"Do you want a beer?"
I asked the question as I opened the fridge in my apartment, only to see that there was only an empty bottle of water inside. I cocked my head and glanced to the side before straightening. I faced Rebekah and she cocked an eyebrow before jumping onto my counter.
"Never mind." I sigh and fall back onto my brown leather couch, extremely happy that it was still sitting in my apartment.
"I think I was robbed." I suggest as I stared at the bare walls of my apartment. Rebekah glances around indifferently, before shrugging.
"Most likely." She nodded and I turned my head to see that there were portions of my floor missing. She sat down next to me and I blinked at my bare apartment.
"I've literally been gone like twenty days." I say, frowning. God, was this really a bad neighborhood? With another glance around I decided that yes, yes it was. I pulled my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knees.
"So, what happened?" I asked and she shrugged.
"After you and Klaus disappeared to God knows where, to do only the devil knows what. I decided to go out and explore my lost home." She sighs and I glanced to the side. Yes, that sounded normal, because who didn't want to go and explore hell? I pressed my lips together and nodded slowly.
"Listen, my mother and I have never really had a good relationship. I didn't agree with my father and she took that as a personal threat. When Klaus fell we all followed him, but I was the first. Elijah was yanked down by Kol, and Finn wanted to stop us, not knowing that he was damning himself in the process. It's why he's so determined to see our destruction." She sat back with a shake of her head, as if she were trying to free herself of unwanted thoughts.
I watched her carefully, realizing that she was actually giving me background information on everything. "Elijah didn't want to fall?" I asked and Rebekah looked at me, shaking her head.
"No. Not at all. I mean, he's used to it now and I don't think he'd go back even if he had a choice. He's very . . . responsible. Cordial and . . . honorable. Yes, Elijah is so very honorable. He and Kol have a bit of a rift because of what happened, but Kol was really young and stupid." She rubbed her hands together and I nodded slowly. However, I didn't really understand.
"Why did you fall?" I asked and Rebekah was quiet for a moment before rubbing her eyes.
"I think humans are fascinating. Part of the reason why I fell was because I love Klaus. He was my big brother and I needed to make sure he was going to be okay. The main reason is that I find humans to be fascinating and I wanted to be one. Wanting to be human for an angel is akin to treason. No, it is treason. I would have been killed either way, so . . ." She trailed off on a shrug and I was still swimming in my shock.
Being human? I've never thought about it, mainly because I didn't care about anything let alone my species. Humans get sick and they get old. They're weak and emotional, and I can't think of anything more miserable than being a human being. However, to each their own. I merely nodded and she continued.
"Anyway, before it all happened. I stole the talisman. You know, the necklace. I felt an undercurrent the night before Klaus's eruption, Lucifer's fall from heaven as humans call it. Like something bad was going to happen and I needed insurance. If my mother's talisman is destroyed, she will be banished. Her magic will lessen and she will no longer be capable of walking the earth. So, I stole it. Then we fell and I was suddenly on the run from everyone who wanted revenge. My mother and even my brothers. Klaus protected me for as long as he could, but he was still building hell." She shrugged and ran her hands over her face.
"My mother hates me. She wants me dead, but I'm immortal and invincible. I can't be killed. When I was exploring hell, I entered the second circle. Which is lust. Which means I really shouldn't be surprised that my whore of a mother was there." She scoffed, shaking her head.
"She demanded I tell her where the talisman was. I didn't. She tortured me with fire and gave me to an upper demon, as a gift to be his toy. He did bad things to me, Caroline. I just wanted him to stop." She shut her eyes tightly and I felt my throat tighten. She cleared her own throat and inhaled before exhaling deeply. Once she calmed, she straightened her shoulders and continued.
"I told her that Klaus gave you the talisman and I didn't know where it was. That's why you were kidnapped. It's my fault and I'm so, so sorry." She said, tears in her eyes. I stared at her, shocked. She was practically crying. I slipped closer, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Rebekah." I murmured softly and moved to touch her, but pulled my hand back at the last second. I didn't do emotional bonding. I was having a hard enough time listening to her try to control her sniffling. My body was clenched tightly as I waited patiently for her to control herself. I tried to pull my thoughts together. I didn't know what to tell her, though. So, I went with my gut instinct.
