A/N: Hey guys. So I got a review from militato 123 saying 'Might be good to put a lil summary of the last few chapters, no idea wat this chapter or story was about lol' and I'm sorry - I'm not quite sure what you mean? Did anyone else have this problem - that they aren't understanding what's going on? Millitato123 - You did read it from the start right? Anyway - just wanted to clarify that this is making sense! So here we go.
"Rebekah," I breathed. "Thank god."
There were a few moments of tense silence before she hesitantly replied, "Madelyn?"
"Bekah, you have to help. I know you're probably angry with me and I know that I just left three months ago without saying goodbye but I can explain myself later-"
"Explain yourself?!" I was right - she was definitely angry. "You up and leave, no explanation, no goodbye and now you want my help?! I thought you were dead! Or you'd run off with some boy!"
"I know," I put my head in my hands, gripping the phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. My eyelashes brushed the tired hollows under my eyes as I closed them. "I'm sorry but you have to understand I-…I thought I was putting you in danger. Please Rebekah…you're the only person I have."
She didn't reply for a long moment. I held my breath, not daring to utter another word.
"Where are you?" She finally caved. I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank you," I said sincerely. "Look, I'm in New Orleans and this stupid little witch-"
"Wait what?" She cut me off once again. "You're in New Orleans?"
I hesitated, confused. "Yes..Why?"
"Have you been in New Orleans since you left?" She demanded.
"No, I just arrived a few days ago. Before that I was..all over," I said, unsure where her line of questions were headed.
"But…I'm in New Orleans," she said. "My whole family is."
I stopped. "Coincidence?"
"Never."
"Look, we'll figure it out after ok?" The sun was beginning to poke over the horizon, casting dark, orange shadows across the pale tiled floor. Davina was probably going to wake soon. "Some little witch has got me locked away in an attic. She's under the influence of some arrogant vampire guy."
"Vampire?" Rebekah's voice immediately changed, stiffening. "What was his name Madelyn? What did he look like?"
"His name's Marcel. He introduced himself all cocky and 'I'm so much better than you' like."
"Madelyn I'm coming for you now. Do not provoke either the witch that is holding you captive nor any vampires that you may encounter. Please-please just be safe a little while longer," her voice was desperate now, scared perhaps even. Not for herself, but for me.
"Rebekah wait! How do you-? I don't understand! You don't even know where I am!" I protested, my voice accidentally raising.
"I don't need to. I only need to know where bloody Marcel is," I could hear her walking through a door.
"Bekah don't! Do not go looking for him! He will kill you!" I was near shouting now. Oh god, I thought. No, no no. I won't let her get killed for me. Not someone else. I shouldn't have called her.
She barked out a sarcastic laugh. "He can have fun trying. Don't worry love, I'll be fine."
"What are you talking about?" I felt tears rise to my eyes. "I don't understand."
"He's not the only vampire here," she sighed. "Maddy, there's something I need to tell you. I'm-"
"You liar!"
I was suddenly thrown back against the bathroom wall, the wall splintering at the impact and pain shooting through my back. The phone shattered to the floor as I slipped to the ground, groaning in pain. I looked up at Davina's furious face, her arm raised. She winced as the pain that resonated through my back also flowed through her.
"God I actually believed that whole story about you having no one - hell I pitied you! But you're just like all the rest of them," Her eyes were blazing with a hatred that seemed unnatural for such a pretty face. "A liar."
"You're keeping me locked up here, working for a vampire and you expect me not to try to escape?!" I cried out. "Davina I want to help you! But I don't want to help Marcel!"
I felt the mark on my collarbone begin to burn as my magic strained to be free, to be able to protect me and for a few moments I thought it may succeed, but eventually the spell binding Davina and I and locking away my magic, won out.
"Don't act as though you care about me! You don't! None of the witches do! You say that you don't want to help Marcel, but he's the only one that ever helped me - against people like you!" I could tell she wanted to cause me pain, to make me suffer and bleed - but she couldn't do so without hurting herself.
"I'm not your enemy. I'm sorry - about what the witches did to you. It was wrong and it must have been horrible. But that doesn't mean you side with a vampire! They're not natural - they go against everything witches are supposed to work towards! Balance."
