Hello readers,
I hoped you enjoyed the last chapter, and the previous ones. This chapter takes place during the episode of the End of An Affair. I'm trying to update one chapter a week. Hopefully, I can keep that up.
I hope that you like this chapter! It took me a bit to figure out where I wanted to go. I am satisfied with the results. I cannot wait to reveal what my character is. Any guesses?
Declaimer: I don't know own the Vampire Diaries, and I have taken a few quotes from this episode.
Chapter 14: Keep Calm and Drink
We have been in the car for over a few hours. Since they were vampires, they didn't need to stop for anything mundane such as going to the bathroom. I think we did once though. It seemed so long ago that I don't even remember. My legs were stiff, my butt hurt badly, and I was so hungry that I was about to turn this car into the Donner party. I love road trips. I just recommend not taking one with a vampire, or a hybrid. The least Klaus could have down was pack an ice chest of food and drinks, but of course, he didn't think of anyone but himself. Plus, if I found a blood bag in there, I would have flipped out. That's gross. Who am I kidding? Klaus wouldn't pack blood bags, he prefers the living, breathing ones.
I was about to yell at them to turn into some holy grail of a fast food place when we turned onto a road that was leading to a building away from the hustle and bustle of whatever city we were in. Wherever we were, it was looked very cool. The city was bright with many lights, and the streets was packed full of people. I wanted to be among them, and discover whatever this place had to offer. I would become a complete tourist.
"Welcome to Chicago my friends." Klaus announces as we pull into to warehouse that the road lead to. "Or rather welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." He smiles devilishly opening the passenger door.
"You took me to Chicago!" I shout pushing open my own door. He didn't explain where we were going. He just ordered us to get into his car.
"I'm taking it as your first time?" Klaus questions as he causally walks to the warehouse doors. "If we have time, I'll take you around."
I stretched my legs, feeling the muscles lengthening and the tension in them slightly subsiding. "All I want is a real deep dish pizza, and I'll be happy."
Stefan asks, "What are we doing here?" He joins us outside the car.
"I know how much you loved it here." Klaus replies pushing the warehouse doors open to allow truck, which always follows us wherever we go, to enter the warehouse. I was still creeped out at what Klaus keeps in that truck. It was full of his dead family, well, semi-dead. He carried him with him everywhere we went.
"Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus toys with Stefan, who joins him at the opening to watch the truck.
Stefan reacts with a shrug, "Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur."
"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what makes it legend."
"Stefan has a legend?" I piped up, looking around the warehouse, lifting a lid of a box and seeing that it held nothing.
"Oh yes." Klaus twists his head towards me, still keeping his grin, "Would you like to hear the story, love?"
"No. We don't need to hear it, and I don't want to relive it." Stefan shakes his head, taking a few steps back as the truck was coming in.
"You should hear it Stefan, it is your story." Klaus keeps a close eye the men unloading the coffins.
"I vote to hear the story after I eat." I raise my hand to show that I was serious about the vote, and about eating.
"I'll just start with a little prolong." Klaus compromises as he begins the story, "Word was the Ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort." He fixes he gaze upon me, giving an eerie element, "It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun."
"Did you meet Al Capone?" I joke making my way over to the opening so that I could see the city better. I was actually excited, I only ever been to two places in my life, Italy and Mystic Falls. Seeing a city such as this was such a huge difference between the two.
He opens with, "Well…"
I cut in, letting my head fall to the side to glance at him. "Don't tell me you made him into a vampire?"
"I'll tell you that story over dinner some other time." He concludes with a grin.
"I sure hope you mean with real food." I return my eyes to the scenery before me. Insects buzzed nearby, enjoying the summer night. Stefan joined me at the opening, and we observed the bright and lively city going about its nightlife.
Klaus voices behind us, "Chicago was magical." He comes to stand next to me closer than what I felt was comfortable. I just ignored it. I tell myself that he only wanted to get a better view of the historic city as well, and it was not something that should bother me.
Stefan rolls off the wall, "Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it."