"Bekah, listen. My father would have returned no matter what your mother did. He would have tortured me, attacked me, and anything else that could have been done to hurt me. He hated me. You had nothing to do with it. You were being brutalized and I wish you would have told them sooner, to be honest." I shift and her eyes softened when they settled on me.
"Klaus found me a few days after you were kidnapped. Then we found out that you could possibly be tortured by your dad and I hated myself." She whispered.
"Don't, Rebekah. I don't blame you at all." I assure her and she hugged me. I was uncomfortable again, but I liked Rebekah. We leaned away from each other and the emotion that had vacated the room dissipated into nothing.
"You and my brother, huh?" She asked, breaking the silence while glancing around my bare apartment. I was glancing at all of the empty walls too when I answered.
"Yep." I nodded and she hummed.
"How's it going?" She looked at me, amusement filling her eyes.
I groaned and dropped forward, resting my head on my knees. Her laughter echoed in my ears.
They say that suffocation is the most painful way to die, and at the moment I was inclined to agree. Water filled my lungs as my arms thrashed. I was so close to the surface that I could practically feel the air above the crest of the waves. My legs gave out and an invisible force brought me back down. My lungs burned and my chest seized as my body was denied oxygen.
I was dying, over and over again. However, my death was the relief I desperately needed and it never lasted long. I continued to drown. After what seemed like centuries, as I was dragged down in the water again another feeling enveloped me. It was no longer suffocation, but a sense of falling.
I was pretty sure a scream was ripped from me, but I couldn't hear. Everything was drowned out by the sensation of my body colliding so hard with a flat surface that I couldn't breathe or feel anything other than the pain. The pain numbed me completely. Then, there was nothing. No pain and no water. I was dry and dressed, and felt as though I had just woken up from sleeping on a cloud.
Well, at least I knew my dreams were capable of giving me whiplash. I turned around and growled.
"Esther?" I snarled, my fists clenching. She appeared in front of me, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Caroline, darling, you look horrible." Her smile remained cheery. I ignored it.
"How the fuck are you controlling my dreams?" I snapped and she shrugged.
"It's a rather simple manipulation charm, but it pays off extraordinarily well. Although I'll admit, your mind is extremely hard to penetrate. Usually I can determine where I take someone, but I can't seem to get past these dark oblivions." She motioned around to the room we currently stood in. It was the same as my last nightmare with Bill and Tyler.
"And, unfortunately, I can't read your mind or inflict any actual damage." She informed me through gritted teeth and I smirked.
"Two words. Silver. Blood." I smiled sickeningly sweet.
Annoyance flashes in her eyes and I enjoyed playing with her far too much to let it go. "I don't even think you have silver blood. What? Still stuck with that pesky orange? I gave her a mocking pout and she moved toward me so fast that I barely caught it, until she was standing two inches in front of me. Her body seemed to have been forcefully stopped by some unknown power. Even I felt it. I frowned, slightly.
"Is that my mind stopping you?" A small smile curves my lips, it was nearly cruel.
"Well, your son always says I have a beautiful mind."
I sat up with a gasp, cold sweat drenched my body and my chest heaved with the force of my pants. Klaus pushed up on his forearms, blinking lazily from sleep. His hair fell over his eyes in an extremely adorable way. I found myself smiling, even through my heavy breathing.
"Another nightmare?" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. I nodded and he grunted angrily, before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his side.
"I'm gonna fucking kill her." He sighed sleepily, burying his face in my neck. I smiled and trailed the tips of my fingers along his chest, before curling into his heat.
"Good." I whisper into the darkness. Already knowing that there was no way I was going to fall back asleep. So I stayed awake and listened to Klaus's soft breathing. It was entirely too comfortable and I felt entirely too lucky for comfort.