"It doesn't matter! Vampires are people - just like us! They have feelings and people they care about - Just like us! Marcel saved my life. Nothing you say to me will change that," she was a stubborn little thing, but God did I admire her. She stood up for what she believed in. Stood up for herself. In other circumstances, I thought we would have been fast friends.
"Ok. Ok," I relented. "Davina I'm not against you. I didn't lie to you. I didn't think I had anyone…but my friend she.." I dropped my head into my hands. Rebekah had been about to tell me something before Davina had interrupted. What was it?
"She's coming for you," Davina assumed.
I looked up at her. I admired Davina - yes. But if she hurt Rebekah, I didn't care if I didn't have my magic - I'd kill myself and her along with me.
Rebekah was fuming. Furious. Anger blazed through her undead body as she strode toward the restaurant that she could see Marcel was sitting in with a blonde woman.
She didn't care that Marcel had no way of knowing that Maddy was her friend - her dearest friend - he should never have laid a finger on her. And now he was going to pay for it.
Rebekah flung open the doors to the restaurant.
"Where is she Marcel?" She demanded, walking around to stand in front of the couple's table.
Marcel sighed and sat back. "Hello to you too. Came, Rebekah," he motioned to the girl sitting beside him. "Rebekah, Cami."
"I see you still have a thing for blondes," Rebekah's voice was venomous.
Cami barely got in a word of protestation before, in a flash, Rebekah had Marcel pinned against the wall, a hand around his throat.
"Tell me where she is!" Rebekah squeezed his throat painfully, ignoring the stupid human shouting behind her.
"Who are you talking about?!" He yelled.
"Madelyn! Teenager, brown hair, probably the most powerful witch you'll ever meet," Rebekah snarked. Marcel's eyebrows furrowed.
"How the hell do you know her?"
Rebekah's patience snapped and her hand tightened. "Tell me Marcel or I will kill you!"
There were a few moments of silence and Rebekah remembered how it had felt to have his body pressed against her own, his lips on hers.
"No," he contradicted. "You won't."
She faltered, looking at the man in front of her and she let her hand slide from his throat.
"Perhaps you're right," she admitted, letting him think he'd won for all of 5 seconds. Then she was over by Cami, pinning an arm against her throat and pushing the human back against the wall. "But I will kill her," there was a conviction in Rebekah's voice that ensured if she didn't get what she wanted, heads would roll.
Marcel immediately put his hands up in surrender. "Let her go!" This somehow infuriated Rebekah more - he clearly cared about this stupid human. "You won," he walked toward them hesitantly. "I'll take you to see Madelyn."
Rebekah let her arm fall from around the blonde's throat.
"What the hell are you people?" Cami gasped desperately. Rebekah didn't even spare her a look.
We were both still sitting on the bathroom floor when Davina finally spoke. "I know you're not a normal witch. You're different. I can feel it," She said. "Is that why you're so determined to maintain balance? Because you think you upset it and you want to…fix it?"
I let out a long breath. "Maybe," I admitted. "Maybe I just…don't want what happened to me to happen to others."
She hesitated before she asked, knowing that I wouldn't really want to answer, "And..what happened to you?"
I ran my fingers over the lines between the tiles. My head felt like a whirlpool, thoughts like a million different stars that couldn't quite form constellations. "I lost everyone I ever cared about," I finally admitted, my voice strained. I looked up at Davina. "I was left completely alone, with no one I cared about and no one that cared about me." I reached out and lay my hand over hers. "I don't want that to happen to you."
I didn't know this girl - not really. I'd been with her for no more than four days but for some reason I felt like we were the same, like she was the one person in the entire world that could possibly understand me. I tried to blame it on the link between us - after all, we could feel each other's emotions. But it was more than that. We were in the same situation - nearly. And since the incident - the night I lost my whole family - I hadn't told anyone what had happened. Rebekah new general, brief details but I never told her how it made me feel. But Davina was different. She was young and where there should have been carelessness there was fear, where there should have been joy there was sadness, where there should have been family and friends, there was emptiness, filled only with the vampire that saved her life.
"I get it," I murmured. "You and Marcel. You lost everything and he was the only thing you gained. The only thing you have. That's what Rebekah was - the girl I just called. Before that night…I had never felt real fear or sorrow. And since that night…it's all I've felt."
