Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

Mid Atlantic Ocean - 1702

They were sitting in her bedroom when it happened. Rebekah was seated in an armchair with a novel in her hands, engrossed by the story that beheld her, so engrossed that she even forgot Persephone was there until she had actually finished the novel. Looking up from the last pages, Rebekah spotted her, sitting on the bay window, staring out to the ocean, huddled up, ever so quiet.

"What are you doing?"

Was she just staring out the window the whole time Rebekah was reading? She must've been reading for hours and hours on end, the sun was setting for god's sake! But Persephone didn't even move to look at the blonde across the room, her eyes still glued to the window. "I'm just looking." She muttered softly.

Rebekah scoffed and gestured out to the view. "At what? All there is to see is miles and miles of water and waves, nothing interesting. I don't understand how you can do such meager things for so long, you should read something, what kind of things do you-"

And Persephone suddenly turned her head sharply, her eyes piercing through Rebekah, causing her to stop mid-sentence. "Why do you always have to question everything I do?" She hissed sourly.

Rebekah hesitated, seeing she had struck a nerve. "I guess it's just because…" She started, but trailed off, as she thought more and more about Persephone's words. And she was right, Rebekah did always question her about things she did. Like every time she went to bed particularly early or why she chose a certain meal over another or a one dull dress instead of prettier one. Simple, simple actions and decisions she always questioned Persephone about.

But then there were other; more complicated things Rebekah had never pursued, like questions of her past, her family and friends, questions about Kol. Things she never liked talking about. Things she always avoided talking about. And Rebekah never questioned her on it. Persephone was one of her first true friends, and those months on board had allowed her to grow closer to her than any one she had ever truly befriended. But Rebekah didn't actually know anything about her, only of what she was and why she was running, but other than that basic, necessary information, nothing more. And she never questioned Persephone on those other, deeper things.

She was practically Rebekah's sister-in-law, she was there for a reason, Kol must've truly felt something for her that was stronger than anything else he had ever experienced before for Elijah, or even Nik, to consider allowing her to join them in their journey. Rebekah had never heard of her before, but she would admit that during their time apart, wherein Kol was rampaging around, and Elijah, Nik, and she had separated from him; Rebekah hadn't kept in close contact with him, having told herself that it was too difficult, too hard to try and locate him to even send a letter.

But she was just lazy, and lying to herself. Elijah did it, clearly, as he seemed to know a lot about Kol and Persephone's relationship, more than any of them. Shockingly, Kol must've shared it with Elijah during their time of contact. That in particular, assured Rebekah that Kol really must've loved her.

Because he had never done that before.

He had never really shared to his siblings anything about any of his relationships, his women. They all knew he had them, ladies who fainted in his footsteps, but he never seemed to pay any true mind to them, therefore Nik, Elijah, and Rebekah hadn't. They had met them, the few that hung around for longer than the others, but on singular occasions.

The fact that Kol had told Elijah about the girl, Persephone, told Rebekah indirectly, that it was real. Kol and Elijah weren't close, and she knew he wouldn't have told their elder brother about anyone whom he didn't feel strongly about.

In love, or hate. And she knew it certainly wasn't the latter.

However, it was… odd, the way that Persephone never spoke of him. At the utter of his name it seemed she paled to snow, she seemed to jump out of her skin, loose her voice, she seemed to… die. Rebekah thought it was completely unfathomable that she didn't ever want to talk about him. Yet Elijah had told her that Persephone had been through many atrocities in her life, and it was good to remain cautious about the topics they brought up around her, and that they were never to broach topics that she seemed uncomfortable with.

Rebekah had asked Elijah about why she was 'uncomfortable' with speaking about Kol, about her love. Yet he just said that she disliked the way in which they had daggered him, and insisted to keep him in the coffin the whole trip. Therefore Rebekah could sympathize about why she felt uncomfortable talking about him to the people who were keeping him on lockdown, but Rebekah also knew why un-daggering him was not possible. Kol was completely unpredictable, and it was too much of a risk to wake him whilst they were miles in the middle of the ocean, with no where to run to. He probably would burn the whole ship down.

Despite this, she knew Persephone must've missed him.

However, she knew that sometimes when you were in emotional pain, it was good to speak, to let it out. Sharing your burdens with someone else could be a relief. Rebekah wanted to help her, even though she didn't seen to want anything of the sorts.

She just needed a little push.