Klaus shuts the door, while I was still looking. "Going to get down to business, then?" I gave him an annoyed look since he closed the door on my face. He just gave it a second long notice, and then ignored it. I saw that his family was unpacked so it was time to leave the warehouse.
Stefan crosses his arms, "Why are we still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" He was done with this summer from hell, as was I.
Klaus returns back to the car, with the driver holding the passenger door open for him, "We're going to see my favorite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her." He enters the car again.
"I like how his hybrid problem is our hybrid problem." I sarcastically comment, walking in step with Stefan.
He holds open the backseat door, "Hopefully soon, the problem is fixed." He sounded over the whole situation. I was in the same boat as him. It also didn't help that we may possibly know why his hybrids refuse to work. And She was in Mystic Falls.
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
We pull up to a bar within a couple minutes from our first stop. There wasn't many people wandering the streets over here. It looked like a simple building, nothing out of the ordinary. I thought it was unoccupied building until I followed the boys inside, it was then that I discovered it was a legit bar. If you didn't know about the place, you would have never expected anything from it. The inside was very different from the outside. I was impressed with the layout, very sleek and modern. You could really sense that the place contained many dark secrets, and flashy stories.
Klaus asks Stefan, already knowing the answer, "Looks familiar, doesn't it?"
Stefan studies the area, a curious but fuzzy expression on his face, "I can't believe this place is still here."
A woman's voice calls from the corner, "You got to be kidding me." We all turned our heads to see whom the voice belonged. A woman with skin that glowed as if the sun was underneath her skin, she had dark eyes that could look into your very soul, along with shocking white blond hair, walked towards us. She had she power that came at me in waves. It was overwhelming.
Klaus smiles, "So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..." He was actually making a joke.
The woman stands about a few steps from us, "Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." I loved her instantly right there. She turns her attention to the vampire, "I remember you." She takes in the sight of Stefan.
Stefan recognized her somewhat, "Yeah. You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be...?" He didn't say exactly what he meant, but the witch understood.
"Old and dead?" She raised an eyebrow, "Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" Could she be any cooler?
Klaus explains just in case Stefan or I didn't understand, "Gloria's a very powerful witch."
"I kind of figured that." I remark going towards a sign that caught my attention.
"I can slow the aging down some." She shrugs a shoulder, "Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She understood her fate, and she accepted it. I admired that. Gloria then switched her attention to me. I stopped touching the sign on the wall, taking her expression that I shouldn't be touching anything. "Klaus, what did you bring into my bar?" I was slightly insulted. She was becoming a hero of mine.
"Ah, yes, this is Josephine. She's a shifter." Klaus introduces me, almost as if I was his prized child and Stefan was the other kid.
She laughs, "You have no idea what she really is." I soon understood that she meant no insult.
"What am I then?" I asked immediately. Even before summer began, I have been feeling rather unusual. I knew it had to do with what happened the other night, and the beginning of summer.
"I can't tell you." She gives a short elaboration, "Your kind… how do I say this?" She laughs, corned in a place where she has never been before, "They will come to you when you're ready. It seems to me," She examines me as if she was checking my aura, "that it might be soon."
I give an unpleasant face, "Well, that's not cryptic enough, how about you confuse me even more?"
She laughs again, "You'll know soon enough. Trust me." The way her eyes stared back into mine, I knew that she was telling all that she really could. I let it go, no matter how bad that I wanted to know.
Klaus hung onto every word between us. He stared at me with an equal amount of intrusiveness, and admiration. I knew that our lessons were going to be a little bit different next time. He suddenly swings his attention to the vampire, "Stefan, why don't you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar?"
Stefan nods, "Yeah, sure thing." He was viewing me with a similar curious and questioning gaze. All their stares made me feel a bit uneasy. It could possibly be how Stefan felt when his Ripper days were brought up.
"I'll help you." I follow him, because if I didn't step away from the witch, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from bugging her with questions about myself, and my kind.
It didn't help that she called out to me, "I will tell you this." I stopped walking to stare back into her dark eyes, "This world hasn't seen one of your kind in over 2,000 years." This did not help with my burning curiosity. I turned sharply on my heel, and continued on my way to the bar.
