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Chapter 34
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Months had passed since they sent Hope away with Rebekah and they were no more closer to bringing her home. While the Guerrera's prospered, the Mikaelsons laid in wait for their moment to strike. They locked their doors and rarely made appearances. Becca would occasionally make trips to the memorial sight as a way to stay connected to her daughter.
Klaus tried to occupy his time with painting, but it rarely worked. Things between Klaus and Becca had been tense since she turned. She didn't want to feel the loss of her daughter and the pain that came with it. Klaus thought it would pass, but the pain never ceased to be there.
He wanted to help her adjust, but he wasn't sure how. He didn't know how to make it better. He couldn't take her pain away, so he avoided her as much as he could.
She blamed him, he knew as much. If he had been stronger, he could have stopped the witches before she was killed. If he was stronger, they could have their daughter with them.
Becca was out in the woods, transformed as a wolf as she raced through the woods. Only she wasn't alone. Another wolf was with her. Both animals transformed back into their human forms after they had enough. They had left clothes back at the bayou home.
When Becca was a wolf, she felt free and like she could do anything. She could see why Klaus wanted to break his curse so badly. No more would she have to worry about being sick because of her own curse. No more would she have to drink Klaus and Kol's blood to survive. Well, she still had to drink blood to survive, but it was her choice.
As she pulled on her clothes, she glanced back to the other wolf behind her to see her doing the same. Both girls were covered in dirt and they loved it. "Thanks for coming out with me. I would have asked Klaus, but I . . ." She trailed off, not wanting to explain how she'd been avoiding the other hybrid.
Hayley gave her a smile and a nod. "No problem. It was fun. How are you holding up?"
Becca wanted to tell her the truth. She wanted to tell her how hard it was to know her daughter was somewhere she couldn't see her. That she hoped Rebekah was taking good care of her. She wanted to tell her how hard it was to grieve for a daughter that wasn't dead, but she couldn't because that was her, Klaus, Kol, and Elijah's secret to keep. Hayley and Marcel, the world, none of them could know the truth.
Looking back at her friend, she couldn't help but feel guilty for what she'd been turned into. The wolves had attacked Hayley when she went back to the Bayou. She'd been killed with vampire blood in her system. Klaus and Becca had decided to take a small dose of Hope's blood from her before he left her with Rebekah to give to Hayley. She was a hybrid now like Becca and Klaus.
"I never wanted to turn, Hayley. Klaus and Kol, they both wanted me to for years now, but I . . . I didn't want to. I still wish it hadn't happened like it did. I hate what I am." She confessed to her friend.
While Klaus was relieved she was finally turned, Becca wasn't. This wasn't the life she wanted for herself. She wanted to graduate high school, go to college. She wanted to be a mom to her daughter and have more children. She wanted to grow old and see what life had to offer her. It was all she wanted, but now it was gone.
Hayley squeezed her arm, trying to show some comfort for her friend. "It'll get better. You have Klaus to get you through this."
Becca had to laugh bitterly at that. Klaus refused to speak to her lately, and he never wanted to be in the same room as her. "Klaus hasn't talked to me in months. Elijah's been teaching me how to do all of this. Kol tries to help, but I . . . I can't do what he does. I can't kill people." She said, glancing over as the two walked down towards the shack.
Hayley didn't have the same problem. She had taken to being a vampire hybrid better than Becca had. She and Kol would go out together while Becca studied for her finals. It worried Elijah when they went out. He was afraid she wouldn't come back, or worse she'd forget who she was before she was turned. He could see her turning into someone that wasn't her and that scared him.
Becca paused as she spotted something in the debris around the clearing. The wolves haven't cleaned up since the bombing. Things were still scattered around. She crouched down and picked up a baby doll. Half it's face was burned and leaves were stuck in it's hair. Becca smiled sadly as she took the leaves out. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her own little girl.
Hayley squeezed her shoulder. "Let's get you back to the compound."
Becca hesitated before nodding. She put the doll back down before raising up. The two headed back to where they'd left the car. Hayley paused, looking back at what had once been her home not that long ago, before looking forward and continuing on.
Things had certainly changed, and not for the better.
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In the past few months, Kol had been stuck in the middle of his siblings and his mother. She'd recruited him to help her with her newest scheme and he couldn't say no. He decided to take his sister out on the town to explore. She still had a lot to learn about this century and he took it upon himself to show her. Things were so different from when she was alive before. It was frightning almost. She felt overwhelmed most of the time, but her mother told her that would pass.