She searched my face with her big, brown eyes. I could feel as something inside her broke. She slowly rotated her hand under my own, linking our fingers together. "I know," she said and I knew she meant it because she did - she knew. "I'm sorry."
I gave her a small, sad smile and opened my mouth to say something - although I'm not sure what - when voices came from outside the attic, before Marcel's booming voice declared, "Got to ask the lady of the house!"
Davina and I scrambled to our feet. I walked out, ahead of Davina.
"Bekah!" I called, racing forward to where the tall, blonde stood, just outside the attic threshold. I was so close to her when suddenly I ran into an invisible barrier. Dammit! I thought, I'm locked in the room!
"Maddy," Rebekah's eyes were stricken.
"Invite her in," Marcel commanded Davina.
"Come in," Davina obliged. The moment she was able, Rebekah stepped into the room and threw her arms around me. I responded swiftly, holding her tightly.
"Are you hurt?" She immediately questioned when we pulled back. I shook my head.
"No," I breathed. "No, I'm ok."
"She's an old one, isn't she?" Davina spoke from behind me and I turned to look at her, my eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't tell me that." Her eyes were accusing once more, the moment that we had had previously in the bathroom having vanished.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"She's a vampire. One of the first ones," Davina said. "Is that why you didn't want to teach me the spell? Because you thought I'd use it on her?"
I looked back at Rebekah. "You're a vampire?" I breathed, hardly able to believe it. How hadn't I known? How hadn't I felt it? I had spent over two months with her and whilst I had suspected she was different - after all she knew about the supernatural and accepted my being a witch easily - I had never thought she could have been that; a blood-sucking undead monster! And one of the oldest, the strongest as well!
"Maddy I'll explain everything," she promised. "But first - Marcel, I am leaving here with her, whether you like it or not."
"I don't take orders from you or your family," he declared. "Not anymore."
Rebekah's eyes narrowed and she went to take a menacing step forward when Davina spoke up, "I wouldn't if I were you."
Rebekah turned her glare to the youngest person in the room. "Who the hell are you?"
I placed my hand on my blonde friends shoulder. "Don't," I warned her.
"Davina," the witch replied.
"What has he done to you?" Rebekah demanded of me.
"Davina and I are connected Bekah. She's blocked off my magic and anything that happens to her, happens to me," i explained.
"D, I think it's time for Rebekah to leave," Marcel said. "She hasn't been very nice to me tonight."
Davina cocked an eyebrow and with a glance, Rebekah was thrown back against the wall.
"Stop!" I shouted, lounging toward Davina. Marcel caught me however, holding me tightly. I struggled against him as Davina threw Rebekah around the room and then finally out the window.
"No!" I shouted.
"She'll be fine!" Marcel yelled over the top of me, forcing my body back against the wall and pinning me against it with his hands. I felt helpless without my magic and I hated it, hated it, hated it. "She's an Original, stronger than you can even imagine. A bump on her head will heal in seconds. The snapped back though..well that might take a little longer."
"If you think I'm going to teach your little weapon how to kill the First Vampires when my friend is one then you're crazy!" I shouted in his face.
"You'll teach her or you'll be locked up here with no magic for the rest of your life," he threatened.
"Fine," I spat. "Keep me locked up. I won't hurt my friend and so long as Davina and I are linked - you can't hurt me." I leaned closer and could feel his warm breath on my face, his nose nearly brushing mine. I didn't miss the way his eyes darted down to my lips, but I did ignore it. "And if you do unlink Davina and I to try and hurt me…you'll be dead before you can blink."
"Really?" He taunted.
"Marcel," Davina interrupted. "She's going to be awake soon."
The vampire slowly backed away, his hands sliding down my arms as he let me go. Then, suddenly, he was gone and it felt like I could breathe again.
I looked over to Davina. "I didn't know," I said. "That she was a vampire…I don't know how, but I didn't."
"She lied to you," Davina pointed out.
"She's still my friend," I replied. Davina opened her mouth to say something but then Marcel appeared, carrying Rebekah in his arms.
"You need to wipe her memory of the location of this place, D," Marcel said and I scowled. I wanted to protest, but instead I was caught up in the way Marcel gently lay Bekah onto the bed, pushing some strands of long blonde hair out of her face.
