Disclaimer:

The title of the story is taken from the song "Who you are" by "Jessie J".
I do not own the mentioned song all rights belong to their rightful owners.
Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters nor do I own "the Originals" or "the Vampire Diaries" all rights belong to their rightful owners.

Chapter 10

I was lying in Jason's strong arms, with my head resting on his chest, while I wrapped my arms around his torso, as I awoke the next morning. The warm morning sun shone through the window, while the bright sunrays were tickling on my face. I looked up to see that Jason was already awake and staring down at me.

"Good morning sleepy head." He said with a deep sexy voice.

"Are you one of those creeps that watch women while they're sleeping?" I asked him jokingly.

"Only when they're as beautiful as you." He murmured into my ear with a smile on his lips.

I tried to hide my own smile, before I turned my head to admire the reflection of the sunrays in his beautiful brown eyes. I could admire it all day… a moment later I kissed him softly.

"I made breakfast." Jason said with a charming smile, as he pointed with his head to the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. There were two mugs on it, as well as a plate with waffles, syrup and a bowl filled with strawberries.

"When did you have time to make breakfast?" I asked him with a smile on my lips.

"Well… you have a deep sleep, you know?" Jason answered teasingly.

I just raised my eyebrows in response, before Jason took the two mugs on the tray and handed one over to me. I looked at the liquid inside, and wondered what it was. It looked a bit like coffee, but didn't really smell like coffee. I looked over to Jason, who already took a sip of the liquid and decided to try it as well. I couldn't really describe the taste, but it was delicious. "mmmmhh… this is good, what is this?" I asked him curiously.

"Coffee and tea." Jason simply answered.

"Coffee and tea?" I asked confusedly.

"Yes, a wise old friend of mine taught me how to make it, as I lived in India. To be honest, I was really sceptic at first too, but it's really good." Jason said with a smile, "He called his creation "meant to be"." He added.

"Meant to be?" I asked him mockingly.

"Yeah, just like you and me." He said, while he looked deep into my eyes, before he softly kissed me.

"I like that…" I murmured, before I kissed him again.

In that moment, Jason's smart phone rang. He looked at the screen, sighed and said "I'm sorry, just a moment." before he quickly kissed me, jumped into a pair of Jeans and left the room.

I felt a bit rejected… who was so important that he had to talk to now? I didn't want to spy on Jason, but I also wanted to know what was going on. Was that the same person, who called Jason at the night the vampire attacked me? Was Jason in trouble? I climbed off the bed, wrapped one of the bed sheets around myself and went to the bedroom door, to see if I could hear anything.

"No, I won't do this anymore."

"Because you didn't tell me that he would hurt her!"

"No, I'm done. The Mikaelsons don't deserve this. You can find yourself another spy."

I took a view steps back as tears filled my eyes. I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing… Jason-…. he-…. he used me. All this time, he was just playing me to get information about my family… All he did was betray me… I meant nothing to him… nothing. I gave him my heart and he broke it…

The bedroom door opened and Jason came in. He looked at me and judging by his face, he immediately knew that I heard what he said. "Rebekah-… This isn't what you think it is." he started hectically.

"You used me!" I exclaimed bitterly, as I fought against the tears that threatened to fall out of my eyes.

"Yes, I did. But only at the beginning, I didn't know you. I didn't know what a wonderful person you are, and as soon as I found out, I decided to quit." he explained hectically, before he approached me and said honestly "Because I love you, Rebekah Mikaelson." "I love you." he repeated, while he took my hands in his.

I pulled my shaking hands away and shook my head, while I hissed bitterly "Don't touch me." before I turned to storm out of the room.

But before I could make it to the door, Jason grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around to face him. "Please, Rebekah, I'm sorry."

I pushed him away, before I hissed "Stay the bloody hell away from me!" and stormed out of the room, unfortunately not as fast as I planned to, because of the annoying gypsum at my leg.

I rushed down the hall and up the stairs to my room, while tears streamed down my face. But, before I could open the door to my room, I heard the flowing of water again. I looked around and saw how water rushed into the corridor. There was more and more water streaming into the corridor. As it reached my knees, I started to feel dizzy and coughed up water myself. I fell to my knees, I tried to breathe, but there was no air coming into my lungs. It was like they were filled with water. I panicked. What was happening to me? It was like I was drowning all over again…

"Hey, are you all right?" a worried voice asked, as I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Suddenly, everything was back to normal. I could breathe again and there was no indication that this corridor was filled with water just seconds ago.

I looked up to see Marcel looking down at me worriedly. "Yes. I'm-… I'm fine." I said as convincingly as I could, as he helped me off the ground.

"You don't look fine." Marcel objected.

"I'm fine, Marcel." I said after I wiped off my tears.

"Rebekah, what's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I lied again.

"I see… so bed sheets are the new fashion now?" Marcel asked jokingly.

I looked down at myself. Damn it. I was wearing nothing, but Jason's bed sheets. I looked up at Marcel and said as neutral as I could "Jason isn't here to help. He came here to spy on us."

"What?" Marcel asked angrily.

"He used me so he could stay here and get information about our family…" I explained with a shaky voice, while I felt how my eyes went watery again.

"I'm sorry…" Marcel said as he hugged me.

I buried my face in his chest and started to sob quietly. I was so stupid to trust Jason, a person that I barely knew…

"I'm gonna kill that guy." Marcel murmured determined, more to himself than to me, while he stroked with his hand over my back.

"No." I whispered as I looked up at Marcel, with my damp face and slightly red eyes from crying. "Make me forget him." I whispered before I kissed Marcel.

The vampire pulled back and said "Rebekah, I-… You don't wanna do this, not really."

