virgil opened her eyes and turned to the body length mirror near the window. Her first thought was: who the hell is that? She looked way older than sixteen- much more mature much more- Rebekah almost.
Rebekah had chosen the deep violet, off shoulder gown, saying that it brought out the colour of Virgil's eyes. Then, she'd piled her unruly hair up onto her head with such skilful fingers, that she actually managed to tame her wild curls. The smoky eye make up minus lipstick effect, just made the whole look even more crazily glamorous.
"You are unbelievable," she mouthed at a beaming Rebekah. "you've made me look so pretty!"
"You are pretty. I just made it come out in a different way," she replied, tucking a stray lock behind Rose's ear.
"I'll tell you what-I'll go down and shock Damon," Virgil giggled, "I want to see his face when he sees the witchy new me."
So, as Rebekah put away her cosmetics, Rose tip toed down the long hallway and then descended the curving marble staircase. She had her eyes on her feet, concentrating on not tripping in Rebekah's fearsome, six inch gladiator heels. This was why she didn't notice that her descent was being watched by a pair of appreciating eyes at the bottom.
At least, not until she came off the last stair and a pair of patent leather shoes came into her line of vision.
"Hello sweetheart," Klaus smiled.
Virgil's first instinct was to scream. And scream she did- short and piercing, because she was only startled by his sudden appearance.
However, it brought an instant reaction.
As one, Rebekah and Damon appeared at her side in two simultaneous blurs.
"It-it's okay. I-I just got a shock. I'm sorry," she stammered to all three of the people around her.
"Apology accepted, sweetheart," the hot blonde newcomer grinned.
"Don't apologize, Rose," Rebekah scowled, "You had good reason to scream. Let me introduce my brother Niklaus."
When Virgil heard the name, her eyes widened and she instinctively moved towards Rebekah with Damon protectively behind her, his steely grey eyes fixed on Klaus.
Klaus on the other hand, was fully relaxed. He gave a loud, theatrical groan and said, "Oh Bekah! Have you been spreading the "Big Bad Wolf Brother" story again?"
"I didn't need to spread it. Your reputation speaks for itself," she replied tartly.
"Virgil Rose, I presume?" Klaus smiled at the violet eyed girl standing next to his sister. "Don't look so scared, sweetheart. I won't bit- never mind Rebekah and her naughty tales. My baby sister has a tendency to fabricate."
"Don't be an arse, Nik."
"And you, Mr Salvatore, it seems the charms of the Petrova doppelganger are wearing off slightly," Klaus turned his mocking eyes on Damon. "Otherwise, why would you ever leave her side?"
Damon's eyebrows lowered as he scowled darkly. "I'm here to make sure the big bad wolf doesn't make a move on little red riding hood."
Klaus chuckled and turned his head to wink at Virgil. "Little violet riding hood, actually. Did you dress her up, Rebekah? She looks almost as evil as you now."
"Come on, Rose," Rebekah muttered, taking her arm and turning back to the staircase.
"Oh no you don't," Damon stepped forward, "We're going home young lady. I can't risk you being delivered to your family in blood bags."
This time, Klaus laughed outright, his head thrown back. "Blood bags? I like the way you think, Mr Salvatore! But why would I bleed this bonnie bird dry? Surely you weren't hoping that I would shift targets from your precious Elena?"
"You make me sick," Virgil hissed suddenly, and before with Rebekah or Damon could stop her, she marched forward until she was face to face with the Original hybrid. "You think you're oh-so-invincible because of your hybrid blood, but you're so low. I wouldn't even consider spitting on you! You've never won love from anyone and so you terrorize my sister to create "loyal" slaves, who don't even like you for starters, and in the end, you'll be left alone with everyone hating you and not one person left by your side!"
There was a stunned silence and the whole scenario seemed to be trapped in a never-ending freeze frame.
Then, Klaus spoke, all traces of good humour gone. "And you, my dear, are lucky that you're beautiful and your voice is like no other I've heard before- or you'd be lying on the ground with every millilitre of blood drained out of you," he murmured with a clear tone of menace in his voice.