I didn't know that I had a kind. I didn't know that I had people who will come to collect me when I was ready. It would explain why I was feeling so different. The night that Jenna died, a sharp pang happened in my chest as I thought of her name, I knew that something had woken inside me.I always believed that there had to be others like me. She just makes it sound like it was some secret society. Oh my god, they had better not be aliens.
Stefan makes it around the bar, while I take a seat on one of the bar stools. "I thought you were helping me?"
"I am." I pick up one of the wooden toothpicks with the paper umbrellas at the top. I was grateful he was trying to keep my mind off the subject of what the hell I was. "I'm helping you drink booze." I clarify my intentions. I return the object back to its shot glass of a home. "I really need a drink."
"You got it." He picks up glass, with a bottle in his other hand, "I'll get you something strong." My head was whirling around the fact that the woman a few feet from me knows exactly what I am, but she can't tell me. I huff into my hands that covered my face. I just wanted to drink my problems away, just for one night.
I removed my hands in time to see Stefan putting the bottle down very quickly, and not even filling the glass. He snatches one of the many pictures on the walls. "What's that picture of?" I ask, examining his odd expression. It caused me to become a bit concerned.
I hear the tail end of the witch and the hybrid's conversation, "She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria concludes.
Stefan looked back at the two, very surprised, almost outraged, "What is this?
Klaus, looking rather unsurprised, gets up from his seat, "Well, I told you, Stefan. Chicago's a magical place." Those two sure liked not answering significant questions.
"But this is me. With you." He was completely stunned. He obviously recalled no memory of ever meeting an Original, and taking a picture with him.
I snatch the picture from him. They looked so brotherly in it. Klaus looked so happy with Stefan's arm around him. He was cheesing so hard. "How long ago was this?" I flip over the picture, looking for a date.
"It was taken in the 1920's." Klaus answers unconcerned about the whole thing. "Well, I have to pop back into the warehouse. Josie, come along."
I grumble while setting the perplexing picture on top of the bar. "I'm not a dog." Or an alien, I hoped.
"Hold on," Stefan came around the bar, and he demanded, "tell me what the hell is happening."
"Right, I suppose you want to know. In due time." Klaus responded, still aloof about the truth that was unraveling painfully slow.
"The girl can stay here." Gloria discloses, still sitting down unnerved about the troubled vampire.
"Fine." Klaus dryly accepts, "Come on Stefan."
The boys leave, and I felt a weight lift off me. It probably had to do with that fact that I didn't have to cramp myself back in the car. Plus, I could drink my troubles straight away. I reach across the bar not caring what bottle I ended up grabbing.
"Thanks for that." I nod at the door, while pour me a decent about of golden liquor. It was turning out to be one of those kind of days, which the bottom of a bottle would ease the remaining time by.
"I know how tiring Klaus can be. You look like you needed a break. Also," She gestures around, "It's almost opening time. I can help use your help to set up."
"Sure." I shrug, draining all of the alcohol that I just poured myself. I feel the whiskey burn that familiar sensation down my throat.
She comes around the bar, returning the bottle where it belonged, "I need you to bartend tonight."
"Say what?" I place the glass down, which she takes immediately. I don't even think it reached the bar.
She placed the used glass in a bin, "It's going to be a busy night. Any tips you make, you keep."
"Alright, just so you know, I never bartended before." I warned her, accepting the one night only position.
She waves her hand dismissively, "There's nothing to it." She wipes down the bar, even though it was already spotless.
"You're paying me?" I questioned, anticipating that she was funding a novice bartender for a one-time service.
The witch leans against the bar, "Keep the customers drinking and the bar clean, you'll get a little somethin'."
"You got it."
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
All at once, it seemed that the whole city was here. Gloria's bar was full of people. I don't know how many shots or beers I poured, or drinks I mixed. It became a blur about the twentieth time. There was enormous amount of pressure of having people waving money or their cards at you, throwing their orders along with them, but I felt pretty comfortable with it. With each drink, I became more confident. Gloria was right. There was nothing to it.
After about the hundredth person I served, Gloria orders me to go to the back. "Told you would do just fine." She compliments me as I step around her to the door that leads to another room.