He took a few steps back to stand beside me as Davina sat down next to the Original and began chanting over her. I could feel the magic Davina was using and we were so closely bound I wasn't even sure if it was mine or hers. Perhaps both.
After a few moments, Marcel spoke lowly, as to not distract the little witch. "Rebekah's not the target. I would never hurt her - not really."
I looked at him, although he refused to meet my eyes. "You care about her. "
"I have for a long time," he admitted.
"If she's not the target..then who is?" I questioned.
He paused, as if debating on telling me, before he finally turned to face me, leaning a shoulder against the wall. "Her brother - or brothers if need be."
Rebekah had said her family was in town. She had spoken about them frequently with me, mostly with disdain and annoyance, and yet I could tell that she loved them dearly.
"Why?"
"Because this is my town," he said vindictively. "And they've taken enough from me. But not this, not what I've built here. Rebekah's not the threat that needs to be eliminated… Along with New Orleans, she's the prize."
I licked my lips before placing a hand on his chest and, using all my strength, pushing him harshly back into the wall. I knew he could rip away any moment he wanted, but he didn't.
"Let's get one thing straight," i spat. "You can take down her brothers, keep your stupid city - but Rebekah is not and never will be a prize."
Rebekah slowly blinked open her eyes. She was lying on a comfy, soft bed in a dizzyingly familiar room, although with her head as fuzzy as it was, she couldn't quite place why it was familiar. She slowly turned her head to look at Marcel.
"Welcome back Rebekah," he said. "You were out for quite awhile."
"Where am I?" Her head pounded, like it had been scrambled. "How did I get here?"
"You upset Davina," Marcel replied. "I'm glad you two finally got to meet. Now you know what you're dealing with."
"Is this my old room?" She questioned as it dawned on her.
"Well it's mine now," Marcel said. "Just like this town is mine, Davina's mine and Madelyn's mine until I feel like letting her go. What was once yours, what was once your brother's, it's now mine." He turned and walked toward the door before turning back. "And don't ever touch Cami again." He walked out and slammed the door closed behind him.
Shit, Rebekah thought. What if he hurt her? What if he hurt Madelyn?
He wouldn't dare, another part of her mind rebelled.
She needed to get her friend back - and fast.
Rebekah stormed in through the front door as Niklaus walked down the steps of the elegant mansion.
"Marcel has my friend," she declared. "He has her locked up, using her. She called me and I managed to find out where she was. I saw Marcel's secret weapon that you've been going on about."
"Well don't stand on ceremony. What is it?" He demanded.
"It's not a what. It's a who. A girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen and…I've never felt power like that."
"A witch."
"She's not just any witch! She has a spell on Madelyn - one of the most powerful witches in the world! To be able to do that…She's something I've never seen before. And now she's linked to Madelyn…If she can access Maddy's power, than she'll be truly unstoppable. We have to get Madelyn away from her. Without her magic, Maddy is defenceless and they must need her for something. I just don't know what." She took a step closer to her brother. The brother that betrayed and back-stabbed and whom you could never trust. "Nik, you have to help me get my friend back. If not for me then for yourself. If Davina has access to Madelyn's power and Marcel is controlling her…she could destroy all of us."
Klaus only needed to consider it for a moment. "Where is she?"
Rebekah opened her mouth to speak but stopped short, thinking hard and coming up blank. "I-I don't know."
"What's wrong?" Klaus's eyebrows furrowed in worry and confusion.
"That clever bitch wiped my memory of the location," Rebekah replied. "Marcel possess a weapon more powerful and bigger than an original and he has my closest friend!"
"What is going on?" Elijah appeared at the top of the staircase. "Rebekah?"
"Elijah please. Marcel has my friend and she's in trouble. I don't know where she is and I don't know what he's going to do with her," Rebekah looked thoroughly upset and neither brothers liked seeing their sister upset.
"Well then," Elijah fiddled with the cuff on the sleeve of his shirt. "It appears we're on a rescue mission then."
"Yes," Klaus smirked. "It looks like we are."
A/N: Longest chapter so far whoop! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Big shout out to the user Roheline for all their really, really kind reviews!
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