"I don't really know anything about you, at all." Rebekah continued gently, and at this she watched as Persephone's face shuttered over, as it did every time she accidently brought things up like this. But it wasn't accidental this time. And she wasn't going to brush it off like she had all those other times. She wanted to hear from her, about her. Not only for herself, but Persephone's sake too. "And every time I, or Elijah or, hell, even Nik brings up anything remotely personal you brush it off. And we don't question it. So instead I ask about the little things, things I know you actually will answer, maybe in a paltry attempt to learn something about you."

She was quiet, staring heavily at Rebekah.

"We hit land in a few days, and it has just occurred to me that I don't know anything about you!" And Rebekah heard her voice jump at the end of the sentence, her emotion getting in the way of her rationality, as it did sometimes. "I have told you so much about myself, about my hell of turning and having to run from my father for the whole of my life, my great loves like Alexander and Claude, about me losing my humanity. You are my best friend, my only friend, and you know every intricate detail about my life, but I know nothing of yours."

Persephone's mouth opened and shut a few times, and Rebekah watched her eyes look away from her, stare back out the window, and her mind work through everything she had just been told, Rebekah's outburst. "You don't understand, Rebekah."

That hurt, like a punch to her gut. She let it show. "No, Persephone, you don't understand. I trusted you, I told you everything, of my pain and suffering. You don't understand how much it hurt to bring those things back up, but I told you because I wanted you to know, because I trust you." She stopped, gulping hopeless air into her lungs. "But you can't even trust me enough to tell me anything…"

Persephone shut her eyes.

"To tell me of your relationship with Kol."

With the mention of his name, her eyes slowly blinked open, and she turned to face Rebekah. Something startled her in the way Persephone looked, the expression on her face, it was something she had never seen painted across her features before, it almost looked, defeated. Rebekah stayed silent. A rueful smile came upon her lips, and Persephone gazed at her with wet eyes. "When I first met Kol, it was in a tavern. He advanced towards me first, an aura of cockiness and arrogance, or what some people would call, an aura of 'Kolness' surrounding him. I told him in more complicated ways to 'go fuck off', and he told me and I quote, that he liked 'pretty little things with sharp tongues.'"

They both giggled with each other, for the first time in what felt forever.

"To cut a long story short, he kidnapped me, locked me up, I tried escaping, the hunters chose that exact moment to show up, he saved me, kidnapped me, locked me up, I tried escaping and he convinced me to stay because he said he wanted to help me because he happened to 'like living'. I asked him how he could help me when I had tried so many other times with failure, I asked him what difference he would make. Do you know what he said?"

Rebekah bit back a smile. "I think I can take a guess."

Persephone tipped her head back, and laughed. "He said, 'But in those times did you have Kol Mikaelson, the original vampire, with you?' Smirking and all. I accepted, I don't really know why, maybe because I respected the way he was so determined and…"

"Stubborn." The blonde added in, causing Persephone to chuckle a little, giving her a knowing look, she nodded to that.

"We bonded, I talked to him about things, in a way I don't think I ever had anyone else. And him me as well." A watery smile came on to her face, and her eyes gleamed. "One night, it all got too much and… I don't know, I just… broke. And he did too, and we found that our random, jagged, unique edges fit with each other, like a one of a kind puzzle."

Never had Rebekah ever heard truer words spoken from some one's lips.

"And we fell in l- I fell in love with him. Then of course, they found me and we had to flee, but it was different that time, I was sicker, for longer, and it wasn't going away. He told me why I was sick, and it made sense. And he left me, for a while, I didn't know what he was doing, he was gone for days." She paused. "And I felt better, abruptly and quickly. But I still waited for him, however when the air started smelling of smoke, everywhere, constantly, I went to look for him, knowing the risks. And I found him, amidst Klaus daggering him and Elijah arriving."

Rebekah sucked her breath in; she hadn't known that was how they had all met. She hadn't known anything.

"I wanted to take the dagger out, and I screamed and I kicked and I finally got to him, I wrapped my hands around the handle…" Persephone let out an incredulous breath. "I didn't do it."

The look on her face, Rebekah had seen it before so many times, in the mirror. The broken stare and welled up eyes. The numb insides and the knot that tied itself in your throat every time they were brought up. The ache in your chest, even though you knew nothing was physically wrong, it felt so real, like your heart had been ripped in two and someone had taken a half with them, leaving you partial to the person you had been before them. You were alone again. "Persephone, I swear on my own life, that I will undagger Kol the minute we reach land. You will be together again, I swear, you won't be without him but for a couple more days."