The back was just as sleek and neat as it was in the front. It wasn't hard to find the extra glassware she wanted. It wasn't heavy either. "Hey Gloria, I got the glasses you wanted." I emerged from the back. "Where did you want them?"
"Good, place the box there." She points to a shelf underneath the bar where the clean glasses where supposed to be. It was right next to the sink full of ice.
I went to take a step and stopped before my toe even touched the floor, and I almost lost my grip around the box. I never felt my heart pound so hard before.
"Josie?" Damon breathed, his face just as shocked as I mine was. He was sitting at the bar, as if he was a regular customer stopping here after a long week in need of a refreshment to start the weekend.
I gasp out, "Damon." I nearly throw the glassware on the shelf where they belonged. Damon jumps over the bar at the same time.
"Now don't yell at me." I hold out my hands out in front of me, trying to prevent the lecture that was sure to come. I notice a certain look in Damon's clear blue eyes that scared me. I thought I was done for at that moment, but instead, he gathers me up in his arms, his mouth right on mine.
I wasn't expecting this reaction, but it was a best one I could think of. We were locked together for a good minute. After he released his lips from mine, were stayed there, our arms wrapped around each other, our breathing at a faster rate than it normally should be. It was the most serene moment that I had all summer. I wanted to stay there forever.
He had to take a breath to stable his voice, "I don't know how I can ever thank you." His cool breath passed over my face.
"This is a good start." I rub my face in his shoulder, drinking in his scent. His chest was so firm, and strong. My hand idly played with the ends of his long hair.
He kisses my forehead, "You have no idea how boring it is in Mystic Falls without you."
"I'll make up for it." I beam, actually smiling for the first time in months. I believed this is what heaven felt like. Months in hell were worth it.
He squeezes me tighter, "Come back with me. Right now." I tried to hold on to this moment, because as soon as he heard my answer, it was going to disappear. "Klaus can't stop you now." He exhales into my hair, taking a hand full of it, and tugging it slightly back so I had to look at him.
"I can't." I sigh, looking straight into his eyes as I said so.
He makes a face that expressed I was being ridiculous, "What? Of course you can. We can get in my car right now and go."
"Get that fantasy out of you head, Damon."
"So help me. I swear I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here myself." He threatens with his eyes hard. "I won't go back without you."
"You are going to have to. Klaus expects me to be here when he comes back. I don't know what the hell he will do once he finds out I'm gone. And Stefan? I can't leave him."
"I'm getting you both out of here." He presses his forehead against mine, "Don't leave me again." He whispers the last part.
"Don't do this to me." I whisper back, feeling my heart breaking again, as it did the first time I left him. "You have to get out of here. Klaus might come back soon."
"Yeah, plus I left your cousin at Stefan's apartment." He lets me go at the mention of Elena.
"She's here?" I ask, as I held onto his hand, not wanting to lose any contact. I want to hold onto any part of him for as long as I can.
"You know her." He was leading me around the bar. "Would have came with or without me."
I stop, staring at the entwined fingers. "Tell her I'm fine. And that I will come back."
"Oh, you better. Or… " He takes a few steps towards me, closing the space between us. He had that same look in his eye earlier, it made my stomach flip as if I was falling, "I will find you. Wherever you are, I will find you, and I will make you come back with me." He seals the promise with another heated kiss.
"Okay." I remove my lips, as he held the back of my neck, not wanting our kiss to break. I was breathless. "Get out of here." I smile, breaking our touch. Our hands slipped apart as he walked out. I watched as he disappeared through the door and out of my life again.
Gloria comments, "Wow." I laughed to myself, feeling my lips still tingling from where Damon pressed his.
Not even a minute later, Klaus and Stefan returned. Stefan looked even more aghast, and Klaus still was placid about everything.
"I see that you are putting my girl to use." Klaus notes, taking a seat at the bar. I cringe when he said my girl. It was very visible to anyone watching.
Gloria hands them two beers, "Where's Rebekah?" Stefan already takes a giant gulp of his. The bar audience has died down a bit since Damon left. My heart continued to hammer against my chest.