They were in the record store browsing. Kol was watching the girl at the counter. Lena watched as he glanced up for a the fourth time. He knew this girl, she realized. She recognized her from her mother's description. This was Davina, the witch she and Kol were suppose to befriend. It would seem he was already one step ahead of her.
"That's Davina, isn't it?" She whispered, her eyes flickering up to the girl.
Kol tensed briefly beside her. He didn't trust her, especially not when he knew she was under their mother's thumb. Just as he was. He didn't know her angle yet. He didn't know if she was dangerous to his siblings. Their mother couldn't surprise him anymore, he knew what her end goal was. She was using them both to get what she wanted, but with the promise of letting them live how could they refuse?
He cleared his throat, trying not to draw attention as he focused his sights on a record. He didn't want Davina to know he was here yet. Though, being who she was, she probably spotted him as soon as she came in. "Don't draw attention, little sister. Come along, let's get out of here." He whispered back, motioning for her to follow.
Lena sighed, rolling her eyes, before following after him. Davina turned just as they were heading for the door. Kol raised his head and grinned upon seeing the young witch. The brunette smirked back, watching as he led his sister out. Her smirk fell when she realized he wasn't alone. Lena noticed the looks being shared between this girl and her brother and was curious. She could see the guilt flash across her brother's face before it disappeared.
He felt the need to explain, but decided against it as he held the door open for Lena. He gave Davina a nod before following Lena out. As much as she intigued him, he knew he had to put his mother's plan first. He, for one, valued his life. The promise of being a witch again intrigued him more than some silly girl.
Lena waited until they were walking down the street before turning to her brother. "You fancy her, don't you?"
She'd read him so easily, and that spooked him. If she could see right through him, would their mother see through him just as quickly? He found he wanted to protect Davina from his mother's plan. He wouldn't dream of crossing her, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried for the witch.
He glanced over to his sister. He was still getting use to her being here among the living again. Klaus and the others didn't know yet, but he knew they would soon enough. She was bound to run into one of his siblings. She looked exactly like the last time he'd seen her. She hadn't aged a day. "Staring at me isn't going to change the subject, Kol." She said, giving him a look to cut it out.
Kol cleared his throat, nodding his head. "It's just strange seeing you here. The last time I saw you . . ."
"You and the others were fleeing and left me behind." She finished, giving him a sad smile.
Guilt hit him hard, the reminder of what they'd done making his stomach feel sick. He hadn't agreed with how things had happened, but he hadn't stopped them from leaving her behind. Nik had been the most broken up about it, but he hadn't stopped it either. "Lena, we shouldn't have left you behind to clean up our mess. I wish an apology could be enough." He said, turning his head to look at her as they continued down the street.
She shook her head, waving her hand. "Don't worry about it, Kol. I've had a thousand years to forgive you all. Unlike mother, I do not hold a grudge."
He wasn't convinced, but he didn't argue it. He paused and looked around. "How would you like to see some witches?"
Lena looked surprised before smiling as she nodded her head. Kol offered his arm, motioning her forward. She giggled, shaking her head as she took his arm. The two were off, neither thinking about the weight of their mother's demands on their shoulders.
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Becca was fuming as she unpacked the box Elijah had started. Who did Elijah think he was? He couldn't just decide it was time to stop mourning and put Hope's things away. Tears stung her eyes as she grabbed the blanket. A blanket she'd never get to use.
"Darling, is everything alright?"
Becca turned to see Kol coming inside. He had been coming and going so frequently lately, she wasn't sure what to think of it. When he wasn't going out for a drink with Hayley, he was always going out somewhere else. He didn't like to be in the house long, or around her. She wasn't sure if he blamed himself for her death like Klaus did. She didn't blame him. He'd been fighting the vampires and wolves here with Elijah.
Clearing her throat, she put down the blanket in her hands and wiped her eyes. "Elijah says it's the appropriate time to stop mourning. He was packing up Hope's things."
Kol knew his brother meant well, but he could see Becca didn't agree. He knew she wouldn't be happy again until she had her little girl in her arms again. Guilt filled him as he realized he was working with the woman keeping her little girl from coming home.
He came over and put a hand over hers. "It'll get easier. It doesn't feel like it now, but it does."
She pulled her hand from his as if he'd burnt her. How could he say that? He didn't know the pain she was going through. He didn't feel the emptiness she felt. Her child was out there and she was missing moments of her life she'd never get back.