She just stared at nothing, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Everyone deserves love, especially you, and especially Kol, who I will admit first hand, hasn't gotten the kind of love that he needed so desperately. I know that he will have- he does have that with you." Rebekah could feel the love she had for him radiating off her, like a warm glow, as she talked about him. She had never seen that happen before, in all of her days. "You can be together. You love ea-"

"-No we don't."

Rebekah looked up to see her demeanor had completely changed. Her eyes now dry and devoid of any emotion, her posture upright and proper, and her eyebrows now raised in a faintly petulant stare. "What?"

"Kol doesn't love me."

That confused Rebekah. "But. But you said, that- you fit each other like a puzzle. I can see it so clearly, Persephone."

She remained quiet.

"I know my brother, I can tell you belong together. He loves-"

"-Klaus told me everything." She cut in curtly. "I know Kol doesn't truly love me."

Rebekah snorted at this. It was accidental, but it suddenly made so much sense. "You're kidding right? Nik told you Kol doesn't love you? Hah, sorry but that is hilarious, and you believed him?" She was shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all. "Nik, he's my brother and I love him forever, but he is a manipulative, condescending, selfish, asshole who will do and say anything to better himself at the expense of others, including his siblings. You can't trust anything he says, he-"

"SHUT UP!" Persephone suddenly bellowed, boiling wrath taking over her, and it was startling. "It all makes sense! All he wanted to do was to better himself by finding out a way to stop my death. All the other stuff, was fake, I know it was, no one could love me like he did, it's not possible, knowing all the things I've done." She got quieter and quieter the more she spoke, a sadness washing over her.

Lifting herself from her chair, Rebekah went over and crouched beside her. She needed her to hear, for her own good, and Kol's happiness. "Persephone, Kol is no angel, you know that, anything that you have done in the past is no worse than anything he has done, but it's in the past." She placed her hands on Persephone's arms and held her steady, forcing her to face Rebekah. "I believe that together, you and Kol can change what your future would be without each other, for the greater good."

She was so quiet, and they both were. In those moments that Rebekah waited for her to reply, she heard a crash of waves against the boat, women servants giggling down the hallway with each other, Nik pacing the room above them inevitably worrying about something that was nothing to do with him, Elijah trying to reason with him, and a twinkle of hope, that Persephone would understand what she had to say. Thus finally accepting the love she deserved, Kol's love, which Rebekah just knew she held; Kol had never told anyone of his true pain, not even his family, not even Rebekah, but he had told her, and that meant more than anyone could ever know.

Abruptly standing, causing Rebekah to fall back in surprise, Persephone stormed over to the door and opened it, looking back to her.

"Get out."

She felt a stab in her heart. "What? No, you must-"

"Get out of my room, with your dirty mouth of lies, you know nothing of me. And you know nothing of Kol."

Swallowing and blinking back stinging tears, Rebekah walked towards the door that she held open, feeling the hope crush beneath her heel. She stopped at the doorway and turned to her, clearing her throat. "We are to hit land in days."

"Leave now."

"If I leave now, our friendship will be forever ruined."

Rebekah swore she could see Persephone's yellow eyes darken to red with rage. "Rebekah…" She started to hiss.

But she was interrupted. "I will leave, but not without a few words of redemption." She steadied her wavering nerves. "When we arrive, I will undagger Kol, not because I want to, but because you, and he, needs me to. Because I know, you two are forever. You mustn't be afraid of love…"

"Kol may've told me many lies, hell, maybe even everything he ever said was lies, but why don't I find out!" Through gritted teeth, Persephone rushed forward so she was standing inches away from Rebekah's face, and she flinched away out the doorway, but Persephone grabbed the blonde who had angered her so much between her sharp hands, and dug her nails into her flesh. "Kol told me that you don't love him, he told me that you left him alone, with nothing. You isolated him; you alienated him to the point that he didn't even feel like a Mikaelson anymore. Time and time again you have sold him out, left him to dirt. You, and Elijah, and Klaus. You still try to contest that you love him, that he is your brother, 'always and forever'."

Rebekah stilled, bile rising up her throat, because she knew that what Persephone was saying was the truth. It shouldn't have been shocking, the words she was saying, because Rebekah knew Kol had always resented them, Nik and Elijah and herself, for distancing their selves away from his recklessness. Yet, the words were still like bolts of lighting to her core.