"I want to." I said before I kissed him again. Then I looked deep into his eyes and said "Please, Marcel, make me forget him."

Marcel looked into my eyes for a moment. Then he kissed me intensively, as he lifted me up, while I wrapped my legs around his hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as we kissed, while he placed one hand on my back and opened the door to my room with the other. He stepped inside and closed the door behind us.

It was evening as I lay with Marcel in my bed, and realized what a mistake I just made. Being with Marcel didn't make me forget Jason. I still felt terrible. But the difference is that now, I did not only feel terrible about what Jason did to me, I also felt bad. Bad because I had tried so hard to get over Marcel since we broke up, and now we just had sex.

"You have to leave." I told Marcel calmly, without even looking at him.

"What? I understand…" Marcel said confusedly.

"I'm sorry Marcel. This was a mistake…" I tried to explain, as I finally looked at him.

"Rebekah, I-" Marcel started, before I interrupted him.

"Marcel, go please." I pleaded him.

He then nodded, got up, got dressed and walked to the door. He threw one last look back at me, before he left and carefully closed the door behind him.

A bit later, I got up and changed my bed sheets, before I went to take a shower in my bathroom, which was attached to my bedroom. I just wanted to wash off all the guilt and sadness I was feeling. However, it didn't go like I planned as I suddenly started to sink down on my knees and cry. I just couldn't hold it together anymore… When I nearly died a view weeks ago, I decided to change something. But every decision that I'm making turns out to be a mistake… How can I trust myself when everything I do is wrong? How am I supposed to trust others when I can't even trust myself? I mess up everything… I feel like there is no one I can rely on… For a while, I just kneeled there on the floor of my shower, sobbing my heart out.

Then, I tried to pull myself together as good as I could and finished my shower, put on a pair of black PJ shorts and a grey top, and brushed my teeth, before I went to bed.

I gasped in shock and jumped off my bed, as suddenly the door to my room flew open, causing a notch into the belonging wall by hitting it in the process. A mad looking stranger, covered in blood, entered the room and approached me.

"Stay away from me!" I shouted at him in fear, while withdrawing from him. I was shaking because of the adrenalin, and my heart beat as well as my breathing increased by the second. The stranger ignored my order and in the blink of an eye he was standing right in front of me, he grabbed me firmly by the upper arms and threw me across the room, causing me to hit the top of my antique commode in the process. I was lying on the hard dark laminate floor of my room, breathing heavily. I felt dizzy and my head was aching terribly, as well as my spine and my upper arms. My vision went blurry for a moment, and when I could see clearly again, my attacker was lying on top of me. His weight rested on my torso and made it even harder for me to breathe. His fangs were extending and his eyes turned black, while dark veins appeared underneath them…

I woke up in my bed, my heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. I sad up and looked at my surroundings. I was alone. I was in my room. It was dark and in the middle of the night. I could hear the aggressive pattering of rain against my windows, combined with the loud soughing of wind. It was storming outside… I lay back down on my soft pillow and tried to sleep again. But every time closed my eyes, I saw the vampire who tried to kill me… I knew that he wasn't here and that he's probably dead, but…. remembering what happened made me feel scared… especially because it all started in this very room…

I rolled in my bed from side to side, for a while, desperately trying to get back to sleep without the picture of my attacker in my mind, but it didn't work… It was like he was haunting me…

Suddenly, the room was filled with bright light for a second, before I got startled by the loud rumbling of thunder, which followed. I was scared of storms, since I was a child, but it got easier when I got older. When I was little, Nik used to climb into my bed and hold me until the storm was over, while he told me how he would never let anything hurt me…

However, right now I couldn't get my attacker and what he did to me in here out of my mind, and the storm wasn't helping…

I flinched as suddenly the room got filled with bright light again, before the loud rumbling of thunder followed. This time it was even louder than before… and the distance between lightning and thunder was much shorter… I got up and went slowly and quietly out of my room, to make sure to not wake anyone. I silently walked to the end of the corridor and came to a halt in front of Nik's bedroom door. I could still hear the raging storm outside…

I hesitated as I was about to knock on the door. I didn't want to wake him… but I also couldn't go back to my room… Eventually, I gently knocked on the door and opened it a bit, to see if he was even at home. The room was dark, but I could see him lying in his bed, with his back turned to the door. I stepped into the dark room and closed the door behind me. In this moment, I noticed that the storm was audible in here too…

"Nik…" I called lowly.

There was no response…

"Nik…" I called again, but this time a bit louder.

"What is it, Bekah?" he asked with a tired and hoarse voice, without turning around.

"I can't sleep." I whispered.

"Then go back to your room." he mumbled.

"I can't." I whispered back.

"And why can't you go back to your room?" my brother mumbled annoyed.

I was silent for a moment. "… I had a terrible day… and every time I try to close my eyes and sleep- … I see the vampire, who tried to kill me, and remember what happened… he's haunting me…" I said with a shaky voice, as I tried to not cry again.

He turned around and looked at me. I could see it in his eyes… he was feeling guilty for what happened to me a view weeks ago, although it was not his fault. He scooted to the side and lifted the blanket with his hand. I walked over to the bed and lay down beside him.

"Shhhh, he's not haunting you, love." he said, as he held me in his arms.

"How do you know that?" asked him with a still shaky voice.

"Because, I know." he whispered convincingly. He then placed a soft kiss on the top of my head and said "Sleep now, sweetheart. You're save, big brother is here."

I looked up at him, as he gently smiled at me, before I closed my eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep. And this time, I was not bothered by the storm, and did not see the vampire, who tried to kill me, and what he did to me. I just enjoyed and relaxed in the warm and safe feeling of shelter provided by my brother.

Authors Note:

Awww…. aren't they the cutest? I love their sibling relationship!

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