The hybrid takes a sip of his beer, "She'll be here. I can't just conjure her on demand." He looks at vampire companion, who was paying attention to the beer in his own hand lost in his own thought, "What's with you? I thought Chicago was your playground.
Stefan looks up at the hybrid, realizing something, "So this is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you liked the way that I tortured innocent people?" This was making me uncomfortable, and at a bad time too. I just had an amazing moment with the man of my dreams, and I was not absorbed with the thoughts of my kind. I take a bottle of tequila, and pour myself a shot. The place was dying down, and I don't think Gloria would mind. I actually had no idea where she went.
Klaus takes a bottle from me, after a few second tug of war. I wasn't done with it, but let it go. I already had my shot. "Well, that's certainly half of it."
"What's the other half?" Stefan prodded further.
Klaus pours two shots, in glasses that I handed them. He had better tip me. "The other half, Stefan, is that you used to want to be my wingman." He slides one to Stefan.
I take my shot, clearly not ready for this. Klaus nudges the bottle at me, indicating if I wanted another. I turn my shot glass upside down on the table, demonstrating that I didn't. Klaus raises his shot, Stefan stares still shocked at want Klaus has been telling him. "To friendship." He declares as Stefan clinks his glass against the hybrids, and they both take their shots.
I served other customers, not wanting a part in their warped bromance, People say that bartenders are like therapists, but their crap was not something I wanted to be mixed with. When I came back, the whole bottle was almost empty. It probably had a shot left. I think Stefan only had the one shot with that twisted cheers.
"So I'm confused." Stefan starts, "If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick," Klaus placed down the bottle, not to keenly on being called a dick, while I thought it was funny, "who sacrificed my girlfriend on an altar of fire?" Stefan takes a sip of tequila, "Huh." He pushed for an explanation.
I wipe down the bar, rather slowly so that I could hear the answer. Klaus responds with a simple statement, "All good things must come to an end." I snort taking the bottle back, finishing it off myself. It wasn't a sufficient answer for either of us.
Stefan found the reason out of his own though, "You compelled me to forget?"
Klaus looks down, almost upset at what he had to do in the past, as if he lost a good friend because of his actions. "It was time for Rebekah and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate." He finishes another shot.
Stefan presses onward. "But why?" He was onto something, "You shouldn't have to cover your tracks..." He leans in, as Klaus looks like he shouldn't be pressured on the subject anymore, "Unless you're running from someone."
Klaus became uneasy, and it was plain to see. "Story time's over."
Stefan gave up the subject rather easily, "I need another drink." He declares, "A real one." Klaus just looked straight ahead, seething with annoyance. It seemed that the roles were now reversed. Stefan leaves the bar, after finishes off his alcoholic drink. Klaus takes a fresh bottle, and pours himself another shot. I held out my own glass that I flipped back up.
"You didn't really tell me the story." I slightly tease with a small pout. I was interested in what happened. Also, the drinking was making me nicer.
"You should have been there." He pours me a shot, which I take it immediately.
"I didn't want to get into…" I wave my hand around to give more emphasis, "bromaning that was happening. It was boy time." I shrug, pouring another shot. It occurred to me, the more Klaus drank the more likely that would let something slip.
"We could have our own romancing." He offers unexpectedly, with a wicked grin appearing around the rim of his glass. Before he take the shot he suggests, "All this tension could be put to good use."
Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening. I had no idea how to respond. I stood there with the bottle in my hand. I did the most sensible thing, and took another shot, and then another. I wished whatever he put out there, will just go back without incident. I was blushing, and I counted on that he took the redness because I was drinking.
Gloria breaks the silence with her voice, coming back from wherever she came, "Last call. Drink 'em up." She disappeared again.
Klaus slowly sips the tequila, flicking his dangerous eyes at me. He just watched me, and there was a cold shiver running up my spine. It wasn't a good shiver either. Then out of nowhere, Damon takes a seat on the barstool right next to Klaus.
Klaus doesn't even take a peek at who was next to him, but he already knew who it was, "I see they've opened the doors to the riffraff now."