"Don't pretend you love him and care about him and his happiness, Rebekah Mikaelson, because I'm no fool. You don't treat family like that. Every little thing you do, to try and convince anyone, me, even yourself, that you love Kol, is to make you feel better about the shitty way you have treated him." Persephone continued on, her eyes narrowing and her words getting more and more livid. "Stop trying to prove to me that you love Kol and want happiness for him, because even I can tell that you're struggling to convince yourself. You're a lying, selfish, vain, awful person. He told me you feel nothing of love, and in fact, he thinks you feel the exact opposite towards him. Hate. I can see now, you hate-"

And Rebekah tore herself away from Persephone's touch, and through her spiteful words. Quickly, she found her fingers to be wrapping themselves around the soft skin of Persephone's neck, and enclosing, maneuvering, and shoving her hard against the wall. She could feel the muscles in her throat pulsate against her palm, and even though Rebekah knew she didn't breathe, she knew that it would still hurt. Persephone needed to feel the physical equivalent of hurt to what her words just caused Rebekah. Stuck under the grasp of her, she watched, and waited for fear to erupt in Persephone's eyes. She waited for tears to prick her eyes in the pain, and for her to start helplessly fighting against Rebekah, to plead for her to let go, to apologize.

But she didn't.

Instead of the predictable fear that Rebekah waited to fall into place across her features, she saw Persephone's lips tear across her face into a cheek splitting smile. And she laughed, and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was like the sound of sword against sword, the sound of people screaming in utter agony, the sound of death itself.

"Did… I hurt… your feelings?" She whispered shakily between laughs, her voice scratchy, and her eyes wide in amusement. "Well now I… know Kol was being… honest about… something."

Rebekah tightened her fingers till she could feel little bones in Persephone's neck snap and crack, still saying nothing for she just wanted to focus on hurting her.

Her lips remained in a painfully wide grin, and her giggles were ongoing, despite sounding tighter. Rebekah stared her down, and she right back at her, challenging. "This'll bruise… If you want… to really hurt me… go for the ribs… They give me… shit when… I… want to sleep." Choking out the words, Persephone's hands grabbed at Rebekah's, and pulled one down from her throat. With her eyes gleaming in sick amusement, Rebekah watched as she balled the fingers of her hand into a fist, and readied it at her side. "Pretend I'm Kol."

And… Rebekah didn't even remember doing it, pulling her fist back and smashing it against Persephone. But she remembered feeling them snap under her knuckles, she remembered her falling to the floor like dead weight, she remembered feeling the tear that trailed its way down her cheek. She looked down on Persephone, as she laid crumpled on the floor, heaving blood onto the floor, her eyes watering in pain, and her lips still frozen in that sick smile.

For her words, for her ruining our friendship, for her refusing to feel, for her not listening, Rebekah knew she should've felt hatred towards her, but she didn't. Because as she stood, staring down at Persephone, she realized that what she truly felt for her, aside from the anger, was pity.

She looked pathetic.

And Rebekah couldn't hate her; she couldn't hate the one that she knew would break her brother's heart.

Rebekah pushed the thought of whatever Kol was doing in that moment out of her mind. He was meant to be in Miami. He wasn't. He was meant to be kept in the dark about Persephone. He wasn't. Rebekah just knew they should've had Marcel privy to the circumstances, but Nik deemed it too dangerous, for some stupid reason. And now that had blown up in their faces. But now Marcel knew the danger that Kol was to everything, and would act accordingly to stop him. She knew that. She just did. With Elijah having contacted Hayley to keep an eye out and close guard, there was nothing more they could do but hope Kol didn't destroy everything.

She had other things to focus on anyway. They needed to deal with the issue that had their priority, Persephone.

"Niklaus, I really don't see why we are entering a university campus." Elijah asked, confusion lacing his tone.

Rebekah just scoffed. "Wow Elijah, for the smart one, you sure can be oblivious." She leaned forward between the seats and placed her hands on both of their shoulders. "Nik, wants to see his true love again, even though she told him to piss off last time."

"She did not tell me to piss of." Nik snapped back, violently shrugging away from her touch, causing them to veer in the lane.

"Caroline." Elijah said curtly.

"Yes!" Rebekah rejoiced. "Now, instead of wasting time on a bloody lost cause - sorry Nik - why don't we focus on what's important; finding the Bennett witch."