Becca left the nursery and went into her own room. She'd been staying in there the past couple of months. She couldn't find it in herself to wander across the hall to Klaus's room and sleep with him in his bed. He was shutting her out and she was letting him. "You reek of that girl again. You see her almost every day. Are you ever going to bring her here?" She said, changing the subject as she kept herself busy with folding her clothes.
Kol tried to hide how tense he'd gotten at the mention of Lena. "Don't be silly, there is no girl."
Becca glanced back and studied him for a moment. She knew he was lying, but she couldn't understand why he felt the need to. "I won't eat her. I promise. Elijah is teaching me how to control the hunger." She said, hoping that wasn't the reason Kol felt the need to hide this girl.
He shook his head. She couldn't be more wrong if she tried. "That's not it, love. Trust me, she can handle herself."
He didn't realize his mistake until she straightened up, looking triumphant. "So there is a girl. Is it Davina?"
Kol choked on air at the mention of the witch. His cleared his throat, trying to come up with something to tell her. "No, of course not. Like I said before, don't be silly." He said, shooting her a look to drop it.
Becca was happy to have a distraction from her life, even if it was at Kol's expense. She could tell he really didn't want to talk about this girl, whoever she may be. She'd have to distract herself some other way. "Fine, fine. I'm done. I hear Klaus and Elijah. They're talking about the wolves, we should go down there." She said, motioning him to follow.
The two walked downstairs to see Hayley standing at one end of the table while Klaus sits on the other end. Elijah stood in between them, his eyes flickering up at the sound of Kol and Becca's arrival. "We're taking the twelve original rings. Now four of them sit on the hands of the Guerrera brothers. One on Oliver. One on Francesca. Three with the home security detail and the rest scattered amongst lackeys. Each ring is distinguishable by its setting Gauche, like those who wear them." Elijah explained, his eyes scanning each face around the table.
Klaus glanced at Becca briefly before turning his attention to Elijah. "If they believe they can get the stake, they will come for me when I'm weak. Each ring we retrieve will strengthen me, but I will still be at a disadvantage."
Becca didn't like the sound of this plan already. People got hurt when Klaus wasn't at his strongest, she was living proof of that. Touching her neck, she remembered the slash that had once been there and shivered. She tried to ignore the guilty eyes on her from across the table as she listened to Elijah.
"Ergo, any hope of our success depends entirely upon our working together." Elijah paused, his gaze flickering between Becca and Klaus. "The two of you can no longer afford to retreat to seperate corners."
Becca looked up surprised, before quickly avoiding his gaze. Klaus had been pushing her away for months. Granted she hadn't tried to stop him, but she wasn't the one ignoring the other. She'd tried the first few weeks, but had given up on uniting with him over their grief.
Klaus slowly stood onto his feet. "This is our fight. You ready for battle, Becca?"
Becca wasn't sure how to answer that. She'd been working so hard on control these past few months and tonight she'd have to let go of that control if she was to come out of this alive. She knew that for a fact.
Then again, this was the woman who crossed them. She helped Genevieve kidnap her. She was dead because of this woman and she wanted nothing more than to see her corpse. "She doesn't come out of this alive. Can you promise me that?"
Klaus looked intrigued, not expecting it from Becca. She was not one for violence. She was like Elijah in that sense. He could see the anger brewing behind her eyes though. She was ready for this fight whether he wanted her to be part of it or not. "Her head will be delivered to you on a silver platter, my love." He said, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I'll deal with the last piece of the puzzle." Elijah said as he left the room.
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While Elijah got the plan in motion, Kol, Hayley, and Becca stayed with Klaus while he was at his weakest. Becca was pacing the room while Kol and Hayley stood watch upstairs. The wolves would be coming soon. Klaus was sitting on the foor in front of the couch. He turned his head to look at her. "Won't you sit with me, love?" He asked, motioning for her to take the spot beside him.
Becca paused in her pacing, crossing her arms as she looked over. "I'm fine here."
He winced as he pulled himself to his feet. He used the couch for support as he moved around it to get to her. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked as he approached her.
She didn't look so sure, but she had to be. There was no going back now. "I have to be. She's part of the reason Hope's not here. I want her dead, Klaus. Isn't that enough?"
He smiled sadly, wishing it was. "I wish it was, love."
He reached up and brushed her hair back, cupping her face in his hands. Before he could ask what he was doing, he snapped her neck. Her body dropped like dead weight at his feet. Looking down, he wished it didn't need to be done, but he couldn't have her hesitate and be put in danger.
He couldn't risk her.