Damon's signature smirk plays across his mouth, on the same lips that I was kissing earlier, "Oh, honey, I've been called worse." I take a sharp intake of breath, having a hard time accepting that Damon boldly waltz in here, and sat next to the hybrid. "Hey pretty girl." He turns his smirk on me. My mouth was dry, my brain fuzzy, and I had nothing to say.
As the last person leaves the bar, Klaus smiles, twirling the same toothpick, that I played with earlier, in his hands, "You don't give up, do you?"
"Give me my brother, and my girl," He nods towards me, and the hybrids eyes darken, "back... You'll never have to see me again."
"Well, I am torn. You see, Josie and I have grown quite close. And I also promised Stefan I wouldn't let you die, but how many freebies did I really sign up for? How long will it take for her," he flicks his eyes towards me again, "to realize she's wasting herself on you? Clearly you want to die, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so..."
Damon waves his hand, staying his charming self, "What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker." Klaus grins and then takes Damon by the throat.
"Whoa, whoa!" I scream, throwing myself over the bar. It was a lot more graceful than I expected, especially with all the booze that I ingested. Klaus holds Damon several inches from the floor, strangling him in one hand, with that same cocktail umbrella in the other. If someone were describing this situation to me, I would have died laughing. However, being in it told a very different side.
"It's okay Josie." Damon wheezes out. His voice was the only thing that kept me at bay.
"Please take a step back, love." He tightens his grip on Damon's throat, who coughed in return, "This might get messy." I didn't move any part of my body away. "Take a step back." Klaus repeated with a tone that showed he was not to be tried with. I took a reluctant step back.
"Good." He didn't loosen his grip around Damon's throat. "Oh, dear, what was that?" He holds a toothpick, threatening, and Damon stares at it, "I'm a little boozey," he holds the sharp edge close to his neck, "so you'll forgive me if I miss your heart the first few tries."
He stabs him in the diaphragm Damon groans while I gasp. "Ohh!" Klaus stabs him again over his stomach. "No, that's not it. Hmm." I tried not to say anything. If I did, I think he would end Damon. "Ohh, almost." He digs the sharp end deeper.
"You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I'm so much more fun." Damon chokes out his offer.
Klaus clicks his tongue, and smiles as tosses him across the room. His rips a leg of a fallen chair, "You won't be any fun after you're dead." I lung forward, standing in front of Damon, providing him a shield. "Move." The hybrid growls at me.
"No." I protest calmly back, raising my chin to look him square in the face.
Suddenly, his stake ignited. Gloria did it with her powers from behind him. Klaus throws the stake aside, "Really?
"Not in my bar. You take it outside." She points in the direction of the door.
Klaus looks around me, down at Damon, "You don't have to negotiate your brother's freedom. When I'm done with him, he won't want to go back." He looks at me, "And you can forget about your girl." He stalks back to the bar, in his initial seat.
Damon groans as he rolls over, and I kneel next to him. "You have to go."
"Come with me." He takes me hand, pleading even more through his blue eyes.
I shake my head, taking a hold of his face in bother of my hand. "Go." We both stand. He still looked unsatisfied with my answer.
He grabs my face and kisses me again. It was just as passionate and hot as before. He left me there breathless as he walked out of the bar again. I stood there for a bit. I didn't want that to be the last time I saw Damon, but I prayed for his sake, that it was.
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
Before we left the bar, Gloria handed me $300 dollars in cash. It was a crazy amount for just only one night. She explained that it was an investment in her future, whatever that meant. I also finished the last bottle that Klaus started. I was drunk. This time, Klaus took me to the warehouse. I stumbled a bit behind him to where his family was stationed. It was in the middle of the maze of a place. Usually there was a guard watching at all times. There wasn't one this time, which I found odd.
He stops when we find one of the coffins open, and empty. It took my eyes to adjust for a second, but I confirmed what I thought what was before me. There was the dead guard on the ground, drained of all his blood. I had never seen one of them opened. I went on alert. I didn't want any Original sucking on my neck.
Klaus calls out, "Rebekah..." he circles around, "It's your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are." I did not want to part take in this hide-and-seek game.
A figure charges at him with vampire speed, and catching him off guard as she stabs him in the chest. "Go to hell, Nik!"