The crunch of gravel under the tires and the change of surroundings from trees and shrubbery to cars and buildings indicated that they had just driven into the parking lot of the dormitory house. That was when she knew they were too close to her to turn back, or at least, Nik was. "I agree with Rebekah, we need to push on Niklaus, we haven't the time to waste on hopeless attempts to renew lost love." Elijah attempted softly.

As the tires screeched and they stopped, Nik unbuckled his seat belt and looked to both of them, annoyance evident on his face. "If you had any brain cells within that dense skull of yours, little sister, you would see that Caroline is Bonnie's best friend, and considering her other friend is in some spell induced coma, she is our only option to finding the Bennett witch in reasonable time."

Rebekah rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to justify visiting Caroline. It made sense, but Nik could think very well on his toes, and he knew and she knew and maybe Elijah knew that he just made that all up on the spot.

"But please, by all means, drop me off here and you go search for her, see which method works out quickest." Nik suggested condescendingly. But before either of the other two could reply, he was already out the car, slamming the door, on the way to the entrance.

Elijah looked to Rebekah, calculating what he had just said. "Maybe Niklaus is correct, we would be covering double the ground if we went out driving for her as well."

She faux-pondered for a moment. "Okay, well you can do that, I'll join Nik though; someone has to make sure he doesn't spend the whole day with Caroline."

And she was out the car and through the dorm before Elijah could even disagree.

Walking though the doorway, she came to find him hugging a reluctant looking Caroline by his side. "Oh come on!" She exclaimed as she saw Rebekah saunter through. "She's here to?"

"And Elijah, but I see our brother didn't join us, he must've taken my suggestion to drive around and cover more ground. Splendid idea." He nodded to his sister and turned back to look at Caroline fondly. "We will find her either way, love."

"I am not betraying Bonnie so you can go harass her, we have all been through enough as it is." She sniffed, scrunching up her nose and crossing her arms. Rebekah rolled her eyes at Caroline's obvious sentiment about Elena; she wasn't that special, and you just have to get over these losses. She wasn't even dead.

"Oh come on darling, we just need to speak to the Bennett witch, it's important. Just tell us where she is." Nik said light heartedly to Caroline, a wide smile breaking out onto his face as he held her by his side.

She didn't say anything, but she didn't move away either.

"Nik, come one, I think we might have to take some further action to get her talking." Rebekah was getting very bored, very quickly, and she just wanted to find what they needed, and leave the most depressing town on Earth.

Giving her a displeased glance, Nik spoke, "Now, now sister, I think that Caroline can and will help us, she knows exactly where Bonnie is, I can assure you she will tell us." He looked down to Caroline and leaned his head against hers.

Sitting down in a huff on the end of her bed, Rebekah watched as Caroline struggled out of his grasp, her a blush over taking her fair skin. She looked stressed. "I am not telling you where Bonnie is, I know you'll injure her or something and she hates you, I'm not handing her over to you. Okay Klaus, listen to Rebekah and leave us alone!" She stomped over to the fireplace and crossed her arms, turning her back on him. But with Nik, her hatred of him only made him love her more.

Rebekah rolled her eyes as he casually sauntered over to her, knowing they were tight for time. "I'm surprised you haven't visited me in New Orleans yet, my door is always open when it comes to you. But you know what they say, 'Distance makes the heart the heart grow fonder…'" He arrogantly leaned against the wall, and smirked at her. "But come on sweetheart, you even said yourself, you see the good in me. I know you do, we have a connection."

She viciously stepped forward to him, poking her finger in his chest. "And you said you would never come back to bother me again, but I guess we both lied about a few things!" She yelled shrilly. Rebekah could see this took him aback. But instead of sulking off like he normally did, he stepped forward, his face darkening.

"Don't you dare try and take that back now Caroline, you and I both know that what you said that day, what we did that day, was real. It was genuine." He leaned his head down to her face, their lips wisps away from each other, challenging.

"Or maybe, I just pretended that day to get you off my back for the rest of my immortal life. Did you ever think of that Klaus?" Caroline hissed, but stayed with her face inches from his. Their bodies were pressed up against each other's and Rebekah could tell they had completely forgotten she was in the room.

She could also tell neither was going to back down, they were waiting for the other one to first. They were equally stubborn.