"Holy crap!" I yell utterly shocked that she stabbed him. I guess this was normally how the original siblings greeted each other. I almost fall over, but catch myself on one of the coffins. "Eww." I hiss out, flailing hands as if I touched something terrible.
Klaus calmly removes the knife from his chest, clearly unhurt. He drops the knife like a microphone, "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." I was pouting that it didn't kill him. Majority of my problems could have been over just now.
His sister looked irritated. "Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more." She turns away, standing right in front of me. She ignored me. I understood. I wasn't offended at all. She was in a box for however long, and I was some stranger watching all of this sibling drama. I would have ignored me too. This was none of my business so I went to examine a box, feeling so awkward, but it didn't stop me from peeking every now and then.
He follows her, as she marched down the aisle. "I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah..." He places a hand on her shoulder, and she stops in her tracks. "So I'm going to let that go." She looks at him, still agitated, "Just this once. Brought you a little peace offering. You can come in." He calls Stefan. He was told to stay behind until Klaus said that he could come out.
Stefan comes in, and Rebekah instantly recognizes him. She was happy at his presence, "Stefan." He stared back, not acknowledging who she was at all.
Klaus walks over to him and reverses all of his compulsion from all those years ago, "Now you remember."
Stefan looked through new eyes at the woman before him. He remembered everything from when the strange picture was taken. "Rebekah." He says her name, fulling knowing who she was now. He walks towards her, slightly smiling.
Klaus calls his name again. Stefan stood right in the middle between the siblings, like the monkey in the middle.
"I remember you. We were friends." He declares, staring at Klaus.
The hybrids lips twitch into a smile. "We are friends." He distinctly states, closing the distance between them, with a hand on his friend's shoulder. He situates his gaze to his sister, "And now the reason you're here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the original witch."
Rebekah raises a blonde eyebrow, "The original witch?"
Klaus was in no joking mood. He questions tersely, "What do you have that Gloria needs?"
She calmly touches her neck, and does not find what she was looking for. She looks down to make sure if she was correct, "Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!" Stefan looked uneasy.
Klaus explains his innocence, "I don't know. I didn't touch it."
Rebekah sounded urgent, "We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!"
Klaus was irate. He shakes her by the shoulders, "Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!"
She slaps his hands off, running to looks into the coffin. She doesn't find it, so she flips it in resentment. It smashes on the ground. At the loud sound, I accidently hit a box, and about a dozen fall around me. I cover my head with my arms to protect it from a concussion.
I open one eye once the commotion has ended. Everyone's eyes were on me. I slur out, "Oops."
"Some lackey you have there, Nik." She criticizes, still annoyed about the necklace. Klaus was next to me, seeing if any damage had come to his prized possession.
"I'm not lackey." I quip back with the same amount of sass. I swatted his hand from my face.
"You watch your tone." She threatened, ready to take out her frustration out on me.
"Rebekah enough." Klaus say, his voice slicing through the fight that would have broken out. "You will respect Josephine." My eyes widen at him, he was taking my side over his sister's. She was definitely going to kill me. He was still searching my face for any sign of an injury.
"Respect her?" Rebekah shouts. "I will not degrade myself for this insignificant…" She stopped talking when Klaus started to choke her. I almost lost my balance at how fast Klaus left my side.
"She is far from insignificant. That girl right there," He forces Rebekah to look at me, "is more powerful than anything you faced. You will show some respect. I have no problem putting you back in that coffin, and letting you rot there for the next hundred years." He sounded so deadly, and he meant every word he said. I had enough. I was so over all of this.
"Hey," I start, seeing multiples of the siblings, "Look Nik, or Klaus, whatever your name is." I get my eyes to focus, "Give her a break. Not her neck." I clarify just in case he took my meaning the wrong way. "Why don't you take her out, get her some new clothes, and some booze." My stomachs turned unpleasantly at the mention of alcohol. "And find that damn necklace." They were all quiet. At least Klaus let his sister go. "Now I'm gonna go past out in the car." I walk away, having my full of originals, hybrids, witches, and my kind, for the day.