It was the most frustrating display I had ever seen, especially because there were more urgent matters to attend to.

"Lies, all of them, lies. You can't deny us; you just don't want to admit that you might have feelings for me, the psychotic killer hybrid. But you do Caroline; I can feel it. The attraction, your attraction towards me." Nik uttered, lifting his hand to brush away a strand of hair from her face.

Rebekah could see Caroline clench her jaw. "Maybe it's all in your imagination. I mean, even you yourself admitted you're psychotic; maybe it's all an illusion. The truth obviously can't get through your thick dense-"

"ENOUGH!" Rebekah bellowed without realizing. "I can't deal with watching you two, I mean look! Look at yourselves." She shot up, crossing her arms.

They both backed away from each other, sheepishly, and it was almost comical if Rebekah hadn't been so irritated. It was strange to see Niklaus look sheepish, but she definitely wanted to soak it in before his arrogant 'the might hybrid' persona came back. So Rebekah carried on.

"Nik, you are just so desperate for her affection that it is borderline irrational, and certainly not something I would imagine the 'Wolf King' doing." She turned to Caroline, revelling in being able to shout at him without any retorts. "And you, Caroline, insist that you despise him and want him out of your life, yet seem to drag out arguing with him, even though it would be easier and faster to just say whatever he wants you to say, and get him out!"

The were both frozen.

"It's pitiful really, both of you. Your relationship truly is tragic."

Seeming to regain her composure, Caroline shrugged her shoulders and stared out the window, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah well he started it." She muttered.

"Oh wow, darling. Real mature, blaming it all on me when you know that it was both of us." Nik seethed, regaining his usual sulk whenever things didn't go his way.

Caroline shot him a wild look and they started quarrelling between each other, once again forgetting they were in dire circumstances. Sighing, Rebekah fell back onto the bed. She heard the door of the dorm open, and glanced back to see Elijah stepping in. She stared at him pointedly, and then back to the squabbling couple, and then back at him again. He gave her a knowing look.

"Children please." Elijah began wearily. "We have more important things to sort out than your petty little arguments."

"'Children please'!?" Nik roared storming forward, tearing his eyes away from Caroline who was still by the window looking confused and embarrassed. "Is that your new favorite catch line? Do I, the original hybrid, look like a child to you?!" He shoved Elijah back, and ripped out of the room in a riled up anger.

Rebekah watched the exchange, tired, and rubbed her face; they had to run after both Bonnie Bennett and a tender, enraged Niklaus whose pride was wounded. She wished it were Kol there instead of her; at least he wanted to be included in those things, and if he had were there, he wouldn't have found out about Persephone. Rubbing the crick in her neck, Rebekah stood up and walked past an appalled looking Elijah, toward Caroline.

She looked up and backed away, fearfully. "Don't you come near me, I've had enough Mikaelson action for one day." She objected, her eyes widening.

Sneering at this, Rebekah stepped forward and grabbed her head, forcing Caroline to look her in the eyes. "Tell me where the Bennett witch is."

Rebekah watched as her eyes blanked and she stiffly responded. "She's at the Salvatore boarding house."

Smiling at this, Rebekah patted her head. "See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" She strolled past Elijah and out the door. "To the Salvatore house it is then." She announced, smug that she had gotten her way.

She could hear Elijah curtly follow, stepping into pace next to her. "Niklaus is going to kill you if he ever finds out you compelled his one true love."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Elijah, these might be our last days if we don't find the Bennett witch, I don't give a bloody damn."


To the guest who reviewed on Jan. 25th - Thank you do much, you have no idea how much you reading and reviewing means to me! I really appreciate you taking like, three hours, reading the story, that takes ~ commitment ~. I have been having a hard time recently, and whilst writing has normally been my safe haven, I have been struggling to motivate myself. So, just reading your praise and words has really brightened my day, and probably the rest of my week. Being able to share what I write, and having someone other than myself get enjoyment from it is what really matters to me (I know, sounds cliche), so I'm really happy that you have liked the story. Please keep reading! X

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Next Chapter - Half of the chapter is from Elijah's viewpoint, where there is a flashback to a past event with him and Persephone, and you get a sense of their relationship. In the present time, they will retrieve a wounded Klaus from wherever he has fled to.

The other half is from Bonnie's point of view, where you hear about what has happened in Mystic Falls (set a few months after the slightly altered events of season 6). The Mikaelsons will pay her a visit, and that will play out.